Lucas, as we are skipping and hopping down the sidewalk: "We're like fireworks!"
Mommy: "Why are we like fireworks?"
Lucas: "Because we are jumping up and making loud noises."

my big boy

munchkins

i love me some blanket

mondays

Mondays are our house are "Erica day," a very exciting event. Erica comes in the morning and watches the kids until mid-afternoon, ans she sometimes bringing along her lovely dog to grace our home. She (meaning Erica...and I suppose meaning the dog as well) lived with us for a month when she first moved to Seattle when Lucas was the age Wren is now. I like to think they've been tight ever since (Erica and Lucas...and I suppose meaning the dog and Lucas as well). However, Wren is pretty hooked on her now too. She hurries to her to gives her hugs when she arrives. This morning the little bird was sitting on my bed and I said to her, "Guess who is coming today? Erica!" And she quickly hopped off the bed and hurried to the door. Sadly, I'd said this about half an hour before our company had actually arrived so Wren had to hold onto her anticipation a bit longer. But look at that genuine smile in this pic. That's one happy kid.

bunny

life with a 1 and a 2 yr old

Lucas and Wren keep getting bigger.


And sometimes they actually have story time together, though typically Wren is such a ball of energy she's all over the place.

Wren's new fav activity--rocking with no hands. Funny that I got the rocking chair when she was a new born for Lucas to feel like he had a seat of his own when Wren was in her bouncy or swing or whatever. Now she's taken over.
And Lucas now has a tatoo that I believe will never come off his arm. It was a reward for staying dry all day but now the reward just goes on and on and on and on...

first ice cream cones of the new year

We've had some nice springy days lately and we have a new Italian cafe down the hill. All of that adds up to weekend gelato!

My favorite people

Happy Birthday Little Bird!

I can't believe she is one! I'm so proud. I was worried that whatever child followed Lucas just wouldn't be able to match up to the bushels of personality he has, but Wren has no problem whatsoever with this. She's a totally imp, playful and mischievous, and very funny. I love my girl.

from my perspective

people in, time out

seems we've had a ton of people in our home lately, including the amiable and enjoyable Amanda and Daniel.

it is a sad day for the kids when no one drops by our place for a cuppa.

we've also had a ton of time outs and other creative discipline techniques round these parts. i suppose he is two. we still like each other.

hummmmmmus

life in our homestead

Wren is now climbing everything she can (resulting in more than a couple hard knocks to the head. We are keeping a close eye on her these days).

Lucas is thankfully a hard sleeper overnight. This leads to some great bedhead.

And Chloe just wants you all to know that she definately doesn't get her fair share of meat. She still loves us though.

quotable (or not so much but I'll do it anyway)

So, this is a place that I'm keeping a record for myself as well as updating family and any of the rest of you voyeurs. I know, I know, it isn't really voyeurism if I'm asking for it. Blogs are just a whole new thing. And while I'm on the topic, I'm just AMAZED at the blogging communities out there. Mom blogs. Dad blogs. Foodie blogs. News blogs. Knitting blogs (I haven't looked at this, just guessing). I can waste HOURS of my precious evenings jumping from blog to blog to blog.

Anyway, this post isn't suppose to be about how I waste my days but rather about Lucas's growing communication skills. Here's the lovely boy in the flesh. Well, actually it is a virtual photo which let me tell you really doesn't communicate the extent of his charisma.


So, for my own sake, I'd like to record some of what Lucas has wanted to talk about lately.
Today he told me, "My name Asher. Me became Asher." We've been trying to teach him his full name. Today he decided for 2 minutes to go by his middle name. If he wants to down the road, I'm fine with that. I wanted his first name to be Asher anyway. However, after 2 minute of calling him Asher I realized that it is much easier to say Lucas over and over again.

Related to potty training:
"Poo poo come out this hole. Pee pee come out this one." I'm so glad we've got a smart kid who can figure these things out.

Coming into our bedroom in the morning:
"Mommy! Get up! Cuz me awake!"

"Me have some daddy milk?" a request made one night when we told him he was too big for mommy milk. "Me get milk out of your belly?" a request made to Jeff on another night when I reprimanded Wren for attempting to suck milk out of my belly.

"No. Don't do that. That not nice. That not fair." When I take something away from him that he shouldn't be playing with or, as in the case of this morning, when I threw his shirt to him instead of handing it to him. "No throw it. Hand it to me."

And the constant refrain since he learned I can't eat wheat: "you not like wheat mama?" "Dada like wheat?" which then moves onto other food topics "You like chocolate chips mama?" "yeah" "Me like chocolate chips?" "yeah" (the yeahs are Lucas answering his own question). "Towey (Chloe) like chocolate chips?" "yeah" No I don't think Chloe likes chocolate. "Towey like meat!" Yeah, Chloe likes meat. "You like chocolate chips mama?" "Wren like chocolate chips?" And so it goes for hours, and hours...

The other night he was having a great time in the bathtub. I walked into the bathroom (Jeff bathes the kids) and he looked at me and said, "Mommy. Get in bathtub. Take your clothes off!" Which wasn't nearly as bad as the morning when he walked into the bedroom as I was putting my bra on and told me, "No! Take that off. Me wanna see those!" Oh my.

It only gets more elaborate from here, I am sure. Since already we are hearing stories about some orange cow that wanders into his bedroom, spent a month closing his bedroom doors so "no dinosaurs come in," and always have animals outside when we leave the house in the dark (which doesn't seem to bother him but disturbs me everytime he says it).

potty training

I swear we've been stepping toward potty training with Lucas for a year now. One day it will all click. For now I'll have to console myself with cute photos.



On a totally different note, here's another great Christmas photo. We had friends over on Christmas Eve, including Sylas's dad Phil and brother Judah who's just about Wren's size.