Poor Bub is sleeping....in the day time! He must be sick!
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Being a mother of sons means admiring bugs, celebrating mud puddles, laughing at poop jokes, and learning everything about dinosaurs, construction vehicles and trains.
Being a mother of sons means tackle-hugs and dandelion bouquets. It means having to say "GENTLE!" a lot and having nothing delicate displayed in your home below the 5 ft mark.
It means I am completely outnumbered and entirely adored.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
After clomping up and down the stairs multiple times to fetch juice, medicine or the correct blanket for Cubby, I grumbled that I was never going to get any rest.
"Just have a glass of wine, " Bub helpfully suggested. " That will make you sleepy. "
It was before noon, and I'm pregnant. I will have to remember your wisdom in 5 months, kiddo!
When I was expecting Mr. Apples, I created the story of babies choosing the family they would be born to. Not being religious and needing to skirt an overly early sex talk, I told Bub that a baby chose his Mama before he was born. This has stayed with him and he retold the story to me and Cubby and a heap of stuffed kitties last night.
"Tonight I'm going to teach about where babies come from!
First, they fly around in space until they find a Mama. Then, when they find her, their heart starts beating and they get into her belly. They stay in there until they are born. And then you have a baby brother! "
I love it!
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Jacob Apples is so lucky to have so many little friends at his school. I always know that he had a fun morning, playing and learning. Here he is after water play, waiting to get changed into his clothes. So cute!