Upon sharing this blog with a friend earlier today, I realized how long it's been since I've posted. My bad... again.
Gavin:
The sweetest little boy you'll ever meet. I don't know how many times a day I tell him that he's so stinking cute. Because he is. Really. His face gets me every time and I simply cannot resist a snuggle with his head resting on my shoulder/chest. This is his move of choice these days. If he doesn't want to me to leave, he sneaks that move in on the last quick hug.
At bedtime (probably my favorite time with him) it's all snuggles, complete with his arms wrapped around my neck and his little voice prompting me to sing. He loves anything I sing to him, but specifically requests "ba, ba, ba, ba" (Baa, Baa Black Sheep) or "up, up, up" (Twinkle Twinkle Little Star). He pauses the snuggle in the middle of "Jesus Loves Me" to show his muscles after "They are weak but He is strong." Then it's all "nah-night" when he's ready. He sleeps with his little blue doggie/blankie thing and his special Lambie. I put him down and pull up his blanket as I tell him I love him, to which he always responds in a shout his own special version of "I love you."
Gavin is a little man of few words. A lot of talking, but few real words. I'm figuring out some of his code words, but he's certainly not working on sentences like Molli was at this age. The boy still loves his food and is a pretty serious eater. He's a pretty serious runner too. Not so much marathon running, but he moves like he means business much of the time. He prefers to run from one place to another (must run in the family) and he ducks his head and really pumps his right arm. It must help, I suppose.
He loves blankets and playing with his sister, especially when the two come together. Outside is his favorite place to be. He has a snowsuit and he will put it on the floor and sprawl on top of it, waiting for me to put his limbs in place and zip it up. Before this weird January faux-spring, we'd all go for walks pretty much daily and it was a time we all looked forward to. Although, "walk" is probably not the word for it. Gavin and Molli spend most of that time in the sled, so I guess they go for a ride while I go for a walk. Either way, outside = good. Now everything is gross outside so we haven't been much.
Molli:
Spitfire. She keeps me on my toes, that's for sure. I never really know what to expect from her. She's a smart cookie with a mind of her own. She started preschool a couple weeks ago and although I don't get a lot of information about what happens between 8:30-12 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, the little bits I do gather make me raise my eyebrows.
I picked her up one day last week and was a bit upset to see that she had colored all over the knees of her adorable burgundy skinny jeans. Although it was in marker, it was just yellow and washable so it wasn't a big deal, really. We talked about how to use markers appropriately and at the end of the conversation she knew that makers are only for paper. Fast forward a few hours and I'm getting her clothes off for her bath and I see that her entire stomach was colored in with that same yellow marker. I'm not just talking about a couple yellow stripes, I mean her whole stomach, from the top of her pants up through the ribs, colored in solid. I looked at her and asked her to explain that to me. Her explanation was simply that her tummy is now yellow. I asked if her teacher saw this (also confused that a child could color THAT much skin with her shirt up and go unnoticed) to which she put on her best teacher voice and mimicked, "we're not coloring on our tummies right now, Molli."
(Apparently she's learning at school and bringing it home)
Yesterday she went to school and had a really cute Matilda Jane jumper dress on. That afternoon she napped in jammies and she asked for help putting the dress back on and said "yeah, my teacher said it's a hard dress to put on me!" Now, she's right, it is a little hard, but why was her teacher putting her dress on her? I asked and as always, the answer made perfect sense to her. "I got sweaty during show and tell so I took off my dress." Ugh... I guess I have never specifically told her that she has to leave her clothes on at school, or anywhere for that matter.
(This is the dress)
My world <3
