Wow! It sure has been a while since I have actually sat down to write an entry. I constantly have ideas for things I want to write down in my head, but the planets rarely align these days to give me the time, energy and brain power to put together a coherent blog entry. Today it is a little like 1950 here in Watertown, living the housewife stereotype to the fullest by popping a pot roast into the crock-pot and setting the timer for seven hours. I am not ashamed to say that I LOVE my crock-pot. So today will just be a brain dump of sorts of all the funny and fantastic things that Buddy and the Goose have been up to these days.
Josh is six months old. He is still a total tank. He is getting his first teeth, he just got over his first ear infection and he has outgrown his infant car seat. He has totally outgrown that newborn stage, it even feels weird to call him an infant, he just seems to big for the term. He's just a big, round, roley-poley baby. He is totally digging eating his solids now and can pack away two jars of baby food like he has never eaten it before. Lucy calls Josh "Buddy" now and has taken her assigned "jobs" as my helper very seriously. Her responsibilities include helping me choose what Buddy will have for dinner, often deliberating with serious thought between sweet potato and pears. She has to help stir the food together with his baby cereal. When Buddy get his bath, Lucy's job is to help wash his hair. When we are out and any other kids get too close she stands guard to make sure that nobody scares him or gets too close. She is also the one who can make Josh laugh the hardest. It is the funniest thing to watch. The first time Michael and I saw it, it was really amazing. We sat and watched this exchange between Josh and Lucy. Lucy flopped herself back on pillows and Josh would do this HUGE belly laugh. The more he laughed, the more she flopped. They were solely looking at each other and the whole interaction had absolutely nothing to do with Mom or Dad. It was amazing and made all the times I felt like one or the other was getting short-changed disappear.
Josh also has been a little snuggly these days. Unlike Lucy who was attached to me for the first six months of her life, Josh prefers his space. He's never been a real snuggle in kind of guy. He likes to drink his bottles laying in his crib, he prefers not to be held. But lately he's cuddled in here and there and been a bit of a snuggle muffin. I can hear his breathing relax and watch his eyes get heavy lidded with comfort. It makes me smile to myself.
Lucy is two-and-a-half. She is so funny these days, she just says things and I have no idea where it came from. Yesterday morning she was washing her hands and started counting in Spanish. "Uno, dos, tres...," she counted to five. I don't really know where she learned it. A couple of weeks ago I taught her how to do a somersault using my yoga mat as a gym mat. I had to demonstrate and I felt real old because it was so painful. Our gymnastic session turned into a pseudo break dancing lesson as well. We blasted the Beastie Boys and I showed Lucy some moves. Scary visual, I know, but thankfully she is too young to be embarrassed by me. She liked the Beastie Boys and now if you ask, "How we gonna kick it?" she replies with gusto, "Root Down," and I am proud. We're a little ghetto-fabulous here these day, making toys out of whatever we can just for kicks. Michael is very good at it. In past weeks he made a zamboni out of an empty diaper box and a side-car for Buzz Bear out of an empty Miller High life twelve pack. He made a house which we call Disney out of a moving box. He later adapted the design to become a rocketship by taping empty soda bottles to it and covering them with tinfoil. I made a space suit to match.
We've been doing a lot of fun things these days, we've made playdough from scratch and we were in a bit of a turkey handprint frenzy around Thanksgiving. I made home-made finger paint the other day and realized that just opening one of the ten bottles we has was just as fun, and a hell of a lot easier. Lucy and I went to see the Toe Jam Puppet Band the other and we're thinking of becoming groupies and touring with them. Lucy had a blast, she shook her little bum and ate up the whole experience. Her favorite books these days are Olivia and The Grinch. When we put Lucy to bed she likes to quote Olivia and says, "You know Mom, you really wear me out but I love you anyways," to which I have to reply, "you know Lucy, you really wear me out, but I love you anyways too." Lucy then says, "ahhhhh," and puts her head on my shoulder for a hug. She really couldn't get any sweeter. There are moments when I could just cry thinking about how much I love her.
Feels good to write all this down. I feel a little guilty that the apartment looks like a tornado went through it, but every now and then you just need to embrace the mess of it all and remember the good stuff. I guess it will be easier to sweep up the playdough and cous cous once it has gotten crusty and dried up, right?
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