B1 started his second year of preschool today. He was excited to be in the big kid “sunshine” class – upgraded from a “twinkler” last year. He had a great day, loved his teachers, played with a few friends (I think). But he was truly baffled that they learned about apples instead of the sun.
So this little goober is 8 mos now. Woah. Here are a couple hilarious shots from our little trip up to donner… I’m still sorting through hundreds but they will be up shortly. This little dude is so funny… gentle in spirit, sensitive. Our trip cemented our notion that he is not exactly highly adaptable by nature, but he does love to smile. He’s crazy strong… esp given that he never really relaxes and is always pushing or pulling on something – the ground, my arm, whatever. He is a little ball of muscle. In the last week, he’s taken to crawling fast but usually only to get something that is NOT a toy or to a surface where he can pull to stand. He even started cruising along our mantle this weekend. He loves his mama… still his favorite word. Although he’ll occasionally throw da da in the mix, too. He’s got a little bat smile right now since he hasn’t pushed the front middles down yet but does have 2 little teeth on either side. Still working on a photo of that, through I’ll have to hurry since he’s pushing a front tooth down today. And ugh. It’s been brutal here. Anyhow, enjoy the funny little snaps:
A most excellent time of togetherness … laughter, warmth, moments of relaxation and memories made. Stories and pictures to follow this week. For now, one group shot. Here are some of my favorite people in the whole wide world.
Every Wednesday, my big boys go and hang out with Grammy and Poppa. They look forward to this time all week and it has grown over time to involve some simple rituals. I’m not there, so this is hear-say, but they each have a drawer that is theirs and that is the first place they go when we show up to look for all kinds of new little treasures. And there is always something. They also love to go up to “Picnic Rock” (in their yard) and have a special snack and story.
And the thing is, I’m more and more aware that rituals like this, the things that step out of the normal is a significant way are some of the mose special memories they will carry with them. Oh, how I long for their hearts to be filled with times like this. Happiness… the kind that lives down deep and has sounds and smells and hugs and giggles attached to its memory.
I pull up yesterday afternoon to squeals and shouts of happiness. Poppa had turned on the sprinklers and the boys were stripped to their skivies, completely not listening to my immediate warnings about not running on the bricks. So I prayed God would keep them safe and laughed along. How could I not?
So the last 2 weeks have brought 2 new additions to this little fella’s mouth. Pictured below are teeth numbers 1 and 2. And through much weeping and gnashing of … well, gums & hands & anything else within his reach, we now have 3 and 4. Although they are not his top front teeth. They are the top teeth to the sides of the front ones. Weird. But here he is posing with his chompers. May we all have a little rest from the screaming and respite from the ibuprophen!
Little dude started this move about 2 weeks ago and I’ve just been overwhelmed with party stuff, then sickness, blah, blah, blah… So it it time to get this blog back in gear! It was so funny to start to see him sit upright. And yes, he has now fully graduated to full-on sitting… whenever he isn’t crawling, that is!
And a closer look:
Here are the bigger of the 3 half-birthday boys. This pictures makes me laugh. A lot.
And the little chunk of half-birthday nugget cuteness. Oh my.
I had recently discovered thespacestore.com and it was perfect for a mom like me (and by that, I mean a mom who literally spends 90% of her awake time talking about, pretending in, referring to, bribing with and so on… SPACE). Why else would we have a rocket-themed party!? But check out the cookie cutters I found:
And if you’re gonna have a space party, you better have ice cream of the astronaut variety… none of that frozen (or, good) regular ice cream. Come on, people. 
And we were just so touched by all of our/their friends loving them by spending a whole weekend day with us and giving our boys such thoughtful presents. Totally blown away. They felt loved and so did we!
And this is the shuttle pinata that will go down in infamy. No matter how hard we wailed on it and then subsequently compromised it’s structural integrity, it would not break. But the kids didn’t care. And we made a mental note that it would be an EXCELLENT choice for them in their teen years.
Then we switched gears… friends went home and it was time to celebrate TRAV’s birthday. I have to say, I was so touched watching the way Jean loves my brother. She loves him creatively, bravely and completely. We all chipped in to give him a telescope & Jean had the coolest way of informing him:
And then we celebrated with the best chocolate cake. Ever.
Happy Birthday, Uncle T.
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