The kids are growing like weeds. It seems like all of a sudden they hit a new milestone and you’ve got a whole new set of kids.
They’ve got way more words than they did a week or two ago. They’re now able to listen to explanations about why they have to do something instead of just throwing a complete fit on the floor.
Cute little things:
Yesterday the kids were crabby at suppertime. Jessie ended up sitting on Matt’s lap, Sam on mine. At one point Jessie found a book and brought it over to Matt to read. Sam climbed off my lap, turned around, looked me straight in the eye, said “Bye” and waved, and went over to Matt to read the book. At least she’s got good manners.
The other night when we got home from daycare, Jessie just did not want to go into the house for supper. I finally asked her to help me put my bike in the garage to distract her. She immediately grabbed the front wheel and started pushing it towards the garage (I had to tell her that might not be the best place to hold on). She took it so seriously – she held on to the bike all the way into the garage. Once in there I explained that we had to eat and then could come back out and play. A couple of weeks ago she would have had a meltdown and had to be carried into the house. Now she just nodded and went to the back door.
We took the kids to Lowes last weekend to look at flooring and to wear their little butts out running around – wide aisles, not too many people out shopping. We let them go without carts. Jessie just runs around. I’d catch glimpses of her running between the aisles with Matt dashing along after her – it was like some old Warner Bros. cartoon. At one point Sam and I were walking past the tool cabinets and they had one that was taller than me with speakers in the top -blaring some really bad music, of course. I looked at them wondering when the heck tool cabinets got so crazy and kept walking. About 10 feet farther along I realized Sam wasn’t with me. Turned around, and there she was, standing in the main aisle, right in front of the tool cabinet, dancing her little heart out, a grin from ear-to-ear. Some woman three aisles back was almost wetting her pants laughing at it. I don’t know where they get that from – neither Matt nor I can dance to save our lives. If we’re taking walks and a loud car drives past, the kids will stop walking and immediately start dancing. And they’re pretty darned good at it, too, for not having even been on the planet for two years yet.
Last night they came home from daycare just filthy. Their clothes were just black. They had dirt in their scalps. Their legs and arms were brown. They must’ve been playing outside all day. Must be good to be a kid…wish we could still have that much fun! After supper we went for a long walk with them and then Matt entertained them in the front yard while I watered the transplanted roses. The big game was to throw rocks up the driveway and watch them roll down. At some point Sam’s game devolved into throwing a rock and then running to pick it up and throwing it again. Hey, anything to tire them out to get them to sleep. Even if it means teaching them to throw rocks near the house.
Time to start getting their supper ready…if we can get them to eat it in this heat. It’s in the 80s today.
