Somewhat for the books, somewhat for kicks... a few things to store for a rainy day at the Bee Hive:
Per this "issue", we're doing great, thank you for asking (okay, nobody but my Mom really asks, but I'm pretty sure she's the only one that cares anyway. So Mom, I suppose this post is for you).
Looking back, I'm realizing the freak outs on Kid's side were due to the new relationship of having a mobile sibling. He just wasn't quite used to his stuff being intruded on all the time. It took a week or two of a lot of work and follow through. Bulk floor time on my behalf, and a collection of discussions on sharing hearts, loving hearts, "family toys (thank you, Tracey!)". The last few weeks have been, well, lovely. They both have been playing so well together. All that jabber to get to the few "moments" that are in dire need of documentation:
During this train set up (above--and oh, how husky this Bee is, don't you just want to squeeze him? Or tackle, take your pick, he's a fan of both), Everett was getting pretty adventurous and letting go of the table to stand and "walk" towards me. On one of his episodes, Kid Mock, in true characteristic form hugs Baby and exclaims, "I'm SO PROUD OF YOU, Everett, for trying to walk!". What a little bit of specialness for Mommy Bee.
Today the boys spent an hour playing with fake food and all of my nicely organized pots and pans (still practicing breathing exercises on that one, and yes, I passed the test and allowed my kitchen to be complete chaos for an hour. Props to holding back on the OCD). I would catch little comments such as, "Oh, that's not good for you" or "Good choice, Everett, let's make eggies!". Cute. Double Cute. And a PS on that note, I got a full report from Papa stating that Kid did, in fact, turn down a sip of Snapple because he asked Papa, "is that bad for you?", to which Papa responded, "yes", to which Kid declined. Awesome. Double Awesome.
Baby Bee is getting a temper. I'm not quite sure what to do with it yet. Kid was more of a whiner (his to-this-day weakness); Baby, he's got a temper. When he gets frustrated he chucks. It can be quite painful and absolutely entertaining at the same time. With the molars coming in, I've been seeing a lot of this:
And for the books, a few funnies:
-When Opa and Grammy were here, Carter decided to "expose" his goods to Opa, proclaiming, "Look, Opa, my penis grewed up!". Classic. Embarrassing (not for us, we were dying!).
-On Sunday Kid had a craft as usual, and routinely we ask what it is. He proclaims, "This guy is preaching the Word!". Papa Steve would be proud.
-Baby now talks on the phone. Whether it's a calculator, his hand, or a play phone, he likes to say "hi" and jabber. He also gets very upset when he is not able to talk on a real phone. Spicy Bee.
-Kid was going through what professions each of us family members ought to be... he, as anticipated was a snowboarder, Daddy Mock, a wakeboarder, Baby, a skiier. Mommy Bee? A "kiter". Confused? This day was his source of inspiration. :-)
And oh, how I am grateful for another boy to enter the family! After 6 nieces, our first nephew, Dylan Michael was born this morning to my brother, Jess, and his honey-bee wife, Missy (if you're name is Melissa, you know what I'm talking about!). Congrats, you two. He's gorgeous and I wish, oh I wish I could be there taking photos of his wrinkly newborn feet. Yet another reason for the commune (New York is not particularly close to California).