I can’t take credit for this game, but in that fascinating little head of Evelyn’s, she’s convinced that when we place miniature dinosaurs in our shirts, and then whisper “Hey Mr. Dinosaur, how are you?? Good, good” it’s the most fun thing in the world. Somehow she and Matt came up with this little interaction awhile ago, and she’s never forgotten it. So this morning she wanted to share that joy with Theo, telling him he had to put the dinosaurs down his shirt and talk to them. I did most of the talking for him, but she was thrilled he got to play, too.
Just one of the many, many little quirks of my kids’ childhoods that I just don’t want to forget. Inevitably I will lose some, but this one had to go down in the books. Too funny not to.
This blog has been quiet lately, not because I’ve had nothing to share or write, I just feel busy lately. But I can’t claim my kids as excuses, there are plenty of other mommy bloggers out there, and they just do it. So, today, right now, I’m just doing it. Taking a little editing break to write as Feist radio plays right along, and the writing just kind of flows.
Theo, it is hard to believe you are nearly 5 months old. It’s like, you’ve come into our lives, and everything has changed, and I can’t remember life before you. Well, I can remember, but I can’t imagine our family without you. You have lost almost all of your hair, just like your big sister did. You talk a lot, and also like your sister, have one volume, which is LOUD. You’re starting to discover that you have hands, and are constantly grabbing at your feet when lying on your back. You’re just a pudgy little guy, legs complete with fat rolls and all.
And Miss E, I know I say it every month, but you constantly are adding new words to your vocabulary. I’m not even sure where you’ve picked some of them up, but it goes to show you are paying attention even when I don’t think you are. This was amplified when mommy might’ve said a bad word, and not too long afterwards you, with emphasis, said something which sounded way too close to damn it. Oops. Still no progress in the potty department, my only consolation is that you won’t be 15 and still in diapers, so at some point it’s gotta click. Whenever you know you are doing something wrong, and I catch you in the act, before I even say anything you say “I got it!” as if to assure me that you totally understand that I’m mad, that you’re in trouble, and that you need to stop. Except you don’t. You just say “I got it!” and keep on keepin’ on.
I never knew life with two babies (ok, one baby and a one toddler) could be so busy, or so entertaining and fun. You guys make me smile. Love you.
Continuing on in my little growth series….
And a few more shots…Evelyn wanted to be a baby, too.
And attempting to clap her feet…
I just love these. And him.