Son #2 was taking a much needed bath after devouring his spaghetti lunch with a gusto. He explored the yellow duckies, soap bars, and wash cloths happily in an inch of warm bubbly water. Periodically, he would splash with his hands and goo. I was enchanted by this little scene and kicked back on the toilet lid to watch my baby play.
Play is exactly what he did. He crawled fiercely from one side of the tub to the other. Then he stood to peek over the edge. When he was satisfied that nothing interesting lay outside of the tub, he got down on his hands and knees to explore a cup. He almost drank out of it but fortunately I stopped him in time. (Eww!)
Son #2 sat bewildered for a second after the cup disappearred. Then, he spied the faucet. He stood and scooted toward the silvery fixture. He had never seen anything quite so intriguing. This silvery thing had a baby inside of it! Son #2 patted the faucet and baby face. He gooed and babbled but the baby face only imitated his expressions. He was confused but decided to continue on with the conversation. Mid conversation with the baby face on the faucet, Son #2 peed into the tub while standing. He looked down surprised and exclaimed. "Agoo!"
Bath discoveries can be so entertaining.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Son #2's First Steps (in a Yoda Voice)
"Careful I must be when walking first steps. Impatient parents are, but grave danger will there be if I hurry."
(The baby has paused while holding onto his Dada's hands. He gazes longingly towards Mama but does not release the hands of his Dada just yet.)
"Try. Try. Try not."
(The baby's feet shuffle with eagerness but his face reveals his hesitation.)
"Once I start down the path of walking, forever it will dominate my destiny, consume me it will."
(The baby slowly releases his Dada's right hand. His Dada helps him take a few more uncertain steps with only the left hand as support.)
"Little I am, but size not matters. May my Dada be with me."
(The little one bravely releases his Dada's left hand and stands independently. His legs in motion, he toddles forward to his Mama. Quickly, he grasps her hands.)
"Strong I am. Brave I am. Always in motion in the future."
(The baby has paused while holding onto his Dada's hands. He gazes longingly towards Mama but does not release the hands of his Dada just yet.)
"Try. Try. Try not."
(The baby's feet shuffle with eagerness but his face reveals his hesitation.)
"Once I start down the path of walking, forever it will dominate my destiny, consume me it will."
(The baby slowly releases his Dada's right hand. His Dada helps him take a few more uncertain steps with only the left hand as support.)
"Little I am, but size not matters. May my Dada be with me."
(The little one bravely releases his Dada's left hand and stands independently. His legs in motion, he toddles forward to his Mama. Quickly, he grasps her hands.)
"Strong I am. Brave I am. Always in motion in the future."
Thursday, July 12, 2012
The Coveted Guitar
Son #2 is now pulling himself up onto furniture and walls and scooting across each room. He feels so independent and big. As he travels from room to room utilizing his scooting and crawling skills, he thinks to himself. "Now, I can go everywhere!!!!" Periodically, we can hear him laugh, squeal, and goo.
Tonight, I can see his thoughts as they crossed his precious, little face.
Son #2 spies his dad's open door to the office and the guitar gleaming in the corner. "Aha! If only I can crawl quickly. Then I will play the coveted guitar before Dada catches me!"
Fiercely, he crawls down the hallway and into the office. He sneaks to the guitar while his Dad works on the computer unaware that his son is standing and patting the strings. Then his dad turns around and says. "Son...What are you doing???"
Son #2 grins a sweet grin and thinks. "I was playing the guitar until you caught me!!!!"
Tonight, I can see his thoughts as they crossed his precious, little face.
Son #2 spies his dad's open door to the office and the guitar gleaming in the corner. "Aha! If only I can crawl quickly. Then I will play the coveted guitar before Dada catches me!"
Fiercely, he crawls down the hallway and into the office. He sneaks to the guitar while his Dad works on the computer unaware that his son is standing and patting the strings. Then his dad turns around and says. "Son...What are you doing???"
Son #2 grins a sweet grin and thinks. "I was playing the guitar until you caught me!!!!"
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
An Evening at the Rangers Game
My mom scored awesome seats for a Rangers game one fine evening and invited her children and their families to go. We were psyched!
We settled into our seats and became engrossed in the game as the first inning began. The Tigers were up first. The Ranger's pitcher began to deliver his pitches with surity or so we thought. Unfortunately, something was terribly wrong with his pitches that night as the Tiger lineup scored point after frustrating point in the first inning.
Six points later, we all sat glumly in our seats. Son #1 peered at the scoreboard, turned to my husband, and asked. "Why do the Rangers keep helping them score?!?"
My husband and I rolled with laughter.
Why indeed! We couldn't figure it out either.
We settled into our seats and became engrossed in the game as the first inning began. The Tigers were up first. The Ranger's pitcher began to deliver his pitches with surity or so we thought. Unfortunately, something was terribly wrong with his pitches that night as the Tiger lineup scored point after frustrating point in the first inning.
Six points later, we all sat glumly in our seats. Son #1 peered at the scoreboard, turned to my husband, and asked. "Why do the Rangers keep helping them score?!?"
My husband and I rolled with laughter.
Why indeed! We couldn't figure it out either.
A Morning at the Lake
Early one morning, the boys woke us up, we threw on bathing suits, loaded the car with gear, and went down to the lake. Did we even eat breakfast? The only one lucky enough to have extra food available was Son #2. Son #1 had an apple, I had a pear, and my husband drank some coffee. We did bring water and Dr. Pepper though.
The drive down to the lake was fantastic. My husband and I talked while the boys looked around excitedly and played with the dog. Son #1 would interject comments into our conversation and Son #2 would babble as if he too had something to say.
When we arrived at the lake, we chose a covered picnic table close to the shore. Son #1 whooped and hollered as he streaked like lightening out of our car. I carried Son #2 and helped my husband unload the car and the dog. We secured our two wiggly boys into their life jackets and then jumped into the lake. Man, we had fun!
While in the water, Son #1 practiced his swimming strokes and kicks. Periodically, he would try to go underwater and when we weren't paying attention he would splash at us. My husband and I would get him back, though.
We held Son #2 in the water and he got to experience playing in the lake for the first time in his life. He really enjoyed it. Son #2 splashed and kicked exploring the shiny and cool water. My husband placed our baby on his stomach and helped him paddle around.
Even the dog swam around the in the shallow water after we dragged him in several times. We had to reassure our pitiful pup that it was ok and that all he had to do was kick all four legs to keep his snout above water. He didn't believe us but tried it anyway. Son #1 got involved in the doggy swimming lessons even though we warned him not to get to close. Doggy claws swimming in water can really hurt when they get to close to your legs.
A few hours into our day at the lake, Son #2 had had enough and settled down to eat. Son #1, however continued to splash and swim. He and his dad raced several times. Then he and I shot cool pictures of dragonflies on reeds. Once Son #2 finished his bottle, my husband and I took turns loading up the car. We commented on how peaceful our morning at the lake had been. Then, we called out to Son #1 still playing in the lake. "Baby, its time to go!"
From the shore's edge, a little voice shouted. "I DON'T WANT TO GO!"
Calmly, we countered. "We're going to have lunch with Abuelita (Grandma) and your Tios and Tia (Uncles and Aunt)." We confidently thought he would be really excited upon hearing about our lunch plans.
Son #1 surprised us. "I DON'T WANT TO EAT WITH ABUELITA OR MY TIOS AND TIA!
Huh! That was strange. Usually, when we talk about eating with Abuelita he is the first one out the door to the car. Alright, time for Plan B. My husband walked down to the lake and quietly but sternly spoke to Son #1. I couldn't hear the conversation but I could tell by body language that Son #1 was not being given a choice about getting his little rear out of the water and into the car.
Fast forward to the restaurant with Abuelita, the Tios and the Tia.
We had just finished a nice meal and were enjoying the conversation. Son #1 turned to Abuelita and asked. "Can I go to your house?"
Five year olds are odd and fickle little creatures.
The drive down to the lake was fantastic. My husband and I talked while the boys looked around excitedly and played with the dog. Son #1 would interject comments into our conversation and Son #2 would babble as if he too had something to say.
When we arrived at the lake, we chose a covered picnic table close to the shore. Son #1 whooped and hollered as he streaked like lightening out of our car. I carried Son #2 and helped my husband unload the car and the dog. We secured our two wiggly boys into their life jackets and then jumped into the lake. Man, we had fun!
While in the water, Son #1 practiced his swimming strokes and kicks. Periodically, he would try to go underwater and when we weren't paying attention he would splash at us. My husband and I would get him back, though.
We held Son #2 in the water and he got to experience playing in the lake for the first time in his life. He really enjoyed it. Son #2 splashed and kicked exploring the shiny and cool water. My husband placed our baby on his stomach and helped him paddle around.
Even the dog swam around the in the shallow water after we dragged him in several times. We had to reassure our pitiful pup that it was ok and that all he had to do was kick all four legs to keep his snout above water. He didn't believe us but tried it anyway. Son #1 got involved in the doggy swimming lessons even though we warned him not to get to close. Doggy claws swimming in water can really hurt when they get to close to your legs.
A few hours into our day at the lake, Son #2 had had enough and settled down to eat. Son #1, however continued to splash and swim. He and his dad raced several times. Then he and I shot cool pictures of dragonflies on reeds. Once Son #2 finished his bottle, my husband and I took turns loading up the car. We commented on how peaceful our morning at the lake had been. Then, we called out to Son #1 still playing in the lake. "Baby, its time to go!"
From the shore's edge, a little voice shouted. "I DON'T WANT TO GO!"
Calmly, we countered. "We're going to have lunch with Abuelita (Grandma) and your Tios and Tia (Uncles and Aunt)." We confidently thought he would be really excited upon hearing about our lunch plans.
Son #1 surprised us. "I DON'T WANT TO EAT WITH ABUELITA OR MY TIOS AND TIA!
Huh! That was strange. Usually, when we talk about eating with Abuelita he is the first one out the door to the car. Alright, time for Plan B. My husband walked down to the lake and quietly but sternly spoke to Son #1. I couldn't hear the conversation but I could tell by body language that Son #1 was not being given a choice about getting his little rear out of the water and into the car.
Fast forward to the restaurant with Abuelita, the Tios and the Tia.
We had just finished a nice meal and were enjoying the conversation. Son #1 turned to Abuelita and asked. "Can I go to your house?"
Five year olds are odd and fickle little creatures.
Monday, June 25, 2012
The Gyrocopter
One lazy afternoon, I watched a movie while folding laundry. Son #2 was sleeping peacefully in his crib while Son #1 played contently in his room. Periodically, Son #1 would come into the room where I was folding clothes and try to sneak a peek at the movie. I was too quick for him and would pause the movie as soon as I heard him moving towards me.
I was busily folding the last bit of clothing when I heard him tiptoing in the hallway. Quickly I paused the movie and the screen froze on a war scene. Son #1 gazed at the frozen frame in front of him and stated. "Hmm. That looks like a gyrocopter."
"A gyrowha????" I asked.
"A gyrocopter." My little boy replied.
"What is a gyrocopter?" I questioned.
Son #1 pointed to what I thought was a helicopter on the screen and replied. "This."
"I've got to look this up. I'll bet you're right. Where did you learn about gyrocopters?" I commented incredulously.
"I don't know." My son responded.
I ran over to my computer and did a search on gyrocopters. As soon as I clicked on the search button, articles and pictures of gyrocopters appeared. Apparently, a gyrocopter is very real and a type of aircraft that looks like a helicopter but is more similar to airplanes. It's pretty scary when a five year old can teach you new vocabulary.
I was busily folding the last bit of clothing when I heard him tiptoing in the hallway. Quickly I paused the movie and the screen froze on a war scene. Son #1 gazed at the frozen frame in front of him and stated. "Hmm. That looks like a gyrocopter."
"A gyrowha????" I asked.
"A gyrocopter." My little boy replied.
"What is a gyrocopter?" I questioned.
Son #1 pointed to what I thought was a helicopter on the screen and replied. "This."
"I've got to look this up. I'll bet you're right. Where did you learn about gyrocopters?" I commented incredulously.
"I don't know." My son responded.
I ran over to my computer and did a search on gyrocopters. As soon as I clicked on the search button, articles and pictures of gyrocopters appeared. Apparently, a gyrocopter is very real and a type of aircraft that looks like a helicopter but is more similar to airplanes. It's pretty scary when a five year old can teach you new vocabulary.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Corn Heaven
Last night, we grilled corn on the cob. The weather was sunny with a cool yet balmy breeze typical of a late evening in our region of the country. The sun was setting as we ate the succulent roasted corn and talked about our war on the weeds in the backyard.
Son #1's face registered delight every time he would bite into his corn. His eyelids would close partially and a satisfied smile would appear. Corn on the cob is one of his favorite vegetables. When we grill it, he just can't seem to get enough.
As he nibbled that last kernels off of the cob, he looked around to see if there were any extras. There on the grill sat my husband's corn. It had yet to be eaten and the temptation was too great for Son #1. He shyly asked. "Can I have another corn?"
I responded. "Oh no! There's no more. The last one is for your dad."
Knowing that corn happens to be Son #1's little joys in life, my husband quickly joined the conversation. "It's OK. He can have it. I don't mind."
My husband is so sweet to his little boys.
Son #1 joyfully replied. "Hurray!"
He ran to his seat to get his plate and then waited for me to unwrap his corn. Slowly, he took a bite and savored the rich flavor. His eyes closed as he stated to those around him. "I'm in CORN HEAVEN!"
Son #1's face registered delight every time he would bite into his corn. His eyelids would close partially and a satisfied smile would appear. Corn on the cob is one of his favorite vegetables. When we grill it, he just can't seem to get enough.
As he nibbled that last kernels off of the cob, he looked around to see if there were any extras. There on the grill sat my husband's corn. It had yet to be eaten and the temptation was too great for Son #1. He shyly asked. "Can I have another corn?"
I responded. "Oh no! There's no more. The last one is for your dad."
Knowing that corn happens to be Son #1's little joys in life, my husband quickly joined the conversation. "It's OK. He can have it. I don't mind."
My husband is so sweet to his little boys.
Son #1 joyfully replied. "Hurray!"
He ran to his seat to get his plate and then waited for me to unwrap his corn. Slowly, he took a bite and savored the rich flavor. His eyes closed as he stated to those around him. "I'm in CORN HEAVEN!"
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