New Art

It was like, all of a sudden, he wasn't trying to eat crayons anymore.  Yay!  I love this new stage, where you can actively do something you enjoy with your child.  Not that I don't love playing cars/dinosaurs/Mickey Mouse/will you please read this book to me for the millionth time today.  Wyatt loves to color and I love it just as much as I loved coloring with Henry, because there is no end to what you can draw!  I mean, I can make SO many different stick figures.  And also, all I have to do is make a circle and he thinks I am the bomb.

The budding artist:

Look!  He even holds it the right way!

It was all going so well.  He was doing such a great job and as he changed colors and scribbled away I thought to myself, "This is it.  He is of the creative sort.  He will be an artist of some kind, I just know it!"

Wyatt, NO!

 

Artist, indeed.

New Stephanie, Meet Old Stephanie

So I randomly decided to go back to the beginning of my blog and read a bit about life back then.  I was surprised to find myself laughing.  At myself!  Or with myself?  Actually, I'm not sure.  But I remember feeling very challenged trying to come up with what to say in a blog post back then because my husband and his friend were so clever and funny in theirs.  I realized two things right away in my review tonight: 1) I talked about poo a lot, and 2) Jim and Mike are lame-o blogger dropouts.  Also I used to enjoy writing poems.  Maybe I should pick that up again...

Here's one:

There's nothing on TV tonight

I'm all alone, but that's alright

  I've got my laptop, tried and true

Sweet boredom fighter, I heart you

You help me check up on my friends

Upon your power, I depend

"Stalker" is a word some use

But that's not me, I just peruse

And now I'm done with this sweet poem

I've blogs and emails yet to roam.

Thank you, thank you everyone.  I know I overwhelm you with my talent and profound thoughts.

Something else I realized in my review of myself is that I blogged about myself.  Now I only ever blog about my children.  And rightly so.  They are my entire world at the moment.  However, I feel inclined to challenge myself to venture out of my mommyness every now and then and blog about something other than my precious, adorable - oh my gosh, Wyatt colored on the walls - children. 

I can do that, right?  Type words with no pictures???  Hmm.  Here is what I see me doing:

Stephanie sits down to blog.  Stephanie blocks out the sound of her children not taking naps.  Stephanie looks out the window for inspiration.  Oh look!  That neighbor finally took down their Christmas wreath!  Jeez, it only took them 2 months!  What was I doing?  Oh yes, blog....mmmm....words...funny...look around...table...light...socket...kinda rhymes with chocolate.  Hmm.  I'm hungry.  Did I eat lunch?  Who was that person I was supposed to call?  Crap!  I forgot about the library books!  Oh look!  That other neighbor is leaving to work out.  Man, she works out a lot.  What was I doing?  Oh yeah, I was going to eat.

See?  See how hard this challenge will be?

Did you know that Jim and I used to enjoy doing jigsaw puzzles together?  I miss that.  Only it makes me feel really tired right now.  I miss my old brain.

Just Because

Brothers

Henry: 4 2/3
Wyatt: 1 3/4

Lots of love, lots of playing, lots of yelling.

Apparently, Henry is fond of the dinosaur.

Why life has gotten slightly more stressful

Although this is a tiny, tiny example, I spend most of my days seeing something like this:



And then this:

Only, often the object from which he is catapulting is not so low to the ground.

On the plus side, my heart gets a good workout!