June Delights

Ohmigoodness, I feel like I brag on my kiddos so much that it’s all I do! Then I look at my blog, and it’s been five hundred years since my last post. My mom told me yesterday that I blog more than anyone she knows. But I’m the only person I know who doesn’t scrapbook or keep baby books, so with that perspective, get ready for my latest novel…

Gavi has the biggest achievements these days:

~ open mouth kisses
~ pulling himself up on people and furniture
~ walking around said people and furniture
~ sings his “lalala’s” five hours a day
~ shaking his head no in response to someone else nodding or shaking their heads

There have been other things I’ve forgotten – like how he started reaching out for whoever he wanted to pick him up. Or crawling like a tiny wind up toy. Or pushing his arms through his shirt rather than being a potato with arms. Or how he undermines my authority by giggling his little head off even though I’m yelling at his brother not to squish him. He’s playing with cars and trucks already, too! And he’s got three more teeth pushing their way through. I hope they come soon because he’s a cranky little cuss!

Caleb’s biggest news of the day is… drum roll please… HE HAS A BIG BOY BED! Oh, is it beautiful. My Dad built it for my sister or my gram a few years back, and both of them have moved on to bigger and better beds. So they donated it to their grandson! It has a headboard that perfectly matches both the changing table AND the crib in their room and a better mattress than I’ve ever owned. Plus, Grandma went shopping for sheets and blankets and everything to entice him into it.

NOT that he needed to be enticed! I’ve been prepping him for this day for the past couple of months, so as soon as Grandpa showed up yesterday, he demanded, “Where my big boy bed?”

Anyway, we got pictures of him in it, and he kept requesting naps yesterday, so I think it was a success. During his actual nap, we were ripping out the bathroom, so he didn’t sleep for long. He’s in and out of that thing so quickly it’s terrifying. So when we put him to bed last night, I anticipated no problems.

However, because the bed’s inaugural night was one in which we had been doing hard physical labor – I ripped down two walls of drywall, y’all! – and I had been forced to take an antihistamine at three thirty in the afternoon, Jonathan and I were barely able to stay conscious to get the boys into bed. A mistake I would warn other parents with new big kid beds not to make.

At twelve thirty this morning, Gavi did his usual screaming bit, which I usually ignore. But since HE was in his new bed, too – a big boy bed in its own right! – I figured I’d better go reassure him. But I tripped over Caleb sleeping on the floor. Why was Caleb on the floor when he was so excited about his new bed?

Because his bed was filled with EVERY BOOK HE OWNS. And most of the toys, too. If I hadn’t been so exhausted, I would have gone and got the camera then and there. As it was, I just threw all his books in his laundry basket and helped him back into bed without a lecture. And Gavi was just doing his usual teething cranky crying, so I just cuddled him and popped him back in bed.

In other news, have I mentioned how much Gavi LOVES the pool?! We’ve only been three times, but every time he just giggles and coos. And Caleb loves it much more than last year. I was a little nervous about that. Unfortunately, since I’m the only person with the two of them, I have to hold both of them the majority of the time. Caleb has a little life jacket that keeps him more buoyant, and he’s able to sit on the stairs for part of the time so I can swoosh Gavi around a little. It’s precious.

On Tuesday, I realized that since I could sit on the bottom and Caleb’s taller than I am sitting, he might be able to stand up rather than holding on to me the whole time. So I said, “Let’s see if you can touch the bottom. Stand up, duckie. Can you touch the bottom?”

He looked at me like I was insane, then reached around and grabbed his own hind end. MAN, I love that kid!

Yesterday at lunch, Caleb finished before the rest of us. He asked, politely, “Milk please, Mommy?” I said, “I’ll get you some milk as soon as I’m done eating.” He gazed around the table, checking out everyone’s plates, then said, “Grandpa, you done eating?” Everybody chuckled at his persistence. Grandpa said, “Yeah, buddy, but I don’t know where your milk is.”

“Grandpa, it’s in the fridgerator!” he exclaimed. We erupted with laughter. The munchie has an answer for everything!

There are a thousand other stories I could tell about the adorableness that is each of my boys, but since I’m outta time – hafta get back to that bathroom, dontcha know?! – I better leave it with this: If I could freeze these boys at this age, I wouldn’t. If it was my choice to keep them here, I would have to pass. But I am enjoying 98% of it more than I could have ever dreamed. I just know that something even MORE fantastic is on the way!