Duck Dreams

May 12, 2012

A little voice called out into the dark and within minutes a little body climbed into bed and snuggled between us, mumbling something about thunder.

 

This morning, K asked me what time the little intruder arrived and I admitted I had no idea.

Me: “He said something about being afraid of the thunder. Did it even rain last night?”

K: “He told me a duck landed on his back”

Me: “A duck? Clearly he was dreaming!”

B walks into the room and begins, with wild animation, to recount his duck tale!

 

A duck on my back? I’d have been scared too!

Crazy dreams.

 

A single picture

April 20, 2012

Road Trip!

April 11, 2012

Their family vacation plans fell through and so my sister in law asked if we would like to join them for a road trip out to St. Louis. We would stay with my sister and brother in law for a day or two and then spend a couple of nights at our ol’ faithful hotel, the Drury Plaza in Chesterfield. (Is it sad that we are so fond of this place? Yes? Well, sad it is then!) It seemed at first as though K would be able to go with, but after a little more consideration it appeared best if he stayed home and worked as well. It was at this point I almost backed out. You see, I’m not much good without my husband. And I like him. Though we were leaving mid-day on Tuesday and arriving home early evening on Saturday, it was the longest we’ve ever been apart. And I nearly backed out.*

But, I didn’t.

And we went. We saw. We made some great memories. We had a grand time. We were exhausted!

Tuesday was spent driving. And driving. And stopping. And driving. 8.5-9 hours after B and I left our driveway, we were there! Wednesday was spent exploring Washington, MO with a picnic lunch by the river, throwing rocks in the water, and window shopping with the kiddos. Grilled burgers and hot dogs, salad, deviled eggs, and homemade salsa filled our tummies that night.

Thursday was a great day for the St. Louis Zoo! And apparently a great day to walk! Between parking a mile away (we thought we were much closer to an entrance than we actually were…oops!), leaving our food in the car to go back for at lunch (done before we knew we parked a mile away!), and enjoying as many animals as our little legs would take us to…our bodies definitely racked up some mileage!

Friday may have been my favorite day. It included a trip to see both the people and the place of my old office which made me all sorts of happy. A pit stop past Donut Palace…enough said, really! Lunch at Qdoba. A packed afternoon at the Magic House followed by Coldstone Creamery. Yeah, I’d say that’s a pretty good day. Oh, and lest I forget, my sister and brother in law also went to the trouble of getting Tucker’s wings that night…a big deal when they don’t offer takeout!

There was swimming and bubble baths, eating and talking, giggling, and yelling, memories and so much fun!

The trip home went swimmingly, well, apart from that incident where B got in his just-turned-2-year-old cousins face and told her she was a bad girl for going potty in her pants and then continued (later in the car) to scold her for the same and let her know all of the things she was not allowed to do because of it….”no screaming, no louding, no basketball game, no playing, no gassing (he may have been influenced by our pitstop for gas), no eating ice cream, no talking on the phone…”

And now, for photographic evidence!

Trying out the new Strider Bike…a birthday gift from Grandma and Grandpa!

Waving to the train!

Rock hunting and throwing.

The making of a coordinated jump!

Look Ma, no hands!

 

 

B was the master of disguise at the Magic House, as seen in the numerous pictures below! 

 

 

 

*For the record, I had a great time. But I still think it would have been better with K along for the ride!

Three

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!

March 31, 2012

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.

 

Weird: Car style

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….

His “silly” face

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!

A very important lesson

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!

January 26, 2012

Without prompting presently or in the past, B has told me everyday for the past few days (without fail) that he wants a baby brother.

{insert broken heart}

Not to leave his request without solution he then told me

“mommy, we probby buy one at the store!”

{IN ALL YOUR WAYS ACKNOWLEDGE HIM}

Click here to view video!

I caught B singing an original of his to his audience of two. His puppy love’s Indy and Maggie didn’t seem all that interested in his performance but he didn’t seem too concerned!

My favorite part? The pause shortly into the show to pray!