Joe and Evie Together at Last
One of my goals this year is to post once a week a picture of Josias and baby Boo. Unfortunately, life can be very hard sometimes and this past weekend instead of taking a picture of my beautiful boy, I was taking care of a sick boy. So, starting a little late, week 1 of 52. (no picture of Boo yet. Boo is very happy staying in mommy right now. đ )
snack time in the kitchen nook
Pregnancy Update: Our little baby a thumb sucker. Boo is healthy and measuring big just like older brother. Josias really liked seeing Boo yesterday! He especially liked it when he heard the heart beat. Later that afternoon, I got Josias to say “hi Boo” and pat my tummy. It was very precious. I can’t wait to see what a wonderful older brother he will be.
I couldn’t resist sharing this picture. Joe took it after Josias’s 2nd hair cut. It is not very accurate of my little boy that gets into a bundle of trouble. Here he is serene and almost angelic. However, that is far from the truth of last week. It started Tuesday with Josias getting into a drawer that is a no-no and throwing an empty glass baby food jar on the tile. It shattered on impact and then my little boy proceeded to get a closer look before getting hijacked by mummy. He spent the next 10 minutes crying in his crib as I cleaned up the dangerous mess. Then Wednesday came and Josias threw his first temper tantrum in a store. I wouldn’t let him walk around playing with all the wonderful glass Christmas ornaments at Michael’s! Imagine that, baby J laying prone on the floor at the check out line wailing. Needless to say I was very embarrassed. Oh, a mummy moment I never wanted to experience, now checked off. To top off the week Thursday morning came. No real words describe well what unfolded. In old jeans and t-shirt I went out back sans Josias to hang clothes to dry. Josias who is obsessed with the great outdoors was not very happy and made a point to wail at the door the entire time it took me to hang the laundry. I came back to come inside and discovered something very horrible. Josias had locked the door!!! I was stuck outside and he inside. The wailing continued as I tried to have Josias recreate moving the lock. To no avail, no cell phone and no house key (as a side I have always thought it unsafe to keep a hide a key). My mind went into solving mode. Surely one of the neighbors I know well were home. Knock, knock, no answer. Oh, great. What to do?!? My son is wailing and destroying the house while I am stuck out here. Calm down… think… There is a truck out front, I heard he works from home sometimes, oh please be the day. I re-met my neighbor Terry at 8:15 am in the morning with a plea to use a phone. He laughed really hard when I told him what happened. Thankful, he has kids (older) and understood. Joe picked up a random phone number and was on his way home to rescue me. When I went to back to the house to wait I found Josias reading on the settee. Having a little boy is exciting! Now I take a key with me whenever I step out of the house. I am guessing we have many more crazy adventures ahead.
The other day as I was resting on the sofa, I heard a strange sound. I looked up to find Josias opening and closing the drawer on my desk. Each time he did, he was placing a card or envelope inside. This is not the first time he has organized/put things away. We have found his plastic bug container full of toys! He also likes to organize the shoes in the bins at the entry way bench.
Last night, Josias stepped up to a big boy bath! I finally got a mat and Joe and I were really excited to see if our little boy would love baths even more with extra room to play in. Josias’s expression says it all. He crawled around, played in all areas and thankfully is still scared of dadda’s nos to not stand up! We also finally learned how to custom set the white balance on our camera. If we hadn’t, the picture above would have looked like this:
Sometimes I have hard days, I feel like my education and smarts are going to waste. I know what I am doing is good, it just is not very rewarding. He calls Joe “dadda”, he cries when Joe leaves, he perks up when Joe calls us on the phone (he knows it is dadda), etc.
See, what a happy face while hanging out with dadda.
âEducated women in the home? What an odd thing to deplore! What better place to have us âend upââŚWhat more important job is there than sharing the values we are learning to cherish with the next generation of adults? What more strategic place could there be for the educated woman?â  ~Edith F. Hunter
I have an army crawler who likes small spaces!
Yes, I am a bad parent sometimes. I let him play with his nail clippers and diaper rash cream. However, I do watch him while he is playing with both.
Oh, my little boy is really hungry for adult food. Just a few months ago, he made choking noises and closed his lips to eat any more tart apple sauce. This of course occurred on Christmas day with both sets of grandparents present. It was embarrassing after we had declared baby J loves all real food. We were so excited to introduce his first fruit on Christmas day!  After that embarrassing seen, we decided to wait until later to re-introduce him to his one food nemesis.  So today, I masked the apple sauce in cinnamon, banana chunks oatmeal. He ate it and I was very, very happy. I took his bib off and began to finish my meal. I was peeling my clementine orange when I noticed baby J starring at me with rapt attention. As I put the first section in my mouth he started crying for his share. As I joke, I gave him some thinking back to how he hated tart apple sauce on Christmas day. This was his reaction on his second or third half section.
I guess he really wants what mummy eats. Our son… Who knew… Bubby like daddy. (Joe loves citris!)
Being a parent is very tiring. Today, I have felt so weak and tired, upset and angry, frustrated and annoyed. Who knew such a small little boy could cause so much raw emotion. Lately, Baby J has been attempting to not sleep very much, meaning less than 10 hours at night and maybe an hour and a half nap in the day. It has caused me to really search for God and patience. Today after waking up at 4:15 am, making him stay in bed until 6, I finally caved and fed him. Joe told me he would stay up with him after that and put Baby J down for a morning nap around 7. He cried/whimpered for almost 2 hours before I gave up resting and started are day together at 8:30.  We took a walk this morning and I took a picture of Baby J in his very annoyed state, trying to remind myself that in a few years I will be able to laugh about his dislike for sleep. So here is crabby boy:
