I've officially missed my first week of writing. As I sit here at the computer eating dinner (an open faced peanut butter, honey and banana sandwich - healthy, right?) and mourning the passage of my early bedtime, which came and went an hour ago, there are two million things running through my mind . . .
What do I name this week - seven or eight?? I missed week seven, so this is week eight . . . isn't it??
I hope my fingers don't make the keyboard too sticky - the Lucky Charms keyboard incident is all too fresh in my mind. And how many precious and wonderful things has Joshua done that I've already forgotten in the last two weeks? I hope I can remember it all.
So we were out of town last week when I was supposed to be posting another journal entry, and that's my only excuse. I had grand illusions of writing in the car on the way home . . . which were dashed by my maniacal little son (but I'll get to that later), and then it really did take me a couple of days to recuperate from our adventures. And get caught up on laundry, too.
The first thing I'll say is this - we had a wonderful time. We went to Southern California for Tim to be in the wedding of a friend from high school. He got to relive the "glory days," and Joshua and I got a change of scenery. All in all it was great. I've never in my life seen a more beautiful wedding - this one topped any movie I've ever seen, even. Horse-drawn carriages, lighted gazebos, a serene pond and rolling green hills overlooking it all. I can't do justice to it with words. What an experience, and Joshua passed it up to crawl around in the background, eating pieces of leaf, bark and any stray ants that he found.
The rest of the trip was . . . an experience. My advice to anyone with small children - travel before they're crawling, and travel after they're walking. But whatever you do, NEVER take a long car trip with a crawling infant! The reason I say this is that there were very little options for Joshua as a crawling baby. Either he was 1) strapped - or should I say jailed - in his car seat; thus any writing I might have accomplished was out of the question since I had to ride most of the way looking backward. Or he was 2) crawling on the most filthy restaurant floors I've ever seen. My horror at his completely black knees, feet and hands was only slightly dimmed by the fact that he was actually getting to move, and if we were to attempt any longer in the car, he'd better move around all he can . . . even if it was on the dingy, dirty floors of the only Burger King I've ever been to without a play area. Also, just a side note - you only think that hotel room floors are clean. Each day this theory was shot out of the water by our creeping, crawling boy and his blackened body parts.
On to more positive things, though. How about Joshua's newfound love of birds? The way he says "Dee, dee, dee" and bobs his little fist up and down, trying valiantly to imitate our "bird" sign. Or how he can sign "cheese," and constantly asks for it during and between meals? Cottage cheese . . . string cheese . . . macaroni and cheese . . . doesn't matter to him, as long as it's a little cheesy! Or maybe how he loves to give us hugs now, but he's forgotten how to give kisses in the wake of this? Or possibly just how I am constantly amazed by his little self, learning things every day, and mostly just being the best little boy we could ever have asked for? I think that's what I always want to write about, and that's okay with me. Because maybe when my loving baby is a teenager I'll need to look back and remember the unabashed exuberance, the grins that light up his face, and the hugs like I've never had before, and then I'll remember what it's all about.
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What do I name this week - seven or eight?? I missed week seven, so this is week eight . . . isn't it??
I hope my fingers don't make the keyboard too sticky - the Lucky Charms keyboard incident is all too fresh in my mind. And how many precious and wonderful things has Joshua done that I've already forgotten in the last two weeks? I hope I can remember it all.
So we were out of town last week when I was supposed to be posting another journal entry, and that's my only excuse. I had grand illusions of writing in the car on the way home . . . which were dashed by my maniacal little son (but I'll get to that later), and then it really did take me a couple of days to recuperate from our adventures. And get caught up on laundry, too.
The first thing I'll say is this - we had a wonderful time. We went to Southern California for Tim to be in the wedding of a friend from high school. He got to relive the "glory days," and Joshua and I got a change of scenery. All in all it was great. I've never in my life seen a more beautiful wedding - this one topped any movie I've ever seen, even. Horse-drawn carriages, lighted gazebos, a serene pond and rolling green hills overlooking it all. I can't do justice to it with words. What an experience, and Joshua passed it up to crawl around in the background, eating pieces of leaf, bark and any stray ants that he found.
The rest of the trip was . . . an experience. My advice to anyone with small children - travel before they're crawling, and travel after they're walking. But whatever you do, NEVER take a long car trip with a crawling infant! The reason I say this is that there were very little options for Joshua as a crawling baby. Either he was 1) strapped - or should I say jailed - in his car seat; thus any writing I might have accomplished was out of the question since I had to ride most of the way looking backward. Or he was 2) crawling on the most filthy restaurant floors I've ever seen. My horror at his completely black knees, feet and hands was only slightly dimmed by the fact that he was actually getting to move, and if we were to attempt any longer in the car, he'd better move around all he can . . . even if it was on the dingy, dirty floors of the only Burger King I've ever been to without a play area. Also, just a side note - you only think that hotel room floors are clean. Each day this theory was shot out of the water by our creeping, crawling boy and his blackened body parts.
On to more positive things, though. How about Joshua's newfound love of birds? The way he says "Dee, dee, dee" and bobs his little fist up and down, trying valiantly to imitate our "bird" sign. Or how he can sign "cheese," and constantly asks for it during and between meals? Cottage cheese . . . string cheese . . . macaroni and cheese . . . doesn't matter to him, as long as it's a little cheesy! Or maybe how he loves to give us hugs now, but he's forgotten how to give kisses in the wake of this? Or possibly just how I am constantly amazed by his little self, learning things every day, and mostly just being the best little boy we could ever have asked for? I think that's what I always want to write about, and that's okay with me. Because maybe when my loving baby is a teenager I'll need to look back and remember the unabashed exuberance, the grins that light up his face, and the hugs like I've never had before, and then I'll remember what it's all about.
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