THIS Boy

Is outgoing, cuddly, friendly and sweet. He has a developing temper and a heartbreaking cry when his feeling are hurt. He loves books, dogs, shoes and his family. He loves to eat...anything! Especially pasta, blueberries, steamed vegetables, pizza, oatmeal and avocado (he recently ate 2 in one sitting!). He is not a fan of raspberries or turnip. He is starting to talk more, but has understood for a long time what is said to him. He loves to have "jobs" to do (close the garage door, carry the keys to the mailbox, turn off the light switch, turn on the dishwasher). He loves the swings at the park, and visiting with other children. He loves babies. He has the best laugh. He enjoys dumping water out of the bath and walks in his stroller where he waves to everyone. He is fascinated with birds. He is a good problem solver and holds his own with his brother...he has a pretty decent tackle when a toy is snatched from him. His brother can make him laugh harder than anyone. He has the bluest eyes and blond curls that his mom regrets cutting. He can run too fast and is absolutely fearless, there is nothing that he won't try. He sleeps 16 hours a day. He is always happy and ready with a grin. He is our joy.

THIS Boy

...is curious, energetic, loving, sweet, stubborn, bright, funny and creative. He builds amazing things with his blocks, loves to go to new places but likes to observe before jumping in. He builds forts to sleep in beside his bed, has mastered the carseat straps and can secure himself safely in the car. He loves his brother, his guitar and singing. He makes up stories and songs and never leaves the playground without making a new friend. He loves to help Mommy in the kitchen. He pretends he is a magician, pirate and paramedic. In that order. His interests remain unique; trumpets, dunk tanks, street sweepers. He is empathetic, bossy and loud. He is a delight.

A Family Shot

It occurred to me as I was reading through old blogs that there are only a handful of photo's of the mom on here. I had a friend snap a quick photo of us going into church last week so I can add some more proof that I am an everyday part of the goings on around here! Ya...I like the bangs too:)

Two Good Boys

"Are we two good boys Mommy?"

Always.

Party Planner

About once a week I will get invited to a party. Ben loves to plan a birthday...he is a little obsessed with parties and everything it takes to have a good one. He will hand me an invitation and call me down to the play room where there will be music on his little radio with prerecorded songs (all party appropriate!) a game set up, a cake baked from his kitchen, and a gift (usually 10-30 carefully selected toys wrapped in a blanket). We make cards for our craft and then make shaved ice in our snow cone machine. He is very proud of his parties and I am flattered to be considered his constant invite (sometimes Jake gets lucky too...despite my attempts at inclusiveness sometimes it falls during Jake's naptime...which does make it easier to play snakes and ladders...Recently he has expanded the invite list...a few weeks ago he invited Grammie and Grandad...who (despite and hour round trip drive) were here before he hung up the phone and a "juice party" for his best friend Leeah. He lined up the counter with all the food his "selective eating" friend would like from apples to popcorn. She arrived, they "partied", went through the sprinkler and he called it a success. I am thinking of letting him plan a bigger one, with more people and more food...until then I will enjoy our parties for two while they last!

He is a cute one, my boy!

Back To The Farm

We sure missed the farm over the winter! Nothing feels (and smells) more like spring that the sight and sounds we can find there. The baby lambs and goats, the new addition Petunia, the (not at all!) miniature pig, the apple blossoms and the freshly manured gardens. The biggest development is that the docile, observant and calm baby of last fall has morphed into an excitable, energetic, babbling farm fanatic! Jacob LOVES the farm! He follows the big kids around doing everything they are (or he thinks he is anyhow) he feeds the animals, squeals in delight and runs around like he owns the place. It is a good thing he has his own personal Gramma to keep an extra eye on him when we go or I would find him in the goat pen.