Poor poor blog
I've let my poor poor blog, and the three people reading it, languish for far too long. Maybe its because the weather has turned hot and lazy, sort of like me, and it seems that we go day in and day out with no new news. The boys' interesting milestones are becoming fewer and farther between, and for the past six months now my days have been a blur of preparing food, followed by cleaning up the food, followed by slumping into my recliner with a knitting project and a giant sigh of relief for having made it through another day. I sound like I'm 80 years old. Some days I feel 80 years old. Poor boys, for having such an unmotivated mother! I'm sorry little guys, that I'm not out changing the world for the better, or thinking up brilliantly entertaining toddler activities.
But my boys have not remained unchanged in all this time. It has just become more gradual, and I am failing to document all the bits and pieces of change. Somewhere along the way, my little babies have become little boys. I look at them and wonder where all the hair on their heads came from, and when the cheeks on their faces finally became narrower than the cheeks on their butts. I'm wondering when they let go of the furniture to walk, and when they stopped tripping over their own feet.
We are going to see Grandmas and Grandpas for the Fourth of July weekend, and I'm so excited to share my little guys with them. We haven't seen the grandparents since April, which doesn't seem so long ago when you are all grown up, but leave a toddler for three months before you get back to him, and you will be meeting an all new person. Words are slowly starting to spill out of my children, though still not as many as they should be saying. Grayson is becoming a regular parrot, ready to repeat anything I say, though he's still not using most of his vocabulary in any constructive way. Ben is still talented in repeating my tone, though not my exact words. I got him to sing some baby blues with me yesterday, which makes me laugh even now when I think about it...you know: da NA na na NA, got me a dirty bumb...da NA na na NA, and I stink like my poo....da NA na na NA I'd learn to go in the toilet....but I'm not yet even two!!!! I got me the stinky butt...stinky butt... stinky butt blues! I can't remember the words I made up, but I did get him singing along to the da NA na na NA parts which was really cute.
We had some friends to visit this weekend, and they noticed right off that Ben has an incredible basketball shot, with absolutely no training whatsoever. It rocked that someone besides me noticed that about him. I already knew he had a great arm, but someone who may actually know something about sports was impressed. They were also impressed by what great kids they are. And they are great kids! They are both friendly and excited to meet people. I haven't pressed too much of the whole stranger danger business on them yet, and they love to meet people and make friends, though they definitely look to Amy and I to help them decide which people are ok to talk to. Anyone who will help them build megablock towers is automatically cool, and I totally agree. Grayson is still my explorer and fiddler. He wants to know how stuff works. I can forsee him being the child who will take apart all of our electronics on his quest for knowledge. Ben will be standing by telling him he's gonna get in trouble.
They are both too cute for words, and exasperating nearly-two-year-olds. They keep me on my toes, and make me look at the world in entirely new ways. They remind me that losing my patience never solves the problem, and that sometimes, when you don't have to be in a hurry, it's best not to rush things. They are awesome little boys, and I can't wait to see what's next!