Elliott!

OK, so I know that Lucas says some pretty crazy things, but I am sure Elliott is thinking them.  Soon, he'll be able to share all his thrilling insights.  Until then, I'll just have to share my insights about him with you. 

My littlest guy is a dream.  He is enormous, but I just know that his heart is bigger and mushier than his second and third chin combined.  I already hope and dream that his heart is never broken and his grins and coos are never interrupted with even a twinge of sadness.  I was reading a blog today that I really love, and this poem was included in a post, and it really made me think of the miracle of an emerging little person, part of me and Ben, but wholly his own.  Sorry to be so deep, but I am feeling deep today. 

Yours is the only face I recognize.

Bone at my bone, you drink my answers in.   

Six times a day I prize

your need, the animals of your lips, your skin   

growing warm and plump. I see your eyes

lifting their tents. They are blue stones, they begin   

to outgrow their moss. You blink in surprise

and I wonder what you can see, my funny kin,   

as you trouble my silence. I am a shelter of lies.   

Should I learn to speak again, or hopeless in   

such sanity will I touch some face I recognize? 

Almost six months old, and you can already see what kind of little guy he is.  He is patient and takes it all in.  He is rarely bothered by Lucas' near constant hugging and pinching and good-intentioned 'attention'.  He giggles but rarely just throws out major hiccup inducing laughter.  He can just stare at your eyes for ages and is great at reaching and pulling things to himself.  

Especially food.  This past week he has really starting to pack in the food.  As if he needs to gain weight, but whatever.  Lucas and I made applesauce from our freshly picked apples and of course there is always rice cereal.  He likes sweet potatoes and rice crackers too!  I have a feeling I only make large babies.  Really large babies.

Lately, I just can't stand how snuggly and dreamy he is.  I just want to drink that little guy up!

I don't want to ever forget...

watching Lucas with a new book.  He says, "what?!" in the same exact intonation every time you pull a book out of the bag and clenches his fist really high in the air and cheers.  So excited.  Can't wait to read every word, and then closes the book after and says 'I love it mom'.  And then he wants to read it again.  And again.  And again.  And again.  You get it?


I do want to forget his newly found rage against naps.  I swear it takes every ounce of patience out of me.  And then he sleeps for 2.5 hours after waking his brother.  Arg. 

Until next time, I will focus on the positive.

Solids!

Elliott is feelin it. Loves some solid food. And crackers. And anything you dare pass by him. I don't know if I can handle another growth spurt!!!

Tiny Tragedy

Lucas got his finger pinched by a bocci ball and the tip of his finger essentially popped off.  I had to cut the skin flap off.  He was so brave!  I would have been a mess, not as gracious as my guy.  He even told the little boy who did it that he still wanted to be friends.  Waaaaaay nicer than his mom!!  I wanted revenge.

In the car the other day, Lucas tells me:
I don't have any words in my mouth.  Somebody took all my words away and it makes me upset.  Want to share your words with me?
Me:  Of course I do!
Lucas:  Oh, thanks.  That's so nice mom.

WHAT!?!?!

Lucas:
I'm not gonna cry at school.  I'm not gonna get involved with that.

And finally today:
Me:  Oh, honey, looks like you had an accident in your bed.
Lucas:  No, mom.  My penis is just sweaty.

For real?  This kid is too much. 

Apple picking

What a fun day with my guys! More photos to follow, but these are of Lucas REALLY enjoying an apple fresh off the tree.