Had a few pictures to share and a few little updates for which I have no pictures.
First, Grace! Grace is 3 months now and doing well. Of course, I am always ready for everyone to sleep more, but I think she’s doing just fine. She does pretty well with tummy time and even started rolling herself over a few weeks ago, but then did not repeat for at least a week, and now she’ll do it several times in a row, maybe every other day. She’s also been toying with laughing, and I think just getting the hang of it the past day or two. She also genuinely enjoys looking at our impressionistic mediterranean-style paintings while she’s awake, ha ha, as well as the given baby pleasers: ceiling fans and light sources and fixtures. Sometimes she stares so intently at a light fixture or ceiling fan, I think that she is trying to figure out why sometimes they are on and sometimes not, and wonders what controls them. (Spoiler alert in this video title lol)
Cody update: my goodness, so much. Most of the time I feel like he is turning into such a little pistol, but he also does and says so many incredible things. We’ll go ahead and focus on the neat things. I’ve heard this is typical of little boys, but Cody gets into phases with such intensity! Whether it’s a certain book, song, game, etc.: he wants to experience it over and over and talk about it all day! I think this phase is winding down, but in the late summer he became fixated with patriotic songs, namely “You’re a Grand Ole Flag”, “The Star-Spangled Banner”, and “The Air Force Song”, where he’d ask us to sing them over and over, and he still sings them occasionally and marches around the yard pretending a fallen branch with leaves is a flag. You should’ve seen how much trouble I was in when I irreverently tossed one of these “flags” into the yard waste bin. Right now the major obsession is “Peter and the Wolf”, which Caleb and I both listened to growing up, and I was reminded of it when a friend recently mentioned playing it for her kids. I thought that would be a great way to keep him out of my hair for 30 minutes, but at first he wasn’t really into it. My parents sent us their copy of the book that goes along with story, and now Cody asks to hear “Peter and the Wolf” at least once a day, loves looking through the book and asking about the different instruments and animals, acting out the story, alternating being Peter with his blanket as the rope or being the wolf, coming out of the forest. He also does a MEAN impression of Grandfather saying “and what if a wolf had come out of the forest? What. would. you. do!?” I wish I could get it on video. The other current fixation is time. Cody is very interested in looking at our digital and analog clocks (at least one in every room per my preference, ha ha) and asking what time it is and updating us on the progress of the second hand and asking what each time “means”, i.e.:
“What time is it?”
“What does 8:05 mean?”
“It means put on shoes and get ready to go to preschool time”
All day. Every day. He’s getting pretty good at reading numbers off digital clocks, but is still grappling with the complex concepts of the three different hands and how the numbers mean different things if it’s the hour hand or minute hand pointing at them. I remember struggling with all that at a much older age!
And of course there’s the long-standing obsession with all things flight. Flying his little planes around, pretending our couch is a T-6, pretending our car is a T-1 (we “strap in”, “push back”(back out the driveway) “taxi”(drive down our street) and “take off”(drive down a bigger street). I couldn’t begin to catalog all the questions I field about aircraft: how fast they go, how many engines and what kind, why does it have x many vertical stabilizers, who do we know who flies it and on and on, day after day. To say the boy’s got an inquisitive mind is an understatement. I realize posts like these make our life sound so charming, but I assure you, they are also laden with many frustrations, tantrums, fussing, exasperation, strong wills, and straight up defiance.
Oh, and a word about Halloween. Neither Caleb nor I have ever cared much about Halloween, but on the day this year, it occurred to me we have possibly underplayed the fun of it, as I got a bewildered Grace and non-plussed Cody into their costumes and was met with reluctance and pouting from our elder child. “You understand you’re going trick-or-treating, right? You understand you’re going to be given candy for free? And you understand Mommy and Daddy will let you eat some tonight, right?” “Yeah…” As far as I can guess, he was a) tired from not napping for many days in a row, b) not wanting to speak to strangers and say “trick-or-treat” c) freezing (it was really quite cold out!) or d) all of the above. We took a couple pictures and hit about half a dozen houses on our street and called it a night! Well, we passed out candy until Cody’s bedtime. Adding to our lack of Halloween enthusiasm, we figured the most creative, or perhaps only creative costume we saw was a group of teens or preteens dressed as rock, paper, scissors. I didn’t even actually see them: Caleb answered the door and I was doing something else.