Do I sound old? (well, I AM almost 33, which used to seem ancient...)
I think Someone has been sneaking a few hours out of the day because I look at my watch at 9:36 a.m. and then I look again only 30 minutes later and somehow it says 4:45 p.m! Every day! Come to think of it, I am pretty sure that Someone is sneaking a few hours from the night, too. That might explain the zombie eyes I wake up with.
Right, back to the kids.
Roscoe is taking a swimming class with Ray this summer. He has no fear (typical Rocs) and happily jumps off the side of the pool (in the general direction of Ray). He puts his face in and blows bubbles. He also (very enthusiastically) splashes anyone and everything near him.
Luka is sprouting teeth like a pro. Two down (bottom) and another one coming (top). She is less vocal about the teething pain than Roscoe was (Roscoe was inconsolable - even with painkillers - and woke every hour of the night for months). Luka is definitely harder to settle these days than normal and doesn't sleep as well either. She has, in fact, taken to waking for the day around 4 a.m. and talking (loudly) to herself while she rolls and kicks and scratches and pinches. Sometimes I can settle her down enough to fall asleep around 6 a.m. Just in time for Ray and I to get up and get ready for work. SIGH.
I could say we are potty training Roscoe, but the truth is that Roscoe is kind of potty training himself. The books all say to wait for things like that until the baby is 6 months old because otherwise the older sibling can rebel against the "growing up" and regress. Since we already did the Big Boy Bed transition (which, to be honest, is still a battle) I wasn't in a hurry to start potty training, too. But, Roscoe has started taking off his pants and diaper himself and going on his potty, so I guess that means he is ready... He is doing pretty well so far, but this stage is hard. He alerts us quite often that he needs to go - in the middle of his dance class, in the middle of Trader Joe's, 26 times when he is supposed to be going to sleep - but about half of the time he then just sits on the potty and hangs out. One time he even leaned over and did a somersault off of the potty (leave it to Roscoe to make going pee an acrobatic adventure!). Overall, though, he is doing a great job and making his Mama pretty proud of the big boy he is becoming.
Speaking of big boy, he is still cracking me up with the stuff he says. He came up to Ray and I the other day and asked us, "What you guys doing?" I just can't get over hearing things like that come out of my baby's mouth. The other day I was (at his request) making him a "superhero" (i.e. cape) out of a bath towel. I found a safety pin to secure the front and he cautioned me, "try be careful, Mom" and then when I successfully made the cape without injury he clapped furiously and exclaimed, "good job listening to me!" Oh, Roscoe, sweet boy.
His Daddy's Boy, that is for certain:
Jordan and Roscoe's first concert together (the twins were wearing Thing 1 and Thing 2 hoodies hehe):
He read my mind! (only kidding):
Taking Little Sis for a ride on his tricycle:
Luka looking festive in the outfit Nani got her:
Saturday morning Sprout:
This girl loves the swing:
Even though the swing has never been Roscoe's favorite, he is not one to be left out:
Pigtails in the park:
Still loves marching bands and loves a homemade drum:
My how things have changed (and yet they haven't...):
Our tumbler:
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