But now it is SPRING!!! The sun is shining, the windows are open, babes running free in the backyard, something on the grill every night for dinner, and porch drinks with my honey after babes in bed. I didn't realize how much my attitude about life is dictated by the weather, but I apologize to anyone who lost a little faith in humankind during a conversation with me over the winter...
|Pursy's first letter!!!!|
One of the coolest thing about being the Mom of a 3 year old is the fireworks display of new stuff they master every day. One minute Pursy is trying to figure out how to keep her thumb AND index finger up to make a "2" with her hand and the next thing I know, she is writing letters. I didn't know she was working on that skill- it just showed up. We decided to wait until she is four to put her in pre-school and even though I am very comfortable with our decision, I have wondered if I am keeping her from learning super cool stuff around other kids her age. Then I watch her casually write a letter with markers during a Thank You card drawing session at our kitchen table and realize that she will be just fine. And I get one more year with both Pursy and Knox at home, free to visit the Children's Museum, the Zoo, the Science Center, the city parks, etc. I feel lucky to have the flexibility in my job to work whenever and however I want, and want to take advantage of the short time I have to be home with them so much. Even though I'm sure there will be days when Erin or Mari or Betsy are grocery shopping alone because their babes are in pre-school that I will feel a twinge of jealous regret. :) Oh well, the employees at Trader Joes seem nonplussed by the chaos I introduce to their lovely store an hour a week.
|Me taking a picture of Allie taking a picture of Ian petting the goats.|
|This kid loves animals. (please, someone get my joke)|
|This is what Pursy looks like when I ask her to smile when zebras and camels are around.|
Ladyfriend is not a fan of petting zoos.
|Tent where noisy things are hanging for kids |
to bang on them with wooden spoons.
Knox is working on feeding himself. He does not want any help and seems okay to make a complete mess of his face and clothes, something that will always amaze me about kids. Their capacity to tolerate sticky and wet and just gross sensations when it comes to food. Knox loves to get food substances on his hands and rub them through his hair, usually leaving him looking like David Bowie in Labyrinth after a meal.
|Blowing on a hot bite|
|Do I have something on my face?|
|Good to the last drop|
|Is this a natural smile Mama??|
|"Pursy, everything you do is SO COOL!"|
|Oh. My. Goodness.|
|Of course I would never throw out that t-shirt baby,|
it still has YEARS of wear left in it...
All that to say, I don't take my kids to swimming pools. I don't deprive them of water play- I am the cool Mama that lets them get SOAKED at the water tables on the third floor of the Children's Museum, we frequent the Water Steps, sundry spray parks around the city, and have a killer sprinkler in our backyard. They just don't get submerged in any body of water in which I can't see the bottom. Yes, in case of whales.
|Red Bell Pepper|
|Post Radio Flyer car crash off the back steps|
|Love these guys. And they are going to be our neighbors!!|
|Caryn ignoring Chris mouth-breathing.|