Monday, July 26, 2010

Sweet Potato

Lest it be said that I don't blog much about Nathan, did I mention that he made page one of the local paper?

It's true that, since Nate came along, I haven't blogged much at all. Period. Oh, if I only knew, when I had but one child, how quickly time slips away when you have two! And, also, it is easier to write about the trials and tribulations of a 3 year old, who has so much to say and do. The joys and sorrows of a 1 year old are more, well, subtle, I guess. (Which is not to say that Nathan hasn't got ambitions! And woe be unto he who gets in the way of those ambitions, for there shall be much screaming and crying and throwing of oneself onto the floor in despair! Yea, ye have been warned.) But, it's hard for words to capture the sweetness of his little voice as he talks in his sleep or the excitement of his little face at the sight of a fire truck or the smell of his sweet baby breath in the morning, or the determination in his gait as he sets off to explore. Knowing that he is our last baby, I'm trying my best to just drink it all in.

And how sweet it is.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Secret blogging

I never, repeat, NEVER get to use my fancy new laptop. My iPod is my only refuge when I am home. The boys, Hubby included, urgently need me as soon as I even think about getting near it. I have tested this many times. It always ends in tears (sometimes just mine). Even the P O D (I have to spell in front of Harry) has to be hidden most of the time. Daddy, on the other hand is free to use any and all electric media, whether or not Mommy is home/busy/etc. (Don't get me started.)

So, I am typing this on the ipod with two fingers, in the dark, lying next to a sleeping baby, who needs me touching him in order to remain asleep. I only hope Blogger will load it and there won't be too many typos.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Memories are Made of This

We just got back from an impromptu trip to the mall. Not our usual outing, but a nice break in all this heat. As we wandered back to the exit after doing the rounds, we saw there was a Disney store. I should preface this by saying that Harry is OBSESSED with Toy Story. We showed him the first movie a few weeks ago and it's been a daily feature ever since. He quotes the dialogue, laughs in all the right spots and can sing the "Buzz & Woody Song" (You've Got a Friend in Me).

Since the third Toy Story movie just came out last month, you can guess what the Disney store had prominently displayed. I thought Harry's head would explode. If he could have filled a shopping cart, he would have. We looked around a bit, putting things back on the shelf that he took down, and decided to let him pick out one thing for his birthday (next week), with the money from his CA grandparents. He pulled down both Buzz and Woody dolls. When I asked him which one, Buzz or Woody, he said, "Buzz and Woody!" It went like that for a few minutes before he finally settled on Woody. We brought him home and Harry gathered up all his "guys" (Potato Head, Slinky Dog, Piggy Bank) and got down to business.

Hubby and I talked on the way home about how we both remembered picking out our third birthday gifts. Mine was a Fozzie Bear doll and his was a Fisher Price truck. We realized that Harry, being of elephantine memory, would likely remember picking out his Sheriff Woody doll. It's amazing how much he's changed, not only in the last three years, but in the last few months. He's such a real boy. So big, but still so little. Starting school on Monday, but still wanting someone to snuggle him to sleep. It's so much fun to watch him turn more and more into himself. Happy (early) birthday, Pumpkin Bear!