Blogging, why are you so hard lately? Why do I feel like I have nothing to write about? Why do I feel like I need some sort of theme for my blog in order to actually write a post? Well, I decided tonight that I'm just going to write about my life, theme or not. Right now I want to remember what my kids are doing at this stage of life. So here's what may or may not become a regular type of blog. Small glimpses into what my kids are doing right now. It may only be interesting to me and them, but that's enough, right?
Caleb
Lately it seems like Caleb is all limbs. Skinny little limbs that love to kick and jump and dance. Want to know what it looks like? Picture Mowgli from The Jungle Book.
This week he has been pretending to be a hippo. When I say pretend I mean, he says he's a hippo. He doesn't really do any hippo-like things. The conversation in the car the other night went something like this:
Caleb: Mom, I'm a hippo! ...named Kwanzaa.
Me: Okay.
C: Wait. I'm a hippo named Ringo Starr.
Me: Wow. Okay.
C: Mom! What is the hippo doing?
Me: Hippo, what are you d...
C: RINGO STARR the hippo
Me: Ringo Starr the hippo what are you doing?
C: I'm moving my arm up a down.
Nice.
Last week as I was putting Yemma to bed, Caleb came in and said he wanted to sing her a song before she went to bed. He then sang "I Am A Child of God" to her. It was pretty sweet. Then he went to Noah in his bed and sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".
Noah
Noah doesn't like pants. I haven't figured out exactly why. Whenever I get ready to put jeans on him he always says, "I don't yike pants" in a very strained, sad voice.
Noah officially graduated to a Big Boy Bed! last week. He's done remarkably well transitioning into the bed (I thought for sure he'd fall out every night considering how he moved around his crib while he slept) AND into Caleb's room. The two of them go to sleep pretty well. We only have to go in a handful of times to remind them to stay in their beds and be quiet.
Whenever we catch Noah in the middle of doing something he knows he's not supposed to do he always responds in what we've deemed his vampire-mode. He blocks his face, scrunches down, gives us a scowl while making a whine/yell sound. Sometimes he runs and then does the crouch. Sometimes he doesn't.
When he's listening to music he likes, unlike his siblings who run around the room throwing their arms around and jumping, he likes to stand and shake his head to the beat with his eyes half-closed. Like this is a really really good song and it's almost too painful to bear. He usually has a pained/respectful look on his face.
Writing this I'm realizing that Noah is really hard to describe. I guess he's one of those "you've got to see it to really get it" kinds of kids.
Yemma
A month or so ago Yemma discovered how to take her pants off during her nap. And yes, about a week or so later she discovered she could take her diaper off, too. After catching her twice hanging out in her crib diaper and pantsless, I have decided that the only thing she can take a nap in is her footy pajamas with the zipper and snap. She hasn't figured out snaps yet, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time.
Yemma, we've discovered, is somewhat of a party girl. I'm really not ready for these extroverted, social kids to turn into teenagers.
She loves to sing. She'll "sing" along to songs in the car and I have to admit, it's pretty adorable.
She can say "Noah" pretty well, but for Caleb she says "Cayba". She has quite the vocabulary for a 20 month old who only started learning and hearing English 8 months ago. She's can say a lot of two-word sentences. The most common ones being "Noah did!" "Mom, peease?" "Daddy come!" The other day at the store she said, "Hi. How are you?" to lady at customer service. She is also trying to say a whole lot more and will often "talk" to me in what seems like sentence after sentence. I'm excited and a little scared for when she can actually talk as much as she wants.
She loves shoes. She can already put her shoes on by herself, which is good because by the time I have shoes on the boys she's already put her shoes on and taken them off about three times. It's nice that I don't have to put them on every time she takes them off. Otherwise she'd have one frustrated Mamma.
Caleb
Lately it seems like Caleb is all limbs. Skinny little limbs that love to kick and jump and dance. Want to know what it looks like? Picture Mowgli from The Jungle Book.
This week he has been pretending to be a hippo. When I say pretend I mean, he says he's a hippo. He doesn't really do any hippo-like things. The conversation in the car the other night went something like this:
Caleb: Mom, I'm a hippo! ...named Kwanzaa.
Me: Okay.
C: Wait. I'm a hippo named Ringo Starr.
Me: Wow. Okay.
C: Mom! What is the hippo doing?
Me: Hippo, what are you d...
C: RINGO STARR the hippo
Me: Ringo Starr the hippo what are you doing?
C: I'm moving my arm up a down.
Nice.
Last week as I was putting Yemma to bed, Caleb came in and said he wanted to sing her a song before she went to bed. He then sang "I Am A Child of God" to her. It was pretty sweet. Then he went to Noah in his bed and sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".
Noah
Noah doesn't like pants. I haven't figured out exactly why. Whenever I get ready to put jeans on him he always says, "I don't yike pants" in a very strained, sad voice.
Noah officially graduated to a Big Boy Bed! last week. He's done remarkably well transitioning into the bed (I thought for sure he'd fall out every night considering how he moved around his crib while he slept) AND into Caleb's room. The two of them go to sleep pretty well. We only have to go in a handful of times to remind them to stay in their beds and be quiet.
Whenever we catch Noah in the middle of doing something he knows he's not supposed to do he always responds in what we've deemed his vampire-mode. He blocks his face, scrunches down, gives us a scowl while making a whine/yell sound. Sometimes he runs and then does the crouch. Sometimes he doesn't.
When he's listening to music he likes, unlike his siblings who run around the room throwing their arms around and jumping, he likes to stand and shake his head to the beat with his eyes half-closed. Like this is a really really good song and it's almost too painful to bear. He usually has a pained/respectful look on his face.
Writing this I'm realizing that Noah is really hard to describe. I guess he's one of those "you've got to see it to really get it" kinds of kids.
Yemma
A month or so ago Yemma discovered how to take her pants off during her nap. And yes, about a week or so later she discovered she could take her diaper off, too. After catching her twice hanging out in her crib diaper and pantsless, I have decided that the only thing she can take a nap in is her footy pajamas with the zipper and snap. She hasn't figured out snaps yet, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time.
Yemma, we've discovered, is somewhat of a party girl. I'm really not ready for these extroverted, social kids to turn into teenagers.
She loves to sing. She'll "sing" along to songs in the car and I have to admit, it's pretty adorable.
She can say "Noah" pretty well, but for Caleb she says "Cayba". She has quite the vocabulary for a 20 month old who only started learning and hearing English 8 months ago. She's can say a lot of two-word sentences. The most common ones being "Noah did!" "Mom, peease?" "Daddy come!" The other day at the store she said, "Hi. How are you?" to lady at customer service. She is also trying to say a whole lot more and will often "talk" to me in what seems like sentence after sentence. I'm excited and a little scared for when she can actually talk as much as she wants.
She loves shoes. She can already put her shoes on by herself, which is good because by the time I have shoes on the boys she's already put her shoes on and taken them off about three times. It's nice that I don't have to put them on every time she takes them off. Otherwise she'd have one frustrated Mamma.
