He does, you know.
He’s a flirt.
He’s a comedian.
He’s a smarty-pants.
He’s a rebel.
He’s a boy of many opinions.
He’s a pouter.
He’s a charmer.
He’s a helper.
He’s an enthusiast.
He’s a picky eater most days.
He’s adventurous on others.
He’s a child of little patience. (Well, aren’t they all?)
He’s a master of persistence.
He’s a quick study.
He’s a giggler extraordinare.
And he’s mine!
I bought a tree for Devin’s room last year. We strung little red lights on it and left it at that since the branches won’t hold many ornaments. It was simple and made him smile.
This year he was excited about the tree again, but he wanted to put ornaments on this time around. I tried to explain to him that we would have a hard time finding some that would work, but we could try. So we were browsing through the holiday decor when we can across a 12-pack of birds with clips, which he really liked. There were other styles that we found, some with trees, some with snowflakes. But he loved the birds. And I thought they had potential.
So we strung the lights on the tree. New multi-colored lights per his request. (We needed a shorter strand anyway.) And then we adorned his tiny conifer with sweet little songbirds. He was thrilled. And that night he said to me, “Momma, I’m glad there are birds on my tree. I like having them in my room. And now I won’t dream about any bears.”
I’ve never in my life made a gingerbread house. Much less a gingerbread train. It always seemed too daunting a task. It actually wasn’t that bad. But who knew that it would only last a microsecond? That kid sure does like his sugar!
I was told in a parent/teacher conference today that my kid is not affectionate.
Seriously. The boy is huggy and kissy and all sorts of sweet. I guess he leads some sort of double life. Cute, squishy boy at home. Mr. Too-Cool-for-School at day care.
I guess I should be happy that it’s not the other way around. A world without Devin smooches? I can’t even imagine!
We were outside in the fall sunshine again today. In celebration of the beautiful weather, yes, but also in celebration of our family.
Four years ago today this little guy flew into our lives.
It’s been a magical time. I love being a mom. I love being his mom. I love him. Oodles. Even when he’s super tired and acting like a maniac as he was today. As I tell him, “I’ll love you always and forever.”
And it’s true.
Gorgeously sunny weekends is just one of them.
Last weekend hit 80 degrees. This weekend was more typical. Long sleeves and a jacket. Perfect romping in the leaves and exploring weather. Scott drove us over to the west coast and we explored Montague and Pentwater. Dev was a bit bummed out that the putt-putt golf place was closed, but he was happy enough hitting the playground, running around and hiking (a very short trail).
What makes me crazy about having a full-time job now is that there is so little time in the evenings to spend with my kiddo. We get home, start dinner, eat dinner, put the dishes away (ha!) and take a bath with barely a few minutes left for playtime. Tonight I made a super-lame dinner (hello, hotdogs!) that was also super fast, then put him in the bathtub for a quickie scrub-down so he could actually spend some time riding his bike. What a concept.
And what a night for walking the dog behind Speed Racer on training wheels!
It’s one of those nights when you know fall is going to make its presence felt soon enough, but summer is still hanging in there. Leaves are scattered about on the sidewalks, but shorts and a t-shirt are proper attire. Some people are mowing their lawns while others have already started decorating for Halloween.
I’m so glad I rushed us through the nightly must-do’s so we could get out there and enjoy it.
My father-in-law was re-admitted to the hospital today. He had a stroke this spring and has been in rehab since his operation. I thought he was improving and it was just a matter of who was going to be able to take care of him once he was released. But now things aren’t looking so good. I truly want Devin to have more time with him. There’s never enough time, though, is there?
…4-year-old with a weapon!
Don’t mind the dirty feet. We were having fun!
This weekend was the fourth summer get-together we’ve had with the families of the two babies who came over on the plane with Devin. Although they’re certainly not babies anymore. Four! They’re four. How did that go so fast?
There was much fun splashing, tubing and chowing down on grilled pizza. (Unless you were Devin and all you decided to eat was chips and candy.) Closed out by a gorgeous sunset that the kiddos were oblivious to as they chased each other ’round and ’round the living room.
We were also invited to an impromptu birthday party by the family across the street. The 8-year-old star of the birthday festivities took a liking to Dev and made him feel comfortable amongst all of the older kids. They found “buried treasure,” played balloon volleyball and chased each other around. After the party, there were also monster-truck races on the sidewalk. It was Devin Heaven!
Don’t let that calm look fool you. He was getting ready to whip one of those bean bags right at me.
There are many illogical things that you have to deal with as a parent. Like a kid who screams and cries that he DOESN’T WANT TO TAKE A BATH, then insists that he doesn’t want to get out of the tub once he’s in it.