Growth

I have been out of touch lately. My computer battery is on its last leg, and we only get 30 minutes out of a charge at a time, so with everything else that is required, blogging is coming in last.

Fall is in full swing. It was rainy and cold the last couple week, and has had us indoors more than normal. I pulled out my big pot and made some good homemade veggie soup, when it all started. Last week we had another taste of summer, so I decided to pull out the stroller and head for the park.

I was instantly surprised by the heat. It had to have been pushing high 80s. I was instantly sweaty, and regretting the decision to walk. We had dinner at church, I was going to need to allow time to shower when we got home.

Who knew the trays were to rest your feet on?

It was good to play at the park though. It was good to get some use out of my muscles, and have the slight tinge the next day. I wish I had taken more time to walk the babes around this summer. I have been lazy though. I think back to the days that I did daycare, and I would schlep FOUR kids in a wagon and carrier all the way to the park, library, where ever just to get some fresh air in their lungs.

We had a low key weekend this weekend with friends coming to watch football and play. It rained and has maintained a cool 60-70 degrees. So much for a long hot fall! 

Grant is onto new things, and is getting on his side these days, but any hint of his stomach touching and flops back over. He has no desire to lay on his stomach and hold up his big egg.

He has also found a love for books, and we now have family bedtime stories. It amazes me at the involvement he has in the books.

Grant's achievements and change are so much more obvious. Preston is more subtle in his growth. He is growing up and turning into an independent little boy and no longer my baby. Just this morning, he decided that he could write his name by himself in preschool, and wouldn't take the entire craft time to do it. I was so proud of him. We had taken away TV and were shoving it down his throat and getting nowhere. Last night we decided we would back off, and just give it time, and it worked! My husband can be so smart sometimes! I should also add, that the name was perfect. I don't mean to brag, but every letter was just as it should be, all in a line and the same size. Imagine that!

Grant's first secret house.

Also, if you could please pray that Grant soon gets over whatever is causing him to be such a grump for the last three weeks, I would really appreciate it.

New Friends!

Does anyone remember the days when Grant was little, and I was still trying to figure out nursing? When I would constantly say that Grant needed to make some new friends because I felt like he was attached to a boob 24/7? I miss them, yes, I do. As trying as they were, they were so fleeting, and I wandered through them in a sleep deprived autopilot.

Wow, how he has changed!

Grant, though, at three months, has finally found new new friends. I am so glad. I can now wash some dishes, and make dinner without stopping five times. It is wonderful. My little boy is growing up!

We call his new buddies paci and blankie. He would really much rather hug a cloth diaper than the blankie, but he says blankie will do in a pinch. I prefer the blankie than explaining to the little ladies at church why he is clinging for his life to a cloth diaper!

Preston is also making new friends. Preschool is back, and there are new faces to learn. He is playing new games. That always involve making me a table. They have a new tool bench, and the boy loves him some tools. Every day before I sneak out the door, he comes running asking me to put the workshop apron on. Then promptly gets back to whittling that wood. Or sawing the preschool table with the plastic saw. His teachers are saints for not twitching because the noise is numbing!

With the second year of preschool we are talking lots about Kindergarten and what it will bring. He talks about the bus, and how when he is in High School he will ride the one near his house. Good boy, Mom isn't ready for the bus. I don't know that I am ready to send my little five year old on the same bus as a bunch of rowdy high school kids. I prefer to keep the innocence in tact as long as possible. He will pick up enough in Kindergarten. I wish he could stay with Miss Debbie and Keri forever! That would also require him to stop growing, and I have yet to find my genie and make my wishes...

We are all doing new things, and it is good to have a new routine. Or any routine at all. Summer was great and I am going to miss her dearly (I am sure summer is a girl, and fall is a boy.) We let go of routines, and packed our days full of fun. I would have loved to found more time at the pool, and with Irene destroying our beach, I have lost my beach vacation. Next year, please come soon, let us have a long hot fall, and an early spring with lots of bright flowers.