Friday, June 30, 2006
He's a growing boy. He'd prefer to exist on fruit, yogurt, peanut butter sandwich, and pizza alone. And tacos. But maybe I've forced that on him. I could and sometimes do have tacos for every meal. He is getting to be much more aware and graceful in his eating, though that may be hard to see here. It's still ends as a mess often, okay probably 99% of the time, but he's trying!
The other day when I went into Bowie's room at 6:30am, he immediately said, "I can eat ice cream. It is in the freezer. I can lick it. It is sweet." then beamed an enormous beautiful grin bubbling with a giggle. We almost had ice cream for breakfast.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Bowie took to drawign on himself and his clothes the other afternoon. Thank goodness it's washable! What a cutie he is. I just love seeign where his explorations take him, most of the time. The water exploration when "we" are washigng dishes can test my patience. Time to get him his own washing area set up. The montessori in me is so excited to come out!
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Bowie had more patience for this than I anticipated. Hurray, the world of arts and crafts opens up for us! Still sick. Went to the dog park becasue I simply had to get out of the house. This is the third day at home (except a necessary trip to the market where a clerk said, "Well someone is snotty") and at 10:30 I had been up for 4 hours and my patience was sorely lacking. Although it was drizzling then pouring during the drive, we went with raincoats and a change of clothes because I was deteremined to get Bowie good and tired. It was lovely and sunny there and Bowie and Tuba had a god dip in the river. But no nap for Bowie. I'm whipped.
Poor Bowie has a summer cold. Poor dear. He doesn't seem to feel too bad as far as having energy but boy does he ever break down easily. Like hysterical. And is pushing away Chris a lot, literally. It hurts Chris' feelings, but he knows that Bowie needs what Bowie needs and when he's sick he needs mama all of the time. I am going stir crazy here. So we went out into the muddy muddy yard and filled up the little splashing pool. He sure gets big splashes out of it! In the first photo, Bowie is asking me, "Mama, do you like big splashes? Do you like it?" I told him yes, but not to splash my camera. He is starting to say that certain things are his favorite or that he loves something. So cute. I think it's extra cute that he asks us what we like.
Poor Chris had to work all day Sunday. He and Bowie had a few minutes together reading "Papa" books in the morning. Then Bowie and I drove out to Driftwood to visit my folks. We made strawberry ice cream. YUM! My favorite flavor of homemade. Bowie wanted chocolate so we will be trying to make that soon.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
I love camping. Bowie does too. 100 degrees in the panhandle of Texas without Chris is a bit less than ideal, but we survived and made some good memories. Bowie and I drove up with my sis and her daughter. 12 hours. YIKES! But it was worth it to have my folks with their family, their grandkids especially. We avoied a bit of the heat and sun with a daytrip into Canyon where we went swimming at the 50 year old municipal pool and then visited the Panhandle Plains Museum. Our campsite was visited by wild turkeys and rabbits. Bowie rode his tricycle a lot. He and Honey played a lot of music. It was fun but also really hard; and I sure wish I could know what memories Bowie made.
I sat down thinking that I'd compile a list of things that Bowie has been saying, but it is truly immense. He can talk about nearly anything that he's been introduced to. He identifies many instuments, not just saying drum but accurately naming bass drums, snare drums, floor toms. He knows a triceratops when he sees one, a stegosaurus too. He also will tell you one of the theories of their extinction involving "a big rock go boom... that happens." He rarely talks about my breasties now that he's not nursing. But he does like to pretened that he is a baby dog nursing and that I am a mama dog. He spontaneously does a roll cal of his friends' names a few times a day. He knows our street name! He can say anything, though perhaps only understood by me sometimes. The world is his, he is absorbing it as quickly as I can offer it. It's so exciting!
I am so relieved that Bowie loves his teepee. I honestly was a bit worried that I was forcing something on him, daydreaming for myself. But he really enjoys being in it. He lays there on his back with his right leg bent, ankle resting on his left knee looking up through the top. He thriws the pea gravel Chris laid beneath it. He asks to sleep in it. As soon as it cools down (3 months from now) and the mosquitos slack off a bit, we will and it will be a dream come true for me. I won't deny it. I'm not so unselfish. It's for me, too.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Oh my, he is so so musical! We stayed with Chris' folks when we went to Jack's funeral and Bowie LOVED the piano. He plays like a true precussionist and sings sings with all of his soul. John and Karen are threatening to sell or give the piano away. I wish we cold fit it in our home. I am hoping that after seeing these photos that they will want to hang on to it longer.
My grandmother suffered the loss of her husband last week. Jack had been very sick for over year. This man was a fighter, literally. He was part of the storming of Normandy. He was in the military for 30 years. Those of you that have known me, know that I am not a fan of the military. But I am filled with compassion for what he went through and fear of what he went through. Despite 3 wars, he managed to be a very open, loud, and fun character. My grandmother is so sad. My heart breaks for her. I can't imagine losing your love.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
I know I've written about it before, but rainy days and our adventures out in them are some of my favorites. I can totally remember walking in the gutter just wearing panties, drinking hot rainwater, making boats and rafts from twigs to float in the street. Of course, I'd have a heartattck if Bowie were playing out on our street. Luckily we have a pretty enticing yard of mud.