April 3, 2012
It looked so good that I studied it for a few seconds before raising it toward my mouth. A big, warm, cheesy slice of pizza.
The very next moment I felt the change in temperature as the blankets slid off the end of the bed, only covered now by a thin sheet. K stirred, eventually sitting up to adjust position and reach once again for the extra blankets. I peered over at the clock. 5:20am. That all too real pizza was just a dream. Ugh.
I spoke into the silence to my likely-sleeping-again husband and expressed my disappointment that I could never get that bite back! He wasn’t much amused at the moment. Likely rather confused if he even heard me. But, as the memory resurfaced later in the day we both had a good laugh.
Sometimes dreams are so cruel!
April 2, 2012
Early in March, we got to celebrate the day 3 years ago when B was born. I would love to write and capture a bit of who he is, how he has grown, the many ways in which he blesses us daily, the gratitude I have to God for allowing us to be his parents…but I can’t do it justice. I can’t capture him. I can’t write enough thanks. I can’t document the blessing he is. But I can’t let that keep me silent either.
He is loud in the best sort of way (and sometimes in the worst). He is cautious. He is animated – face, body, and voice. He is rough, loving to tackle and wrestle anyone who will let him (and sometimes those who aren’t interested). He is gentle and sweet – dishing out unprompted hugs, asking to snuggle, comforting in sadness, protecting when he feels I need it. He is curious. He is smart. He loves God’s word; and he knows many of God’s truths. We love this boy and more than anything, we pray that those last two will continue on his whole life. That he would grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and that to Him would be the glory, both now and to the day of eternity (2Peter3:18)
When asked, he consistently stated he wanted both of his Papaw’s and Mamaw’s to come to his house and that the only thing he wanted was orange cake. Easy enough!!
His door after his nap. I saw this idea a long time ago and thought it was so fun. He loved busting out!
He asked for his cards to be read approximately 6 times that day and every day for the next week or two afterward. Cards do not go unappreciated in this household!
His new ‘big bikle’. He was so excited he wasted no time hopping on and taking it for a spin (or 10) inside the house!
His new “chicken” was custom built by my dad and I think he did an amazing job. Much of the inspiration came from the uber-cute kitchen shown here. So, thank you Petersiks for sharing your creativity with the rest of us!
Remember how I told you last year that his favorite part of his birthday was everyone singing “Happy Birthday” to him? Well, this year just might have been the same way. Just look at that face!
Happy Birthday! We love you!
We try to eat well. Our grocery bags are typically full of fruits and veggies because we do ultimately care about what we put in our bodies. But, as with most areas of our life, we also fail. And often. And if I’m honest, I’d tell you that I often even thoroughly enjoy the failures. For instance, having the chance to eat Donut Palace while in St. Louis this week will likely be one of the highlights of my year. (Yes, I may very well be serious!)
That said, let me tell you how exciting it is when while eating at a restaurant your 3 year old requests (knowing full well the typical kid’s menu options of chicken tenders, cheeseburger, and mac n’ cheese) a salad with grilled chicken on top!!
Given the insight of the first paragraph especially, it’s shameful just how much I would love to give all of the credit for that to K and me. And so is the nature of my heart.
March 27, 2012
B is observant. Weirdly observant. Especially with cars. He has an uncanny ability to recognize cars as they pass, sometimes as we walk along our neighborhood streets and sometimes as they whiz by on the interstate. It isn’t just recognizing colors, or styles such as a midsize car versus an SUV. No, it’s not even distinguishing between a Toyota and a Honda. This brand new 3 year old, for well over a year now, has been picking out specific makes and models, making distinctions down to the year if it involves any change in body style.
The best part? He has no idea of the actual make, model, or year and yet has never (we have learned not to question as on more than a few occasions have doubted only to be proven wrong*) been wrong. His sorting occurs by people with that car. For instance, his cousin N’s car is a Honda Pilot, Daddy’s new work car a Nissan Maxima, Daddy’s old work car a Grand Am. Last fall we got a Toyota Sienna so often those are sorted as B’s van…unless they are the next oldest body style and then they are categorized differently because some friends of ours have (did have, actually, so this example is no longer accurate!) an older model Sienna.
Weird I tell ya!
So, all of you with boys (young or used to be young), do you have similar stories?
*For instance, driving to K’s office one day B yells out “mamaw/papaw car.” I scan the area quickly so as to not miss it but see no such car. Pulling into the parking lot I’m
secretly feeling victorious because he has, it seems, finally been stumped gently breaking the news to B that it seems he was wrong and that he must have mistaken another car for a Toyota Camry. We park around back and head inside, making our way down the hall to K’s office. Walking through his office door I see the front end of a car out the window facing the front of the building. The wheels in my head turn as I piece together the timeline and I ask K, “is that a Camry?”
Right the whole time! And the examples are endless….
March 25, 2012
These unseasonably warm days have allowed us to spend a lot of time outdoors…playing baseball, riding bikes, taking walks, and hours with friends at the park. One particular day I snatched the camera before heading out and took advantage of the sunshine and a willing subject!
And this is what I got when I asked for a silly face.
Well done, B!
March 24, 2012
Once upon a time there was a little boy who hadn’t yet learned a very important part of his vocabulary. Here is video evidence of lesson learned!
December 20, 2011
So, remember not too long ago when I showed you this picture? It’s the guest bedroom…a part of the basement we worked to get back together after water found it’s way into our basement.
Well, that space currently looks like this:
After water found it’s way back in a couple of weeks ago, we had no other choice. My parents came one morning and helped us strip both this room and our downstairs bathroom. Doesn’t quite have the same feel does it?
On the bright side, we’ll get to start from scratch in the design of this room!
On the less-than-bright side, we have plans to trench out around the majority of our house, repair it, and cover it in pitch during the driest (and most likely hottest) part of the summer this year so as to make SURE we have addressed all water issues! Any volunteers?!