This old thing?
Soren says, “Bess you!” When you sneeze. Or when he sneezes. Any kind of sneezes, doesn’t matter who.
Soren tries to write his name, and he can kind of write S. Sometimes. He definitely recognizes his name, which is cute, “SEREN!”
He loves to hug and kiss his friends, particularly the girls. I figure I’ll worry about this being his favorite hobby in, oh, ten more years or so. For now? Totally adorable.
Dancing is his other favorite hobby, because he’s trying to be a well-rounded person. He also enjoys singing along with songs, which means a second after each word because he forgets the words.
This summer has served to remind me that I do not enjoy staying home full time with my Soren. I love Soren so, so much, but I love when he spends two or three days a week with grandma even more. And then I can really appreciate him on those other four or five days. By the end of the school year (where I was working 4 days a week plus extra hours on nights and weekends), I was fantasizing about never working again, but I think that I have realized that I am maximally patient if I get little breaks. I have a higher-than-average need for alone time, so I think this may factor into my love for my job? I really, really love my non-Soren job. And I think I’m better at being Soren’s mama when I get that outlet? Yes. Enough reiteration. Love Soren, love jobby-job. We can all work it out in therapy later.
I planted sugar snap peas along the front fence by my rosebushes, BUT I also planted in some sweet peas and FORGOT ABOUT THEM. What a delightful surprise! Tasty snap peas AND lovely colorful flowers that smell like heaven. Bonus fact: Soren will eat an indefinite quantity of snap peas if they have been freshly pulled off a vine but zero snap peas in any other situation.
My raspberry plants kicked serious bottom this summer. Mmm. My strawberries tried, but the slugs got most of them first, the bastards. I found an organic slug bait at the end of the strawberry season, so I’ll win this battle next summer. My garden continues to be otherwise completely inadequate due to insufficient light and really horrible soil (clay AND a million rocks). Bam. Pots on the driveway are where it’s AT.
We’re going to go for a walk! A family walk!
We bought a new bike trailer this summer and it has revolutionized our lives. Who knew that such a simple contraption could bring so much joy to one little family? So much.
Due to SO MANY VACATIONS, potty training is off the burner. It’s out of the kitchen, even, and sitting by the curb. In its place? A lot of BumGenius diapers. Mmm, simplicity. We’ll go for it again in a “few weeks” when “life” “calms down” a “little”. Whatever, I don’t even care.
Also on the agenda, weaning. I decided a month or so ago that I was suddenly SO SICK of nursing, so I cut him back to before nap and bedtime ONLY and if you miss it, it’s gone. Soren took it pretty well. With this structure in place, my sudden (but so vehement!) distaste for nursing turned back into “aw, special time with my sweet little baby!” But now, we’re all done for real, I think. Aw, I might go cry now. Next topic!
Soren is chanting “elephant!” over and over after seeing one on Louis’ computer.
There might be a dance party happening Right. This. Minute.
I’m trying to stop swearing around Soren, who repeats every word he hears. In context. Just go ahead and pretend that he says “oh, shoot!” when he drops that paci. It’s better that way. I’m actually trying to stop swearing all the way. So many good words, though, you know? Aw. All grown up now.
Now Soren is petting the elephant on Lou’s computer screen.
My parents taught him to count to five, and then he just magically kept going up to ten. It usually goes something more along the lines of “One, two, fivesixseveneigh, ten, YAY!” Huh.
Ok, that family walk is actually happening. You’re just going to have to go ahead and be content with this.