I Heard Said the Bird

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

The First Build

Augustine completed his first IKEA build. 'Twas a beauty. He did a fantastic job! He really likes that the tool you need comes with the project.

I bought the $4 spice rack, painted it to math my walls, flipped it upside down and made a tiny Norwex station for my supplies. I really like it and how well it functions.

My mom did it again. She made a beautiful stocking for my baby. I just love how full our mantle is this year. Five stockings. The other day Augustine informed me, with no other conversation before his comment,

"Mom! If we just scoot these two stockings over we could get at least two more to fit. I think we can have 5 or 6 kids in our family!"

Perhaps that's a simpler way to discern family size: how many stockings can your mantle hold?

I know what you're thinking.

Is this an announcement?!?!

Nope.

Or maybe you're thinking:

Really?! How many photos of your baby in the exact same pose do you need to post? They're all the same.

Well, maybe to you. But to me there's something different about each one so I can't choose just one to share. And those little differences can be so fleeting because it's babyhood, and before I know it I'll catch myself thinking

He doesn't do that anymore.

The double fist. The cheeks as big as apples. The I-have-no-idea-what's-going-on-here-but-I'm-laid-back-so-whatever look.

The button nose with half a smile under it.

The "Oh! You're here and you're my favorite person!" look.

Then the "Wait a minute. How long have I been sitting still?! Way too long...probably 15 seconds. I'd better move around. " look.

The fingers. His are often at the weirdest angles. I find myself checking them often to see if they are ok/normal.

Next year at Christmas he will be 20 months and these photos of him will look oh-so-small. Better enjoy the babyhood this year!

Monday, December 5, 2016

When, Part 2

When your mom is desperate for you to be occupied.

When you visit Daddy at work and bring dinner because he's working straight through until late.

When you're just so. darn. cute. And in your matching Christmas pjs too.

When you print, stuff, label, stamp, and seal 250 Christmas letters to your closest family, friends, and mission partners.

WHEN IT FINALLY SNOWS!!!!!!!

When you actually find something to do, without arguing or breaking stuff, and your mom takes a photo to remember that it does happen once in a blue moon.

When you make cookies all by yourself (except for using the oven)!!!!!!!!

When you offer to "help" mom by feeding the baby oatmeal, and mom is quite impressed by how well it goes, so it becomes a morning routine.

When Daddy thinks all the worms have died in the farm but Mommy disagrees, so you get to spill out the contents and play with your LIVE worms. (Just sayin'.)