So. Whoops. It seems that several months have elapsed. It is Wednesday night and laundry and dishes await. So even this long delayed post whole be brief. Thus, one lesson in parenting: better now than perfect. So, now and imperfect, a few thoughts on these sweet cuddle monsters who have stolen my heart. And to any adult children who may be reading these paltry and sporadic entries: I am sorry. You wanted more huggies and kissies. You spit up on the carpet, the dog, yourself. You stared into my eyes with your beautiful brown eyes and grabbed my arm with your tiny fingers and lookin in these moments seemed more important than preserving the for posterity.
Myles...
Myles aged six months overnight. I want to make some joke about how often he wakes me up to hang out overnight, but I got nothing. Sleep deprivation will do that to a person. He rarely really screams. He registers his concerns pretty considerately, with gentle mewling, until I wake up to feed him. Is he hungry? Is he teething? I have no idea, but I honestly enjoy his company at all hours of the day. Because he is setsw, sweet, sweet. With such a goofy grin. He really loves music and he is a born cuddler. We call him a koala because he grabs onto your clothes to hang on if you try to transfer him. He wants to be with you. He is working so hard on crawling and what tickles me is that he is doing so many things that are more difficult than crawling, such as downward facing dog and plank. Not a lot of interest in sitting. I place him in sitting position and he falls like a tree, but he is never concerned about it. He continues to drool about as much as a Mastiff puppy but again, unconcerned. In comparison to Ellie, he seems like such a docile baby, but he is very active and he definitely has a sense of humor. I should really take more videos of his smiles that melt me and his gleeful squealing. He really does shreik just to let folks know he is around. The bottom line, a joyful guy who brings so much joy to the folks around him.
Ellie
Where to begin? Ellie is so sharp and more eloquent than some adults I know. I need to take videos and also record the things she says. They are bananas. She began hey new school and is doing pretty well, despite some separation anxiety that we have been working through. She was having trouble using the potty at school until hilariously, we discovered that she was afraid of a picture of Mary and Jesus in the bathroom. Which yes, seems like an odd design choice, even for a church classroom. She feels more ownership over her artwork now and makes sure we take it home at the end of the day. Her circles and faces look more like circles and faces and she loves crayons, paints and messes. She has a raucous laugh that we hear often and a lively imagination -- she is visited by an itinerant imaginary friend named Hava and likes to make up words with unclear behind, like Eenie Baneenie. She and Baa remain inseparable, and Baa is a main subject of her present play -- Baa is naughty, Baa needs to say he is sorry, Baa is a teacher. I love her spirit. She is wild and beautiful and smart and so funny. It is also true that I often have no idea how to rein her in, or whether I should. A counselor at school said that this is the age of autonomy and independence. She does delight in choices -- a colorful outfit crafted by her, selecting hey own m and Ms, choosing what to make for dinner. My wild girl is also tremendously affectionate. She tells us she loves us, showers us in kissies, and gives us a run for our money. Everyday, I ask Ellie, "You know what I like about you?". And then, together, we say, "everything!" Would never change a thing, sweetheart.
