The embend link from YouTube and I have a difference of opinion on what it means..to work! (grrrr)
So please click here to see our adventure at the sandbox park.
Sorry for the delay in posting...the boys came back on Friday, late - we actually got home around midnight. They had a terrific time w/my grandparents in Sacramento.
So now we're getting back into the swing of things - Erma (who wrangles the kids when I work)is on break, so today I'm home with Emma & Victor. Today we went to the park to wear them out a little. There was a clan of 2 year olds - and like all 2 year olds they were big and little, tall and short, talking and quiet. In fact Victor and 2 girls were all born within a week of eachother. One of the mom's asked how old Victor is -- I mentioned he just turned two last month. She then asked - why is he so small.
My reply - oh...we don't feed him much. Laughing I said, actually he doesn't eat much I guess. Then kidding, I said to Victor, put those acorns in your pockets honey for supper. (he was filling his pockets w/'corns)
I thought I had naviagated that little blip, when she mentioned that Emma, who is 2 months younger was bigger then him. I said..well someone has to help get you 98 percentile kids on the charts - because we're now back on the charts now and we're happy at 10th percentile.
Hummmm, I guess he is small....but I love him little the way he is....I think of it as an economical thing - he's just trying to wear his clothes as a long as possible. :)
Not much else going on - made it through mid-terms - getting ready to put in hardwood floors in a couple weeks.
I just got the toys put away mostly....as I type this I hear the banging crashing that sounds like I need wash....rinse....repeat.... on the toys.
Christmas is such a funny thing -- I love giving gifts, thinking about what someone else might need or want, trying to get good deals, stretch the dollar as far as it will go and it's fun to see what other people share with you -- t-shirts that describe your son perfectly (Little Bull Dozer) or a baby sized mop. I've thought more about the story behind Christmas -- of what Mary went through to give birth (!!) in a barn! She was riding a donkey 9 months pregnant -- I didn't even like riding in the car at that point - and she was on a donkey. And divine intervention I'm sure helped along the birthing process -- it still was likely bewildering for her and Joesph who was likely wondering how did all this happen!
It's also bittersweet when I think of people who are lonely or hurting - who don't have people who love them close by or at all. The people who are coping with war and uncertainty in their lives in so many ways. People who have been forgotten. That makes me sad.
I think of the hope that you feel this time of year -- moving from the darkness of the season into the light of a spring not too far around the corner. The new year is also a chance for new beginnings, new habits, and opportunity to commit to make changes in your life. I like the idea of all of that -- the follow through -- now that's the hard part!
I hope to create fun traditions for Victor around this time of year -- he's still pretty unaware of it all -- a little freaked out about the tree at first- happy to move ornaments - interested in the presents (except when it came time to open them, then he could have cared less!). I like the magic that children bring with them this time of year.
Victor is a brave or perhaps fearless (I think there's a difference) little guy -- today we went to a park at the local elementary school to burn some energy before nap time - we let him go down the baby slide - loved it. The mid-sized size -- couldn't get enough! So then we put him down the biggest slide of all (tube shaped so he couldn't escape) -- and he wanted more more more! What fun. If you were the tosser (vs. the catcher) from the tube you could hear the echo of happy giggles of father and son -- if that doesn't put a smile on your face -- I don't know what will!
