Sitting here, waiting for hubby to get home from
Tai Chi. Bigger little boy sleeping on the kitchen floor a few feet from me, snuggled on a fleece, in some sort of karate super hero pose. Littler little boy shouting out random phrases from the other side of this wall I am facing, safely behind the fortress walls of his crib. Typing to the gentle serenade of
never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never....MOM....MOM....cockadoodle-DOOOOO, COCKAdoodle DOOOOO, COCKADOODLE DOOOOO and
rhythmic wall drumming, he
definitely has a future as an entertainer. I just hope it is more along the lines of a career in film/theatre/advertising/comedy/writing/music and less along the lines of beer-
bonger-at-fraternity-
kegger/the kid who picks his nose in school for attention/ or one of those guys with the annoying reality TV shows who does stupid crap and films it because it makes money and other stupid (
sorry if you like these shows, I am sure there are exceptions to my assumption, and certainly you have a valid reason for watching, like you are tied to a chair with your eyeballs propped open Tom and Jerry style or something) people watch it. Uttered from beyond the wall whilst I just typed that last sentence,
I got him, I got him, I got him, I got him, hmmmm... he can truly entertain himself for hours. That is a gift. Not so much for mister kitchen floor sleeper. A little more engagement makes his brain happy. He needs to be
doing something, needs a plan, often asks absently what do you think we should
DO today, often utters at the end of a day that included a trip to the YMCA to swim, out for lunch at his
fav grill, playing outside in the snow, a movie, a dinner
playdate, and some
prebed board games
this day was boring, we never do anything fun in our family (note dark bags under his eyes and the listless manner of his speech).Things are good over here. We are enjoying winter this year, for the first time in four winters. Winter with a newborn=recluse. Winter with a one year old=double recluse, snow is deeper than little waist and little guy can't even pick up a toy with his
gortex mittens on, let alone right himself should he
face plant using his newfangled walking skills. Winter with a Two year old and a nine month old=total joke, is it too early to have a nightcap at noon (kidding!! Hi Social workers :) by the time we get all the necessary crap on to go outside, someone poops their pants or needs to eat or is crying so hard mom feels like giving herself a whitewash to ease the pain. Winter with a three year old and a one and a half year old=better, but nothing to get excited about, trust me, little bro didn't walk he was 17 months old so he was on those new
fangled walking legs that winter. Winter with a four year old and a two and a half year old=
super dooper fun, I am liking all this snow and the short days seem long compared to the memories of winters gone by. I have been outside almost every day. Nobody
face plants too often. If a
face plant should happen, said
face planter can get back up by themselves. Our yard is big folks, I used to spend my day running between tragedy and accident waiting to happen. But slowly and surely, winter is blowing its chilly way back into my heart. About time.
Ummm. Just checked on little man singing in his crib
cuz the hubby got home. The scene is as follows. Boy: naked from the waist down sitting in a pool of milk in his fortress, boy is happily perched on his knees patting the pool and rubbing it all over his hands and arms. Boy looks shocked that we discovered the end of his trusty
baba eaten off. Boy needs sheets and pj's replaced. He is totally going to be on that reality TV show. Crap. He needs an intervention.
I would add pictures, but still have the
trojan horse virus. Sending the computer to the computer doctor very soon.
Peace and Joy and a belated
Melkam Genna to you!!
Just a little nostalgic, with the freeze your skin in 10 minute air outside and all. But, next week we WILL be out there sliding and shoveling again, only like five more days until we can bare to brave the cold again. These two weeks in the dark days of winter always stink. Oh, well. 
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