Long Winded

Gosh it feels like I haven't posted in several days. Oh wait, I haven't! Well, I have always said that I'd rather be too busy living to write about it than to write all the time about a whole bunch of nothing.! So here are some cute pictures of the kids. Boy has been growing in leaps and bounds lately. He is FINALLY starting to really sit up, although he still gets a bit unstable when he is trying to see things that are above him (the girth of his head causes him to tumble backwards). Now we just have to get the crawling going. I, personally, think he'd like to just skip crawling and move straight on to walking. He already loves to hold onto the side of things-- like his crib--and stand.

He is also eating like a small monster these days. Last night, I made Ratatouille for supper, and much to my surprise he at an entire portions worth. I have teased Hubby that I am going to raise him in the dark ways (vegetarianism) like me, but right now I think I am just happy to see him eating healthy, large portions of his food. I, thankfully, have always been blessed with good eaters.It really seems hard to believe that in just a few weeks he will be 8 months old. Time sure did fly by; I found myself startled the other day to see such a large and grown looking baby staring at me from his crib .

These two hams never cease to make me smile. This is just an example of the daily clothing choices around our house. People think, when we go out dressed like this (Yes, I do let my kids leave the house dressed like faerie tale characters and super heroes) that it's because of Halloween. I have learnt that the best answer is just a knowing smile and nod of the head.

Frog Prince is over the moon this week because Saturday is his best friend's fifth birthday. Every day he gets up and asks me if it's "Chad's birthday party day".

I also realised how quickly he is growing up. In less than a month, he, too, will be five years old. The time seems to have flown by and I can't believe what an amazing; respectful; bright; joyous; adventurous; loving; funny; smart kid my baby has become. Yesterday he wrote his first letter to Santa, and did so all by himself! As I was making supper, he sat down at the kitchen table and had me write out the words he needed help with, so that he could copy them out, and then he went to town writing Santa for a new blue frog doll, a frog quilt, and a frog video game. (any guesses why I chose the alias for him that I did?). May Santa make all your dreams come true, my sweet Frog Prince. (and may he also get to the fabric store quickly is he's going to knock out a frog quilt before Christmas!!!)

Sheepie is truly my squishy boy!!! In this picture you can see him helping stir the whole wheat batter for pancakes the other morning. This was done in conjunction with the 'pancake dance'. I wish I could get videos of such things, because they literally make me have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

He is his little brother's biggest fan these days. He will hold him, kiss him, feed him, read him books, and always, always, always has to give him kisses before naps and bed time. It's amazing what tender mercies we are granted in life. I recall being so concerned over how Sheepie would handle not being the 'baby' anymore, and now he is the first to make sure his baby brother is being taken care of and included in all we do. Sheepie, you are my hero!

He has also give me a new nickname that makes me laugh! I have been dubbed 'icky-pie'. My mom calls people, 'sweetie-pie'; she called me that, she called my brothers that, and now she calls my children, 'sweetie-pie'. This tickles the kids to no end, and they proudly tell me all the time that their grandma calls them such. Now, add to this that Sheepie loves to be contrary for the sake of silliness. One day I told him, "I love you, Boogoo (a silly word/name we made up around here). His first response to me was, "Love you, Sweetie Pie". This elicited quite a laugh from me... cue Sheepie antics. No longer was sweetie=-pie good enough, it had to be something sillier. The next time I called out that, "I Love you Boogoo." I was returned with a, "Love you, icky"-pie. Why? Because Icky is the opposite of sweet, apparently. Long story, probably more than you wanted to know, but I found it quite cute and funny, and now laugh anytime I hear the word icky-pie being flung my way by passing three year olds!

And lastly, I will wrap up with what just about every other person in the world has blogged about too-- the election! All I can say is that I couldn't be happier (sorry Dad). I will save you all the political debate and reasoning, but let's just say that I voted for and quite heavily supported Obama. In him I see quite a bright hope for our country's future. And it makes me proud to live at a time, in our country, when the idea of a minority citizen being president is finally something other than the fodder for science fiction movies. (And that's not at all why I voted for him, but come on, you know it's true... Look at most sci fi movies.... I can count a dozen where the president is either a woman, black, Asian, or in some amazingly rare and completely improbably case all three!<-- okay not so much on that last one.)

Hope everyone's been having a good week. I'll catch ya on the flip side... The babe's calling me and I still need to make tortillas for tonight's dinner....although now that I think about it, I don't, because I forgot to set out the pinto beans to soak and cook this morning. I guess we can have burritos another night. Sorry, honey!