So here I am again, more for posterity's sake than actually having a clear idea I want to communicate. As I sit and post this, Adon is busily unloading the dishwasher, which he considers a veritable smorgasbord of entertainment, as did his sister Ryah before him, as did her sister Allie before her. I pretty much let him do whatever he wants with it, since it keeps him happy, which is harder with him than it was with either of his two immediate predecessors. Don't worry, I remove the knives first at least. Oh wait, give me a minute...
Yikes.
I want my people to know how much I really liked them when they ever read this, bc sometimes I struggle with feeling like I don't let them know that like they should. Kind of one of the places the name of the blog came from. In my mind, my children are the most delightful things, but in reality, sometimes they are difficult (as any child is occassionally), and I can let that be what I communicate to them. Kharis is the most creative, resourceful thing, and regularly makes elaborate projects out of the things in my recycle bin. Just yesterday I found like a little tomato container type thing on her bed. It was labeled "Coconut's Dream House" (Coconut is her American Girl doll dog) on the side in frilly writing and then inside it had a little bone she had made in it and a blanket (made out of papertowels) and one other thing I can't remember now. She hadn't even shown it to me, it was something she just did on her own. The more of a "project" something artsy is the more into it Kharis will be (she got that from me huh honey?;)) It is exactly the opposite for Allie. The longer something is likely to take the less interested she is. She does like art though, just centering around butterflies and princesses:)
Over the holiday Ryah Layne took to calling me very adamantly "MOM-MY GREEAR!" It really is the funniest thing, though it does seem vaguely disrespectful, and I try really hard not to let her see me laugh about it, but I could not figure out where it had come from. Then, it hit me. She was saying it one day when I wasn't paying her enough attention, and I heard it: the exact same intonation with which I say "AL-LIE GREEAR!" and "RY-AH GREEAR!" and every once in a while "KHA-RIS GREEAR!" Can you hear it in your head? She was imitating me when I about to come down on them-ha!! How creative is that?!
Adon played actual peek-a-boo with me the other day, and again today. As in he put the blanket over his own face, and then jerked it away, and put it back again, all by himself. It was so cute I could hardly stand it. And he thought he was awesome, cackling up a storm. He likes to do sort of a peek a boo with reflections too, and that deep sort of "heh heh heh" he has makes me laugh every time. He loves for his sister Ryah to play a version of peek a boo with the hole in the back of his high chair too, and man can they get loud shrieking with joy over that game. In other news, if left unattended for any amount of time, he will either cry or make a beeline for the toilet. I am not sure which is worse. I can distract him well with the pantry though. If the door is left cracked just a hair, he feels like he is discovering some hidden cave and LOVES to go in and play with whatever he can drum up in there.
I guess that's all for today. I have more I could record, but I need to get some things done that I have been putting off (receipts!). So see you back here when I can!
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