I was organizing some kitchen cupboards with Dash as my sidekick.
My perfect little boy showed his first weaselly sign.
(Please let this be a fluke, because Scout was perfect in his seat at all times, and Navy was a blasted nightmare who stood up every time she got in.)
Scout had a talk with him.
And I gave him some bribes to stay seated.
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So why don’t I use the seat belt — you ask?
Baby chair seat belts gross me out.
I never use them at restaurants or at home.
So I guess I don’t have room to complain.
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Sidenote: This boy has already learned what “No No” means. I am not big into baby proofing everything in the house, because I don’t think they learn that way. And then what happens when you go anywhere else. So now my little 9 months old boy crawls and if he gets close to the stairs, or anything else sketchy, I use my stern voice and say, “No No” and he looks at me with a huge smile on his face and crawls away.
While Micah is surfing it up in Mexico, the kids and I have been having a ton of fun. Especially at night when the Olympics come on, and both of my oldest are pretty into them. (Although Navy cheers for Michael Phelps on every event.) So last night, as I asked Scout, “When you are in the Olympics, which event will you compete in?” And his response — without flinching was, “Running of course.”
DUH!
And then he proceeded to stand up and make me watch him run to his bedroom door and back “faster than the guys in the Olympics”.
When I asked Scout what he expected me to put in his lunch this year at school, he said he would do a PB&J — if it was my “J”. So I whipped up some raspberry jam that very night, and it is sitting on my counter for its 24 hours — then heading into the freezer for September.
Upon taste, Scout told me — “Well, maybe I could just have a Raspberry jam sandwich.” I’ll take that as a compliment. But he heard a resounding “Yeah Right!”
My mom made cinnamon rolls today.
Guess who licked the bowl?
Tweedle Dee.
And Tweedle Dum.
Navy is in la la land.
Scout is giving me his “best” smile?
And Dash just wants to be crawling.
Do you think it got any better after a few yee haws and a mini dance to get them to pay attention and smile?
Not really.
Unless I am putting this picture up for first place in zombie land.
AS tradition goes — we meet up with the Brockbanks and Cliffords each year at the OC Fair. This year was the same old story — minus about half the food. Trying to be good at the fair was quite the challenge!
The only twist on the story this year was adding in a third child who at first thought might seem tough to keep occupied.
But then Trilby handed him an ear of corn, and the rest is history.
As usual — there were tons of rides.
Tons of ghastly prizes.
(And a doomed fish that Navy named “Stupendous”.)
More corn.
My personal favorite — Centennial Farms.
Forbidden treats from aunts like Auggie!
Stinky kids when the naps were left in the dust.
And serious fits when someone thought it was okay to take our baby’s corn.
Give it back!
The first half ear provided over two hours of gnawing satisfaction!
Scout’s favorite thing to do is go and buy things with money by himself. Like if he has earned enough money to get himself a churro at Costco, I have to wait pretty far back so he can do it all by himself. So yesterday, he waited in the Costco line for about ten minutes. It was so long because he had to keep moving lines because they wouldn’t see him and close that line or he waited in the pick-up line. I was dying and wanted to go and help him, but I just let him do it by himself. When he finally came back with a “churro split in half with two napkins please”, he announced to me that “everyone over there loves me.” I cracked up and asked him how he knew that. And then he told me that “everyone kept telling me how cute I was and they just loved me!”
Independent — yes.
Cute — yes.
Humble — far from it.
Unbeknownst to me, Scout came up with the idea of having a picnic with the neighbors. He went and told them, and they were on board. I was finally made aware of the plans when he came in to tell me that he needed for me to get a few things together for him. A Blanket, and food. On his list of food:
Bananas
Edamame (warmed)
Cucumbers (with salt–a new item on his list of food he will eat–YAY!)
Raspberries
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That was it.
When I asked him if he wanted any sort of sandwich, he replied with, “No mom….I am just really simple in my foods.”
On top of being the cutest baby in the world, this boy has a lot of stuff under his belt for 9 months.
-He is currently getting his 8th tooth
-He crawls the fastest out of my kids (don’t hold me to that….but off memory, I think it might be true?)
-He blows the lid off my other two when it comes to being obsessed with his mom (although they were obsessed also)
-He makes everyone behind us in church crack up as he makes faces/smiles/yells at them
-He crawls to everything (including the open toilet) and climbs up…but then fusses until someone gets him because he is too scared to get down
-He is obsessed with Scout and Navy & vice versa
-He loves B (but what kid of mine hasn’t)
- He sees Nonnie first almost every morning, and they have a special bond (she hears his cries before I do, and I think he see her as his life saver)
-He is really good about going to bed, so when he cries really hard when I put him down, I know he doesn’t want to go
-He communicates with me really well, and lets me know if he wants water or food by looking and screaming for what it is he wants
-He has a little birthmark on his left elbow that I kiss whenever I see it
-He has smaller baby hands than Icka, but about the same size as Scout
-He is always chewing on his lips and making weird faces because he has so many teeth coming in
-I love to put my lips on the side of his neck between his ear and collar bone where it is warm
-When I kiss his ears and dig my chin into him, he belly laughs
-He is a sloppy eater — but not as sloppy as Icka, and not nearly as neat as Scout
-He eats everything I make him, and has a particular fondness for sushi and PB&J’s
-He is the third, and he is definitely my charm!
I could not love any baby more than this sweet boy of mine!
Oh yeah– I forgot.
The Sawdust Festival is the biggest load of junk all in one place.
Micah called it the “place where time stands still.”
Because every time he looked at his watch, and thought maybe 30 minutes had passed — only 2 minutes had really passed.
Not because we were having SO much fun, but because it was THAT boring!
BUT….
through the eyes of a kid, it was really fun.
They went to the kids area and made finger puppets — which were total hit with these two. My kids love art, and they probably spent a good hour cutting, gluing and coloring these things. I finally pulled them, but they would have stayed for another hour if I had let them.
then it was off to watch the glass blowing. They were pretty intrigued, and I love to let me kids see real things as versus — reading about the in a book. And as the lady was making the most heinous glass shell I had ever seen, Navy called out, “That is SO pretty!” and got quite the laugh out of the crowd. It was pretty sweet and unexpected.
Then it was off to watch some hippie throw a pot. Again, my kids were loving it, so when I saw that about 90 minutes later, they could throw their own pot, you know I signed us up. I’ll admit that the wait was painfully long, but it was all worth it when I saw the utter joy my kids got from it.
They both got aprons on, and went at the same time.
It was totally legit, and Scout was really into it.
Navy was into it also, but I think she loved the messy hands part almost as much.
In the end, Scout chose to throw a vase, and Navy chose to throw a bowl. But when Scout heard Navy was transforming her bowl into a heart, he decided upon a star vase.
Both turned out good, and are both currently drying on our kitchen counter as I type.
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It will be years before I have to head back.
But because my kids had a ball, I am glad I went.
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