Oh lordie – where have I been? Poor blog – you have been so patient!
Where have I been? Well, here: http://emilymelsonphotography.wordpress.com/ for the most part. It’s been a busy but fun start to spring – oh, wait – it’s summer already? Dang, I AM behind!
I guess you know that Colin turned one – I’m not THAT far behind.
I actually had to look at my calender just now to make sure there wasn’t any big major event that I was missing over the past month – and as I suspected there wasn’t. I have just been that busy with work. It’s a good thing, though!
Jack has started summer camp at his preschool. So, really, it’s just preschool but three days a week instead of two and since he moved up to the three year old class there are no naps. NO NAPS! Did you hear that? NOOOOOOOO naps! Ugh. Jack is such a napper but more than that he is a slave to his schedule – whether he will admit that or not, he is. He is used to napping 2-3 hours in the middle of the day where as now we get home from camp around 2:30 and it is the biggest fight ever to get him to lay down in his bed and often he doesn’t fall asleep until after 4 which means he wakes up around 5:30 or 6 and wants to be up until 10 at night. Ugh.
You might say, “well, dim-whit Emily, just scrap the nap and maybe he will go to bed earlier”. Yes – I have considered that. My response would be – would YOU like to please come to my house and take care of my wild banshee of a three year old who hasn’t napped all day while I cook dinner, care for Colin, edit pictures and stay ‘generally’ sane? Didn’t think so. It isn’t pretty.
Not sure what to do. I’ve considered forgetting summer camp so as to not go bald before fall (Alan tells me it gets chilly up top in the winter) but this is the same school he will be going to three days a week next school year and the three year old class doesn’t nap then either, so I might as well get him (and us) used to it, right? As an aside – what three year old class doesn’t NAP?? Ugh. If I didn’t LOVE this preschool so much I would just go to the one 2 blocks from my house that we could walk to everyday – but alas, it is a great preschool despite the no napping. (I mean, really? Nevermind – I’m done)
You might not believe me but I have taken very few pictures of my darlings this month – no, seriously – I haven’t. However, so I don’t forget what they look like and so that they won’t go to therapy later in life for thinking I didn’t love them between May and June of 2010 – we went to the park and snapped a few the other night. It was a nice night. Who am I kidding? It was a hot and sticky night – as most are around here, but we went anyway.
As you may recall – the above picture is my younger son, Colin. I know, it’s been a while so I thought I should catch you up. He is the sweetest child on the face of the earth and possibly the entire universe. He crawls faster than Jack can run away from him and will pull up to standing when he is really motivated (i.e. he sees Mommy’s cell phone in the middle of the coffee table). In the past couple of days someone has taken the lead out of his feet and he has started to think about placing one foot in front of the other. He has only done it a few times but I think he is starting to clue in to the possibility of a new form of mobility (i.e. new ways to torture and annoy Jack). Colin LOVES blueberries and blackberries. His Mommy who has to wash his poop out of his cloth diapers does not. That is all I will say about that.
When Alan gets home, Colin will race over to him yelling “DA! DA! DA!” He will, on occassion, when it isn’t too much of a bother refer to me as “Na-Na”. He doesn’t want to be burdened with having to close his lips to make the “M” sound. Who can blame him – that’s hard to for anyone. I will say that when he sees me in the morning or when I go get him from his nap – I do get MUCH bigger smiles and arm flapping than anyone else does! I’ll take it, for sure!
Poor Colin (I often refer to him not as Colin, but Poor Colin as he often has to play second fiddle to big brother, Jack) rarely gets bathed (kidding – no CPS calls, please) and sometimes I don’t even change him out of his jammies, but he knows he is loved and adored by all that see him! Who can miss that insane RED hair? We love you, baby cakes!
This is my Jack. What CAN’T he do? He is pure genius, I tell you! He can tell jokes, do magic tricks, use words like “indignation” (I had to spell check that, by the way) and “dignified”. He will tell you exactly what bad choice he made to deserve the chosen consequence. He can write his own name, although it’s backwards – he can do it! We are working on that. Jack can also count to 50 – and likely farther if Mommy had the patience to keep going. Jack can spell any word when looking at the letters and read the words “Jack”, “Colin”, “STOP”, “woof” and “meow” (and maybe a few more I am forgetting). The other day he actually sounded out the word “A-VEE-NO” correctly when I was putting sun screen on him before camp.
This child also has the memory of three elephants and misses NOTHING you say – so be careful! He will bring up something you said in a whispered tone to someone in another room a month after you said it. Ok, maybe that’s a TINY exaggeration, but you get my point. And, as many three year olds are – he is firmly in his “Why” and “What’s that” stage. Basically he NEVER stops talking!! God Bless him!
His favorite toys are still his Thomas trains followed VERY closely by his racecars. He knows about 3 NASCAR drivers by their car and loves to watch the wrecks on TV. That’s MY boy! He is just starting to really dig legos and since he had all of 8 of the Duplo blocks, I took pitty and bought him a small box. He will sit for a long time building carwashes, garages and of course – Texas Stadium!
I could go on for hours – I love these boys. They are the light of my world and make every day happier and brighter. You’d be hard pressed to find a happier or more blessed Mama! Ok, I know we all say that – but you get it. All you mamas know what I mean.
Thanks for being patient with me. I’ll try to not stay gone so long next time.