Don't you think IT's TIME we updated you on what the heck is going on with us. A special thanks to Julianne and Elise who haven't given up on blogging and have motivated me to start again. Did you know you can print your blogs into books?! That right there should get me going. What a novel idea- writing your family history as you go, but I was so looking forward to spending my senior citizen years doing that . . . NOT!
(August 22, 2010)
Kent is home from a motorcycle trip after being gone for three days. He survived (thank goodness) and we survived. I must have been blessed because the boys got along better than usual. It helped that Carter has a tree now. It's a puny tree, most wouldn't even consider it a tree. I can't help but think how sad it is that all he has to climb is this puny, barely a tree, tree with branches that promise to break every time he holds onto them. He doesn't seem to notice though. In fact he's quite thrilled with it. He's figured out how to sit in/on it in a number of ways and insists I witness every new position of his leg, bum, knee or hand. Anyway, the tree kept him occupied and in good spirits so he was nice to Tyson, even wanted Tyson to come and play in his "tree house". That was until he realized Tyson doesn't quite have the imagination required for this kind of thing. This led to some frustration for both boys, but I wouldn't have expected it to be any other way.
(Carter in his most favorite tree)
Today we thought we might strangle the rambunctious toe-head who yells instead of talking, runs instead of walking and whacks instead of hugging. I swear he LIKES to get in trouble and go to time out. The big grin that lit up his face as I sat him on the time out chair this afternoon clued me into that. He also thinks his toots, and trying to toot, are outrageously hilarious- they actually are, but I don't want him to know that! I knew it would be one of those exhausting days when during sacrament meeting he spit soggy cookie crumbs all over Kent and threw his zip lock bag of fishy crackers halfway across the chapel. His 3 hour nap after church offered some reprieve, but I swear he woke up with more vigor than humanly possible for a 1 1/2 year old. We hoped a walk and playing at the park might soothe his crazed soul. It didn't. Bath time ended early for him because he kept standing and then falling back onto his bum which sent waves of bubbly water over the side of the tub onto my bathroom floor. While Carter sat calmly on Kent's lap during story time, Tyson jumped and bounced all over the bed. While Carter sang along sweetly to one our favorite songs, "Popcorn Popping" Tyson put his fisted hands over his eyes waiting to explode when we got to the chorus. While Carter knelt reverently during family prayer, Tyson YELLED "Mommy" and climbed on and off the bed 30 times in 1 minute! And of course, when Carter willingly climbed into bed and snuggled up under his sheets, Tyson began kicking and protesting "No Daddy, no!"