Boy notes
Seems I must embrace once-a-week blogging, whether I want to or not. (Sorry, Silly.)
My memory is not grand. And we all know that blogging is just scrapbooking for dummies. So here are some notes on the boys in this new, and sometimes strange, season of life we find ourselves in, one that I really don't want to forget.
Trey
Loves school. When he's not in school, often he's playing pretend school.
Has all but given up on learning how to tie his shoes. Is just a bit impatient.
Talks. A lot. Sometimes Brandon and I will just look at each other and shake our heads, after realizing the boy has been in nonstop verbal stream-of-consciousness for a good fifteen minutes. It's impressive.
Would so much rather be with his grandparents than with us. All day, every day.
Will not eat beef in any form other than an all-beef hot dog.
Is expressing interest in learning piano. Pardon me while I both swoon and panic.
Has gone to a couple of soccer games to watch his friend Spencer play. Had a great time watching and cheering, then asked if he could play. Somewhere Brandon is crying.
Is now an Awana Spark, and will need to work harder than ever to memorize Bible verses. (This will be great accountability for Mom and Dad, too.)
Calls it "handitizer" and, accidentally and without fail every time, doesn't start rubbing his hands together until the blob has fallen onto the floor.
Throws his dirty clothes across the room every time he changes.
Hates to be laughed at. Has a killer scowl.
Drinks chocolate soymilk, lemonade, and on rare occasion, orange soda. That is all.
Made it into the Hundred Club at school. An honor for kids who can count to 100. That's my boy.
A few days later, got in trouble at school for kicking one of his friends. That's still my boy, but ugh.
Can still be quite whiny and selfish. Has anger issues. Has even been defiant in front of Brandon, which is just unheard of.
When reading, if he encounters a word he doesn't know, makes up a word and just keeps on reading.
Has developed quite the belly. Not sure why; he eats like a fly.
Loves car games. To a fault. Yes, I am a card-carrying member of an elite group of desperate mothers who have asked their kids to play the quiet game.
Wakes me between the hours of 2AM and 5AM, almost every night, because he wants to get in the bed with his Daddy.
Other than that, seems to be rid of all attachment issues. Yay!
Gives the world's greatest hug, one that can change a bad day into a good one.
Aden
Seems to have developed a fear of the dark. This would bring the total number of things he's scared of to...one.
Has an exploding vocabulary. Two-year-old speech has got to be one of the most precious things on the planet. Here's a tiny sampler of the cuteness:
wide bikesh (ride bikes)
gotkick moke (chocolate milk)
giga wubsh me (Jesus loves me)
too too dang (choo-choo train)
boot nap (fruit snack)
moan day! (c'mon Trey!)
and our favorite, said very nasal-ly
oag-nay (OK)
Wins the heart of everyone who encounters him. They all say one of two things. "Look at those blue eyes!" Or, "He is always so happy!"
When reprimanded by his Daddy, walks up to me crying and says, "Daddy say, NO!"
Cries only when seriously injured or has his feelings hurt.
Eats a minimum of two plates of food at every meal except breakfast.
Doesn't care much for meat or bread. Mac and cheese is his shiny star.
Is obsessed with keys.
Rides Trey's big boy bike like it's nobody's business. Will be getting a big boy bike for Christmas.
Calls Veggie Tales, "Potatoes".
Has lost a lot of interest in the potty.
On more than one occasion, has tried to get into the washing machine. Stands on the dishwasher door. Hangs from the oven handle, countertops, doorknobs, and closet rods.
Still lets me rock him for a few minutes before bedtime. A few nights a week, will cry out for me from his crib in the middle of the night. When I come in the room, he holds his arms up and says, "Wok!" Yeah, he loves me. Or at least he loves the rocking chair.
Loves to sing, loves to dance.
Asks to watch Toy Story 2 at least once per day. Prefers to cut it off when "da main" (the man, Al) shows up at the yard sale.
Has a whole-face smile that just melts all my stress away.
Oh, how I love my fellas.
My memory is not grand. And we all know that blogging is just scrapbooking for dummies. So here are some notes on the boys in this new, and sometimes strange, season of life we find ourselves in, one that I really don't want to forget.
Trey
Loves school. When he's not in school, often he's playing pretend school.
Has all but given up on learning how to tie his shoes. Is just a bit impatient.
Talks. A lot. Sometimes Brandon and I will just look at each other and shake our heads, after realizing the boy has been in nonstop verbal stream-of-consciousness for a good fifteen minutes. It's impressive.
Would so much rather be with his grandparents than with us. All day, every day.
Will not eat beef in any form other than an all-beef hot dog.
Is expressing interest in learning piano. Pardon me while I both swoon and panic.
Has gone to a couple of soccer games to watch his friend Spencer play. Had a great time watching and cheering, then asked if he could play. Somewhere Brandon is crying.
Is now an Awana Spark, and will need to work harder than ever to memorize Bible verses. (This will be great accountability for Mom and Dad, too.)
Calls it "handitizer" and, accidentally and without fail every time, doesn't start rubbing his hands together until the blob has fallen onto the floor.
Throws his dirty clothes across the room every time he changes.
Hates to be laughed at. Has a killer scowl.
Drinks chocolate soymilk, lemonade, and on rare occasion, orange soda. That is all.
Made it into the Hundred Club at school. An honor for kids who can count to 100. That's my boy.
A few days later, got in trouble at school for kicking one of his friends. That's still my boy, but ugh.
Can still be quite whiny and selfish. Has anger issues. Has even been defiant in front of Brandon, which is just unheard of.
When reading, if he encounters a word he doesn't know, makes up a word and just keeps on reading.
Has developed quite the belly. Not sure why; he eats like a fly.
Loves car games. To a fault. Yes, I am a card-carrying member of an elite group of desperate mothers who have asked their kids to play the quiet game.
Wakes me between the hours of 2AM and 5AM, almost every night, because he wants to get in the bed with his Daddy.
Other than that, seems to be rid of all attachment issues. Yay!
Gives the world's greatest hug, one that can change a bad day into a good one.
Aden
Seems to have developed a fear of the dark. This would bring the total number of things he's scared of to...one.
Has an exploding vocabulary. Two-year-old speech has got to be one of the most precious things on the planet. Here's a tiny sampler of the cuteness:
wide bikesh (ride bikes)
gotkick moke (chocolate milk)
giga wubsh me (Jesus loves me)
too too dang (choo-choo train)
boot nap (fruit snack)
moan day! (c'mon Trey!)
and our favorite, said very nasal-ly
oag-nay (OK)
Wins the heart of everyone who encounters him. They all say one of two things. "Look at those blue eyes!" Or, "He is always so happy!"
When reprimanded by his Daddy, walks up to me crying and says, "Daddy say, NO!"
Cries only when seriously injured or has his feelings hurt.
Eats a minimum of two plates of food at every meal except breakfast.
Doesn't care much for meat or bread. Mac and cheese is his shiny star.
Is obsessed with keys.
Rides Trey's big boy bike like it's nobody's business. Will be getting a big boy bike for Christmas.
Calls Veggie Tales, "Potatoes".
Has lost a lot of interest in the potty.
On more than one occasion, has tried to get into the washing machine. Stands on the dishwasher door. Hangs from the oven handle, countertops, doorknobs, and closet rods.
Still lets me rock him for a few minutes before bedtime. A few nights a week, will cry out for me from his crib in the middle of the night. When I come in the room, he holds his arms up and says, "Wok!" Yeah, he loves me. Or at least he loves the rocking chair.
Loves to sing, loves to dance.
Asks to watch Toy Story 2 at least once per day. Prefers to cut it off when "da main" (the man, Al) shows up at the yard sale.
Has a whole-face smile that just melts all my stress away.
Oh, how I love my fellas.
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