Posts Tagged: david
Explosions
These are exciting time in David’s development. He’s finding more courage, that initially stems from curiousity, and he’s acting on it. He’s climbing, jumping, running, going non-stop. He’s all go and he’s got no time to even stop. This is apparent in the recent hiccup in his napping. He’s willing to relax. For TEN minutes. This is the part of a two year old’s development that I could leave. Everything else, though? Totally makes up for it.
For example: On Monday night the kids had soccer practice. While Olivia was at hers the boys and I set off for the park. The weather was nice and the boys (read: Davey) needed to get his mind off of falling asleep in the stroller. I had my camera with me and was stalking the boys around the park.
“Where’s Davey?” I called out.
“Uhhhhhh, he’s sitting on that ladder thing down there,” Mikey said as he waited at the top to intercept the slide-addicted toddler.
“Oh how cute. What a big boy!” I gushed.
And then he started to climb said ladder. Me? I kept snapping.
“Uhhhhh, Mama. Your son! Your son, Mama! YOUR. SON,” he advised rather worriedly.
“Take a chill-pill, *Dedo,” I soothed the nervous eldest son.
Of course, I swung the camera around to my backside (you know, like the pro that I am) and helped Davey cross over to the equipment that leads to the slide. I simply marveled at the initiative that he had taken to climb up. He wasn’t worried nor was he scared. He was just full of ambition and guts.
This is how I wish we all were more. No worries, no fear…only drive and total bravery!
Back to the nap thing:
Earlier today I tweeted asking moms when their toddlers gave up their naps. I got some great responses and pretty much decided that if it wasn’t a phase that I’d just do an hour-or-so of quiet time. Quiet time in his bed, singing, counting, talking about stuff, reading, that kind of thing.
So, after his refusal to nap today, I brought him back downstairs. He played for a bit and then he wanted “cullies” so I put him in his high chair.
He sat and colored for a few minutes and slowly… slowly… slowly… slowly… slowly… ever so sssssllllloooowwwwlllyyyy…..
Nap!
*Dedo: My dad is crazy nervous when the kids are doing anything that can be remotely dangerous.
Basking in the Son
I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.
—C.S. Lewis
“Hi Mama!”
Curiosity is the very basis of education and if you tell me that curiosity killed the cat, I say only the cat died nobly.
—Arnold Edinborough
To Have a Friend, Be a Friend
Today was Orthodox Christmas and we got together for a nice lunch with friends that we have not seen in a while. It was so good to be able to see my friend and her children, and I really hope that we can get in sync with get-togethers. Our kids are relatively close-in-age and hers are home schooled, as well. We fit together nicely; our kids listen to The Charlie Daniels Band and Guns and Roses and she lets her girls wear make-up. It’s perfect, really! What’s even better is that in 2004, when we first moved to GA, she was the first person I had met. She led a mom’s group and I’ll never forget the first time we met at the park. It makes me happy that we’ve been able to continue a friendship despite not seeing each other all that much.
Early this evening the kids and I went to the grocery store to get some milk, eggs, and cereal. As I turned out of the neighborhood I thought to myself how I really have held myself back from making friends in this town. I had mentioned it, at lunch, and it really started to nag on me. What am I so afraid of? Why am I not taking the initiatives that I know I should and CAN take? What’s the deal, yo?
With one left turn it dawned on me. I am afraid of something. I am protecting myself from losing. I am afraid of loving and losing. We’ve moved, friends have moved and I’ve ultimately lost friends. That’s what’s keeping me sedated. I’m just not allowing myself to make friends for this fear of making them and then losing them. It’s easier to be friends with Shannon in Vancouver or Lotus in Tennessee or Angie in Florida or Holly in Texas or Victoria in California or Jeanette in South Africa or you, or her, or him, or them. I know that I won’t ever miss them as I “see” them daily. I am safe and I won’t lose them. We all drink coffee, cry over spilled milk, dream dreams about dreams, eat lunch, commiserate, and so much more at their blog homes or places like Twitter and Facebook.
So– in honor of getting out with my friend Shelly today I am going to try a lot harder to meet new people as well as cultivate the friendships I already have here. I’m going to make the call for a play-date with a buddy of Mikey’s (whose mom I saw at the Post Office before Christmas and told I would be in touch anyway.) I’m going to ask my other friend and her five adorable girls to come over for lunch. I’m going to go out on a limb, even if it means I might get hurt. Because chances are that I will fall, but I’ll also have some people that I trust who will catch me.
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Day 7:
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
—Anais Nin
24 Months
Dear Davey,
Today you turned two. You have been with us for twenty-four months now and what a blessing this time has been. It’s hard to think back to a time before you, because you have enriched our lives so much. Every single member of this family is better because of you. Down to the dogs. We have all been blessed.
You are extremely precocious for your age. You know every letter of the alphabet. You love to talk about shapes. You are constantly flipping through a book. You know what sounds animals make. You still love anything that moves, like planes, trains, and automobiles. It’s all so adorable and I really don’t remember any of “The Bigs” being this smart at this age. Although, I think that’s because I’m quite forgetful now; thank God for this blog.
The most adorable thing to me, lately, is your “love songs”.
I say, “sing me the Papa song.”
You sweetly reply, “Papa. Papa. I love you. I love you. I love Papa. I love Papa. Yes I do!”
Justly we have Papa to thank for this song. He sang it to you for so long that it has become your signature. Now we can ask you to sing any song and you do it. I’m partial to the Mama Song. Please don’t stop singing these, your love songs, they are so very you.
That being said . . . .
You are becoming such a little boy. You are amazing. You are a bright ray. You shine ever so intensely. You are incredible. You are two. And WE love YOU!
