Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Monday, June 30, 2014
Jones had a big day.
Today was the day that he and I started our Parent & Child Swim Class at the Eastside YMCA in Greenville. I was nervous about how he'd do, to be honest. His first time in Mom and Daddy's pool this summer was not exactly what I'd call pleasant. He got used to it really quickly, but even now, he's good for about 25 minutes of swimming before he wants to sit on the side of the pool or walk around on the deck while the rest of us try to entice him back in to the water.
Today, though, he did great (did you hear that? That was my sigh of relief). There were two other kids, a mom, and a dad in the class, and a teacher who looked to be about Camden's age. Her youth notwithstanding, she had the kids laughing and splashing like they were born swimmers.
One game that they played required they throw a ball in the water and then "swim" to it, powered by their parents' arms. When they'd reach the ball, they'd have to throw it again and, again, swim to it, all the way up and down the swim lane. A variation to this was throwing the ball to the teacher, swimming to her, and then throwing the ball to the parent and swimming back to them. During this game, Jones would make a "tsssssss" sound every time he threw the ball. It's the same sound he makes when he does his fist bump, and it was absolutely adorable.
The last exercise of the thirty-minute class required sitting the kids on the side of the pool and seeing if they'd slide or jump in. Jones had zero trouble with the "slide-in;" we didn't even try the jump, because, true to form, he was beginning to meltdown after 25 minutes in the pool. Maybe we'll try the "jump-in" at our next class.
Or the next.
If I'm feeling brave.
We go back every Monday and Wednesday in July.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Photo book-wise, doing for Freddie as I did for Jones has proven to be far harder than I expected it to be. That's why the first book in the planned three-volume "Freddie's First Year" set wasn't finished until today - two days before he hits the half-year mark.
Anyway, I really have no excuse. I tried to make it easy on myself by using the exact same template that I used for Jones's "Daily Instagrams." That should mean it's as simple as uploading the pictures (which I can do from my phone, which I ALWAYS have on me) and plopping them in the pre-determined, chronologically-organized places.
Still, I can't keep up.
But I'm trying, and I'm glad I am, because strolling through these moments just a few months after they happened has been so much fun as I finished up the book tonite. I can only imagine how fun it'll be to go through them a few YEARS (or DECADES!) after they happen!
Now, I wait for Shutterfly to send an email with "FREE 8X8 PHOTO BOOK" in the subject line.
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Friday, June 27, 2014
He's gotten his first tooth this week; he's starting to laugh, AND he can sit up, though his "sit" quickly becomes a "hunch," as, in the course of a few minutes, he slumps progressively down-down-down until his chest rests on his legs. Oh, and often, there are faceplants. Still, you can't tell me that doesn't count.
He's started on baby food; he really loves it AND chewing on the spoon I feed him with. I give him a fruit at breakfast and a vegetable for dinner. His schedule is set - up around 7 a.m., naps at 9 a.m., 1 p.m., and 5 p.m. (assuming he'll drop his evening "cat nap" soon? Jones never took one, so I'm not sure when he'll give it up), and bed at 7:30. He turns six months on Monday and is the sweetest little love dumpling I can even imagine.
And his eyes.
Through both pregnancies, I prayed that the babies would be born with their daddy's eyes. It occurred to me recently that God answered my prayers both times but in different ways: Jones has the shape of Jeremy's eyes, and Freddie has the color. Isn't that just like God to show me how creative He is? I pray one prayer, and He can answer it in an infinite number of ways.
That made me think even more about artistry of God. Jones and Freddie were drawn from the exact same genetic pool, yet they look nothing alike. God can take the "raw material" - in this case, my DNA and Jeremy's - and make from it an unending number of variations. Had Jeremy and I had a passenger van full of kids, they'd all have been unique, individual creations made from the exact same materials. Like a jazz musician improvising on a theme, God is truly the great Creator, unlimited in both His imagination and His power.
Anyway, I bring up my thoughts on the boys' eyes, because you can't help but notice Freddie's in these pictures I'm posting. We're going to Nashville in early August for Brooke to take some family pictures, and my plan had been that Freddie would wear his dedication outfit. I quickly realized, though, that the outfit may not, shall we say, make it to early August, as my nearly six-month old is very close to outgrowing its six-month size. I took these snapshots in the Pressleys' yard, so I'd at least have some second-rate shots of my sweet baby in an outfit that I totally loved.
Enjoy this beautiful baby ... she said in all modesty.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Jones had eaten a big dinner.
Pizza, fruit, and a glass of milk, he emptied his tray about as quickly as I'd filled it. As a treat, I broke a miniature Hershey Bar into four pieces and left it in front of him. It was gone just as fast as the rest of his dinner.
He then said, "Mama!" and pointed to the pantry (where the candy had come from). I'm really working on "Please" and "Thank you" with him, so I decided I wouldn't give him another piece until he'd at least made an effort to say one of the phrases.
"Say, 'p-p-p-please,'" I said, my face just inches from his. Finally, he did. He got out, "p-p-p-," and I thought it was so adorable that I didn't make him say the "-lease." Sue me.
Seconds later, the second chocolate was gone. When it was, he again said, "MAMA!" pointed at the pantry, and said, this time without prompting, "P-p-p..."
His wish was my command.