Monday, March 31, 2008
- still doesn't have any interest in crawling, but will roll himself anywhere he needs to be. (you know, like how just about any kid rolls down an available grassy hill)
- loves ice cream and brownie (thanks, daddy) but then cries ALL NIGHT because his tummy hurts.
- whispers "Dada" to anyone but Kevin.
- has to have his own menu at a restaurant, just like Daddy.
- sleeps well through the night, although sometimes it's just too hard to get up in the morning.
- likes to play Superman with Gennie's cape and let her take pix of him in it.
- can stand for quite a while if he has something to hold on to. He pulls himself up on the sides of his toy basket so he can be up where the action is.
- has outgrown most of his clothes and is wearing 12-month stuff now mostly for the shirt length. (The belly-shirt went out in 1985 and really wasn't a good look for boys to begin with.)
- still loves to smile at anyone who comes near and we love to see it!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Gennie, sit still so I can put your brother on your lap.
No, don't squeeze him, he'll poop. Wow, the red-eye. I'll be Photoshopping later. Okay, let's try that again. Josiah, look at Mommy!
Now what are you looking at, Gennie? Don't hold him so tight. He can sit still on his own. Okay, again.Good Boy, Josiah! That's a nice smile, Gennie, but let's try it again without you hiding behind him. And WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT??? Look at Mommy!And there's my keeper!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
This first game I kept the kids with me at the rec center but now that I'm playing they go to a babysitter. Josiah was completely engrossed in examining my camera bag:
And Gennie danced around on the sidelines cheering and yelling "Good hit, Babe," everytime I did.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
i tried to save this cupcake till tonight when i could enjoy it in the bath with a book and some tea, but the temptation proved too great. as i took that glorious bite, i got to thinking about the place this perfect little cupcake must have come from. then i got to thinking, wouldn't it be the best job in the whole world to own a really sweet and pretty bakery? that made oversize cupcakes and little tarts and cheesecakes and breads? that had the most fabulous party cake designer around and sold little girls aprons and mixes and handmade goodies all along the walls? then i thought, the only better job in the world would be to have a yarn and fabric store with every delicious yarn and gorgeous fabric, both new and vintage imaginable in wonderful colors and big comfortable couches where you sat and knit or hand sewed and tought people to knit or hand sew all day. oh i just don't know which one i'd like more! but then i considered that another really really good job would be to organize and design happy spaces for people in their homes. to teach people how to get rid of clutter and live with inspiring things around them. and design beautiful rooms and cozy beds. or maybe a photographer, wouldn't that be exciting! but even all the creative careers in the world surely can't match the intoxicating thrill of running a corporation, i mused. that would truly be a one in a million life- fast paced, lots to do each day, in charge of so many important things. oh but it would be fun, i dreamed, to be like a personal shopper. who got to pick out all the clothes and shoes and stuff she loved for someone to wear. shopping all the time! what fun! then again, teachers get to mold a whole new generation- that is amazingly rewarding work- so much sacrifice, so much fruit. that would be a saint's job. "WAIT!" i thought, "i've got it!" the ultimate most wonderful job that takes the cake! being a mom, who can make her home inspiring, clean, and inviting...who can fill it with fragrant smells of cupcakes and bread baking and throw fabulous parties.. who can sit on a comfy couch and knit when the days duties are done...who can take pictures of her family and life any time she'd like, who can learn anything at all that she'd like to do...who is responsible for clothing and fashioning her little family...who runs her little company with hard work, saving, and all the wisdom of the best corporations- in charge of molding the most important things and people in her whole world. why, yes THAT would be the most perfect, the most fulfilling, the most rewarding job (with the most fruit). and would you look at that? i have it.
Enough said. Time to get going!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
All that to say I'll be back soon and I promise more photos. I'll leave you with this one for now, made for Josiah:
More to come!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Funny how she can take a 3 hour nap and then wake up as if nothing went on at all. Too bad I didn't get to catch up on sleep while she was - I've gotta remember that.
Josiah had his friend Ethan over for a while on Wed. Ethan is crawling and Josiah spent the time alternating between being fascinated by Ethan doing circles around him and yelling at Ethan because he couldn't keep up. At least they aren't fighting over toys -- yet.
Josiah tried out his shopping cart cover this week. He is finally out of his bucket and in a regular car seat so he got to sit up and look around at the grocery store this time. As you can see he was enthralled by it all.
Gennie and Kev made brownies last night. She was all decked out in her gingerbread man apron from Auntie Ruthie and even got to help put in the ingredients. By the end she had batter from ear to ear . . . and I cleaned more off her when she got up this morning . . . but they had fun!And while they did that, I did this:Josiah is getting teeth numbers 6-8 all at once and has not been sleeping much these last few days/nights. I finally got him to take his evening nap . . . he gets up around 9:45 every morning (unless we have to be somewhere) so he doesn't have a morning nap, just afternoon and from about 7pm-8:30pm . . . and rather than sit there doing nothing, I've found a way to work on the Project Linus blankets while I'm holding him. Not that I don't love holding a sleeping baby but on weeks like this when I don't get much else done because he is having such a hard time at least I can accomplish something.
Have a great weekend!
Monday, March 10, 2008
My parents came over for enchiladas and Blondies . . . like a brownie but made with butterscotch . . . and gave him a Third Day cd, some plastic cards you can use outdoors, in the water, etc, and golf tees.
Krista sent me socks from that LittleMissMatched place and I got a scrapbook tool organizer from Kev and a gift cert. from my parents to the scrapbook place here. Yeah! Perpetuate my habit!! Gennie swiped my camera and took photos during the presents, although she didn't take any of me. Anyway, Happy Birthday to Us! Here's to Many, Many More!
Monday, March 3, 2008
i can't do much on the computer this week. we're hoping it's not the early onset of carpal tunnel syndrome that happens to weave its way thru my genes. just started hurting last thurs and hasn't stopped . . . no indication as to why or what happened, no swelling or color, just immense pain when i move my fingers. probably shouldn't have pounded away on the piano for church yesterday . . . often they have to turn the levels for the piano down to about 1/8 on the sound board because i play so hard . . . since i knew something was wrong and when i went to sit down after the music my hand was shaking uncontrollably and screaming with pain. kev says he is going to fix me a stick about 8 inches long with a "finger" on each end so that as long as i can make a fist to hold it, i can still play. funny, funny guy.
but honestly i do have b'day photos to post and i'll get on it as soon as i can move my hand. pinky swear!
and yes, i typed this all with one hand . . . don't even ask how long it took me. i'll be back soon.