Thursday, August 30, 2012
It's probably because Max won't be my only child in a month, but lately I keep seeing his baby profile in his toddler profile and I can't believe how his skinny toddler legs have emerged from his rubber-band legs that he sported for a year. And, today, when he was playing with bubbles in the tub, I thought about how I really don't know anything about his age yet since he's only been two for two months and isn't even two-and-a-half. He's just two months into two. But! Then I realized that a lot of things can happen in two months: I was engaged to Andrew less than two months after our first conversation and, if love can happen that quickly then, well, a lot of things can happen in that time frame.
So! What I know about two so far is this: A few minutes ago, Maxwell came to give me a good night kiss and, when his mouth touched mine, I tasted chocolate and we had this exchange:
Me: "Where'd you get that?"
Max grins, looks up at me, and bolts into his room.
And that, for me with my first little babe, is what the age of two is all about: sweet little moments, total mischief, and a whole lot of chaos. Maxwell is full of kisses and snuggles and unprompted "I love you, Mama!"s and he's not afraid to push chairs against counters to scale the kitchen cabinets to find his favorite candy and he is constantly on the move. He runs, he jumps, he dances, and he pulls us right along with him. And right now, that is just what I need.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
After a dinner date on Friday night, Andrew and I ended up at the bookstore. Like usual, we browsed the children's section and, after a few minutes, we started counting the books we'd read as kids. We both read a lot growing up, but on the first wall of books, Andrew's numbers kept climbing higher and higher and then he turned to the second wall of books and said "Ohhhh Yeah!" while pointing at the Choose Your Own Adventure section.
Where are the Babysitters Club books when you need them?!
I've been told to stay down my past couple of doctor's visits (not bedrest, but more like stay-down-so-you-won't-be-put-on-bedrest-or-deliver-your-baby-super-early), so if anyone has any books they've loved lately, I'd love to hear about them!
Monday, August 27, 2012
Andrew likes to dress Max up for church in bow-ties, vests, and Converse sneakers. Andrew also likes to dress himself for church in thick ties, vests, and Converse sneakers. Every week I think, "I need to take a photograph of them." and every week I forget until Max wakes up half naked from his post-church coma screaming to be fed. But! This week! My pajama-clad, staying-at-home self snuck these in before Andrew and Max left for some Daddy-and-Me time at church.
My favorite text from Andrew during their time at church sans Mom?
"The brown dino is fighting the shark on my arm."
To which I replied:
"You should be honored."
Because, really, nothing says love like a toddler playing "Bight!" (Fight!) on his daddy's arms during Sacrament Meeting.
P.S. Don't let this post fool you. Max totally waltzes into Nursery some Sundays with plaid shorts, slightly unlaced shoes, and a solid colored t-shirt that's covered in Fruit Loop crumbs and spilled apple juice.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
We love this little bookstore on Dickson Street. There's so many twists and turns and stacks of books and it's a book lovers heaven. Max hadn't been allowed to roam free sans a stroller here before yesterday and he flipped out when we walked through the doors. He ran around, looked at books, babbled about books, and kept his Uncle Ben on his toes because, well, he was way too fast for me to waddle behind and Andrew was holed up with the history books.
At one point, I turned around and found him in a little nook with his uncle and grandpa and, when he saw me, Max screamed "Mommy! Go!" and pushed me into the hallway. I found out later he had just been saved from a near-tumble off a ladder (why wouldn't my two year old want to climb a ladder?), which is probably why he pushed me aside. Max knows when he's naughty and it's so funny to have to discipline him in odd places. We give him a fair amount of freedom in public (and, well, all the time), but we're pretty quick to put him in the corner or take him on long walks to cool off when he throws fits. We don't like being the parents at the restaurant with the crazy child who won't stop climbing on things, but we're pretty happy to be the parents with the child who's busy making their dinosaurs fly.
I'm having to stay down a lot lately and, like I said earlier, I am definitely in the grouchy stage of pregnancy, but life is really good right now. I'm ready for Henry to join us but loving the small amount of time we have left as a family of three. My boys are everything to me.
I have entered the grouchy stage of pregnancy. I don't want to move, I don't want to be touched, I don't want to be looked at wrong or read any lame books and my reasoning for everything- ranging from what I want to watch on Netflix to what time I want to shower- is justified by "I'm pregnant". I am so belly-large that I can hardly walk anymore and I'm really excited about this (the end is near!) but also kind of bummed because, like most people, I like to be mobile. Also, I could sleep all day! Andrew's brother and dad were here this weekend and I honestly slept all day Thursday and Friday, only waking up to eat and get dressed. I feel kinda bad about this, but I feel worse for Andrew because he is going to be putting up with some whoppin' attitude from his whopper of his wife the next few weeks.
I mean, I'll try to be nice, but you're only pregnant so many times in your life, right?
P.S. When my husband finished reading this, he said "You're the worst."