It may come as a shock to many of you to see a new post on this blog, but I have even better excuses than ever for my long absence. I will boil most of my whining, complaining, and excuse making down to one word: flu. Oh, how I hate it.
That being said, I will move on to other news of note from our household.
Our little baby butterball has learned to roll his massive self over, and is doing so constantly. Of course, this means that he is frequently crying in distress because of being stuck on his tummy with no hope of rectifying the situation without help. Unfortunately, Miss has decided that it is her big-sisterly duty to help the little fella, and her baby rolling technique needs a little refining. Ah well, soon enough, he will learn to roll himself the other direction and all will be right with the world. Except for the fact that he will be on his way to mobility and my life as I know it will be altered forever.
Master Jack has begun to steal my heart with his sweet "may I?" requests. "May I read this book?" "May I play downstairs with Sister?"
He has begun to stomp on my heart, however, with his insistence on rising *oh so* early, waking up his little brother who has only recently been moved into his room. He has discovered that he can stand on his box of legos or lincoln logs in order to reach the light switch, and therefore even darkness is no deterrent when the little man has decided that it is time to rise and play. And so, morning after morning, I lay in bed, hearing this all go down on the baby monitor, knowing that my sprint down the stairs and through the hall will not be accomplished in time to stop the inevitable waking of the baby once the lego box has been positioned beneath the light switch. Electricity is overrated.
Miss is counting down toward her big 5th birthday. She wants vanilla cake with white or pink frosting, and this is a great departure from her previous requests which always centered around chocolate. I think that she has decided that white cake is more feminine, and all things frilly and girly are of the utmost importance in her mind these days. She is constantly to be found wearing numerous beaded necklaces and plastic heels, while simultaneously attempting ballet moves and practicing her Cinderella impersonation.
Mr. and I are on the mend after our bouts with the flu. I am coming out of the fog with a desire to clean, organize, and schedule. We'll see if these feelings sustain themselves, and if we can stay healthy long enough to accomplish anything. I'm off to take some vitamins.
5 comments:
Wow! The little cutie is movin'! I would give a lot to see little Corrie "help turn him over!" ...and I can just hear little Jackie asking "may I" so sweetly. It must be hard to get mad at such a sweetie, even when he does turn on the lights and wake his brother!
Grandma Greer is the anonymous! I still don't know quite how to do this!
You go Wes! I was glad to hear the news. His view will never be the same and he will only want to learn more. It is wonderful to watch.
Love, Danette
What a sweet photo!
If you don't want to bring the baby back in your bedroom, where you can control the light output, then I strongly recommend you do the easiest thing: replace the light bulb in your light with an ultra-low wattage bulb. A very soft light (10w or whatever you can find) will give him enough light to see by, without blasting the baby awake with the bright light of a 60w bulb! If you need more light, get an *additional* stronger light with a switch only an adult can turn on.
Love to you & the kids.
W.
Oh, so THIS is what I have to look forward to someday. At this point, if it's before 7:00, I tell the kids it's not time to get up yet and they have to stay in their room. :) And in THEIR room, the ceiling fan is stuck on high, too. At least you don't have that issue! :)
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