February 15, 2008

• I’ve not been able to post here in a couple months. I’ve missed it. My kids do the funniest things constantly. I want to capture them in pictures and pen, but my free minutes are few and far between, and I usually save them for hugs.

  Anna Kathryn sings all over the house. I try to put her songs in my memory for later when she’s going through growing pains and telling me I’m so not cool. They make me smile–if she doesn’t remember the words, she makes them up and keeps on singin’. She prays, too. At dinner time, she will pray without ceasing–until Mommy reminds her to thank Him for the food, too. Every time she ends every prayer, she asks God to take care of Uncle Matt in Afghanistan. I have a little video clip Joelle took while she was here–she turned it sideways, so it views oddly, but still very cute.

  William and Stephen are so very different. I love how loving them is accepted by them in totally different personal ways.

  

  Stephen is a total lover. He preens like a cat if you scratch the curls at the back of his head. Sitting on the floor in our playroom, he’s in his own little world, bouncing, wiggling, making funny faces, and then laughing delightedly at the funny joke he just thought of. He has come up with a new laugh. It’s gone from sweet baby laugh to this gutteral giggle that kills me. I wonder how long he’ll decide to keep that up. Recently, we came home late from somewhere and the boys were half asleep. I was in the kitchen getting milk ready quickly so as to further chase them on to dreamland. I heard giggles in the room, and was sure they were getting overstimulated. Here’s what John was doing with them (listen for mean Mommy at the end):

  William is a smart little guy, but a tough sell. If you play peak-a-boo with him, he’ll look at you with a sideways grin that he’s trying to take back. You feel like he knows so much more than anyone in the world. Totally too cool for child’s play. But then you reach out and tickle his tummy and he just can’t hold it in any longer. He laughs like a big boy, plays with the big boys (when he can get around his cousins), and thinks he’s a big boy. Don’t try to convince him otherwise. You think he’s Mr. Independent, and then–surprise–he’ll lay his head on your shoulder for a long squeeze. He loves hats, cell phones, and any adult items, like Wii-motes or game controllers. He loves to watch the washing machine. He loves to figure things out.

  Here, William has found the can of Gerber snacks and thinks he’s getting away with something:

  

  This one’s a few months old, but very indicative of the boys’ personalities. William (in navy blue) very intent; Stephen just hangin’ out waiting for the fun to begin.

    

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