Spaghetti
There have been a couple of sixty-ish-degree days lately. And how marvelous it has been to leave the windows open all day! There is always some smell around here - I live with three guys and we have no trash service. So I am grateful for a fresh breeze inside the house.
My husband might have been caught singing Christmas songs to himself in the last couple of weeks. It is now less than one month before Brandon's official Christmas season begins, on November 15.
We quite enjoy walking by choir practice at church on Wednesdays, to hear them practicing for their cantata.
I can't take videos anymore. Not good ones, anyway. There have been some super-precious moments that I have tried to capture. Trey and Aden rasslin and tickling, both of them belly-laughing. Trey reading to Aden. Aden dancing, oh my goodness.
But they are not to be snuck up on. Aden immediately stops what he is doing, squints his eyes and says, "DEEEEEEEE!" (That's "cheese!") Trey immediately stands up and runs to me squealing, "Can I watch it??"
And...moment gone. No choice but to rely upon my waning memory.
I am going insane trying to coordinate outfits for our church directory photo to be taken next week, because of the specific instruction to wear "muted tones" with no bold patterns or stripes.
Whaa?? Apparently I forgot about that stipulation from our last directory photo, taken a few days after we found out Trey was on the way.
Sure, let's all wear beige. Gag me.
Trey nearly exploded with joy when the Midnight Madness coverage began a few days ago. He received a bedtime pardon and spent some late-night quality time with his basketball goal and his Daddy.
He has a school friend. One that we know about and has a name and everything! I took Trey into his classroom last week, and he was showing me some of his work. He glanced out the window and said, "Luke's here!" Luke came in, and then Trey said, "I'm gonna go play with Luke. See you later."
This is big, y'all. For Trey to willingly walk away from me, to play with someone his own age. It's like a dream come true. Right now, anyway. In ten years the dream will reverse.
The irony is not lost.
Aden has developed a crush on Rachael Ray. He gasps in delight and runs toward the TV when someone happens upon 30 Minute Meals or Week in a Day. Not a bad choice. Healthy, lovely girl who can cook up a storm. Yep, good for Aden.
This child is so lovey and squishy, I just can't not nuzzle on him.
But he is...something. I can't come up with a good description. The boy doesn't listen. Doesn't seem capable of learning the rules. Doesn't recognize "no" as a word.
Fiddles with the TV and DVD player. Pulls lint off the dryer's lint trap and scatters it around the kitchen. Climbs into the dishwasher. Unplugs Trey's nightlight. Pushes furniture across the room.
Yeah, he's a beast.
I can't remember when Trey started learning that some things were off limits, and actually sticking to that. By now he was definitely saying "no" and "yeah". Aden knows neither. I suppose it could be developmental.
But my other suspicion is stronger. We have said from the start that Aden would be a challenge. Perhaps we must come to the realization that this is his personality. And start praying even harder.
Brandon works his last high school football game of the season on Friday. Which means basketball tryouts are that much closer. Less than three weeks now. Y'all say a prayer for Brandon, if you would. He's under a lot of stress.
Trey read from the Bible on Sunday. Actually read. He "reads", um, original takes on stories and his memorized verses a lot. But this time he recognized the words and read them.
God is love.
1 John 4:8
So proud of that kid. He is doing really well with sounding out words and reading. He can write most of his letters, knows the days of the week and many month names, and loves playing card or board games.
He also has grown very attached to Aden. While he can still be very mean, Trey misses Aden when they are apart. He loves to be chased (and Aden loves to chase him). They rassle together, play the piano together, dance together, run together, swing and slide together. It's neat.
And Aden eats it up. He is lost without Trey around.
That is, unless he can be in a crowd. Went to pick Aden up from nursery on Sunday, and he was entertaining the whole room. Someone would say, "Yay!" and Aden would start clapping, stomping, and shouting, "AAAAAAAAAY!" The group would crack up, and then Aden would crack up.
Yep, he has quite the personality. Stubborn as a mule and loves the spotlight.
Wonder where that comes from?
Can't come up with a new recipe to try for this month. Seriously, I am in a creative drought. Maybe it's God's way of preparing me to be totally unproductive once basketball/single-parenthood season starts and the sustenance of life will cost me no less than 19 hours a day.
Ever hear about someone winning cleaning service in a contest, then look around and realize that if you were ever to win cleaning service, you'd have to clean before they came?
Yeah, we're there.
Aden loves soft stuff. A stuffed animal, blanket, smooth shirt, or even skin - if he brushes by anything soft, he shoves his thumb in his mouth and snuggles his cheek to whatever it is.
Sweet boy.
Trey is learning to fake sleep. It's not too convincing at this point. But some mornings when I know he's awake, if I approach his room he'll either hide his face in a pillow and be really still or pinch his eyes shut tight and make a "honk shew" snore sound.
Ah, the joy of thinking you know more than your parents.
Sorry, Mom and Dad.
This is the good life.
My husband might have been caught singing Christmas songs to himself in the last couple of weeks. It is now less than one month before Brandon's official Christmas season begins, on November 15.
We quite enjoy walking by choir practice at church on Wednesdays, to hear them practicing for their cantata.
I can't take videos anymore. Not good ones, anyway. There have been some super-precious moments that I have tried to capture. Trey and Aden rasslin and tickling, both of them belly-laughing. Trey reading to Aden. Aden dancing, oh my goodness.
But they are not to be snuck up on. Aden immediately stops what he is doing, squints his eyes and says, "DEEEEEEEE!" (That's "cheese!") Trey immediately stands up and runs to me squealing, "Can I watch it??"
And...moment gone. No choice but to rely upon my waning memory.
I am going insane trying to coordinate outfits for our church directory photo to be taken next week, because of the specific instruction to wear "muted tones" with no bold patterns or stripes.
Whaa?? Apparently I forgot about that stipulation from our last directory photo, taken a few days after we found out Trey was on the way.
Sure, let's all wear beige. Gag me.
Trey nearly exploded with joy when the Midnight Madness coverage began a few days ago. He received a bedtime pardon and spent some late-night quality time with his basketball goal and his Daddy.
He has a school friend. One that we know about and has a name and everything! I took Trey into his classroom last week, and he was showing me some of his work. He glanced out the window and said, "Luke's here!" Luke came in, and then Trey said, "I'm gonna go play with Luke. See you later."
This is big, y'all. For Trey to willingly walk away from me, to play with someone his own age. It's like a dream come true. Right now, anyway. In ten years the dream will reverse.
The irony is not lost.
Aden has developed a crush on Rachael Ray. He gasps in delight and runs toward the TV when someone happens upon 30 Minute Meals or Week in a Day. Not a bad choice. Healthy, lovely girl who can cook up a storm. Yep, good for Aden.
This child is so lovey and squishy, I just can't not nuzzle on him.
But he is...something. I can't come up with a good description. The boy doesn't listen. Doesn't seem capable of learning the rules. Doesn't recognize "no" as a word.
Fiddles with the TV and DVD player. Pulls lint off the dryer's lint trap and scatters it around the kitchen. Climbs into the dishwasher. Unplugs Trey's nightlight. Pushes furniture across the room.
Yeah, he's a beast.
I can't remember when Trey started learning that some things were off limits, and actually sticking to that. By now he was definitely saying "no" and "yeah". Aden knows neither. I suppose it could be developmental.
But my other suspicion is stronger. We have said from the start that Aden would be a challenge. Perhaps we must come to the realization that this is his personality. And start praying even harder.
Brandon works his last high school football game of the season on Friday. Which means basketball tryouts are that much closer. Less than three weeks now. Y'all say a prayer for Brandon, if you would. He's under a lot of stress.
Trey read from the Bible on Sunday. Actually read. He "reads", um, original takes on stories and his memorized verses a lot. But this time he recognized the words and read them.
God is love.
1 John 4:8
So proud of that kid. He is doing really well with sounding out words and reading. He can write most of his letters, knows the days of the week and many month names, and loves playing card or board games.
He also has grown very attached to Aden. While he can still be very mean, Trey misses Aden when they are apart. He loves to be chased (and Aden loves to chase him). They rassle together, play the piano together, dance together, run together, swing and slide together. It's neat.
And Aden eats it up. He is lost without Trey around.
That is, unless he can be in a crowd. Went to pick Aden up from nursery on Sunday, and he was entertaining the whole room. Someone would say, "Yay!" and Aden would start clapping, stomping, and shouting, "AAAAAAAAAY!" The group would crack up, and then Aden would crack up.
Yep, he has quite the personality. Stubborn as a mule and loves the spotlight.
Wonder where that comes from?
Can't come up with a new recipe to try for this month. Seriously, I am in a creative drought. Maybe it's God's way of preparing me to be totally unproductive once basketball/single-parenthood season starts and the sustenance of life will cost me no less than 19 hours a day.
Ever hear about someone winning cleaning service in a contest, then look around and realize that if you were ever to win cleaning service, you'd have to clean before they came?
Yeah, we're there.
Aden loves soft stuff. A stuffed animal, blanket, smooth shirt, or even skin - if he brushes by anything soft, he shoves his thumb in his mouth and snuggles his cheek to whatever it is.
Sweet boy.
Trey is learning to fake sleep. It's not too convincing at this point. But some mornings when I know he's awake, if I approach his room he'll either hide his face in a pillow and be really still or pinch his eyes shut tight and make a "honk shew" snore sound.
Ah, the joy of thinking you know more than your parents.
Sorry, Mom and Dad.
This is the good life.
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