Growing Up

There is something in our water. Kedrick, who has shown an incredible aversion to cleaning throughout his short life, cleaned the whole house before he went to bed last night. He started with toys in the hall way, then cleaned up my closet and room, went out to the kitchen and then tackled the living room, no small feet. Kevin and I just let him go, quite in shock. This comes from a boy who said a few weeks ago, "Daddy, you and Mom like my room clean huh?" To the affirmative response he replied, " not me, I like it messy."

It's like he just woke up recently and realized he was older. At church on Sunday he was getting a drink from the drinking fountain all by himself (he is just barely tall enough now) and he looked at the tall youth next to him also getting a drink and said, " I'm tall too, look I can drink like this."

Sunday morning he went peepee in the potty on his own for the first time (well not counting one drop he did a couple of weeks ago) but the first substantial amount.

I will not mention the very long nights of screaming that we have endured with Brock recently. No not one word of complaint from me even though he is 18 months and we are still having sleep battles. Nothing in any of the books works on my child....oh wait, I said I wasn't going to talk about that. Despite that, may it be said that Brock is fast becoming a quite accomplished linguist. Favorite phrase is "I did it!" He started saying that one around 12 months, though it is much more intelligable now. He lights up with the cutest happiest smile and says, "I like it!" when he eats something good. He lets us know it is time to get out of bed by saying, "I want cereo (cereal)!" He demands we acknowledge what he is saying, if I fail to do so he will follow me around and say "mom, Moom, MOOOM" until I respond. I thought that started later.

I love my boys so much. I can't believe how fast they are growing up and how quickly they change. What happened to my babies??

Where's Daddy?

I'm lucky. My husband only travels once a year for his job and only for a few days at that. He is gone this week for 4 days and I already miss him terribly. I missed hearing Brock cry and both of us trying to outsleep the other to see who will break down first and go get him. I certainly missed him at church as I drug both kids out of the meeting after an intense wrestling match on the pew. I missed not having anyone to tell me that my dinner creation was much appreciated. The boys missed having their daddy to chase them and throw them around on the couch. I really missed his help when it was time to put the kids to bed. I didn't like cleaning up the mess of the day all by myself. But what I miss most of all is just being with him. Kedrick came out of his bed to listen for any noise that might be daddy coming home. I guess I've been doing the same thing. I'm piddling around the house because it just feels weird to go to sleep without spending the evening with my best friend talking about nothing and everything. I know, it's pathetic. Just three more days!

On a happier note, Brock went to nursery for the first time today! Wooohoo! He cried after I left, and then fell asleep pretty much for the rest of it. I felt so free!! I don't get it....he is the lightest sleeper at home but can sleep in the midst of a bunch of kids playing?

When I grow up...

I want to be a garbage truck driver. You are right up there with Santa Claus in the eyes of all the little boys. I would honk wildly anytime I passed a youngster. In fact, I'd stop and take pictures with them and hope to be put in their scrapbooks. I'd let them climb up in the truck and then send them home with a pamphlet on recycling. I can't imagine all the treasures I would find in people's castoffs. I guess we all have our dreams of fame and fortune. Today a very friendly garbage man waved and honked repeatedly at two of his mesmerized fans. I thought...now that is a great job.