We’ve been busy with a lot of…
Mess making.
Lego building.
Coffee drinking.
Responsibility learning.
Heart breaking.
How about you?
On the hunt
I mentioned in my last post (that went up like a bagillion years ago) that I’d like to be more intentional about how I spend my time with JR. I don’t have plans on scheduling us to the point of exhaustion, but I’d like to have this conversation a bit less frequently…
Him: What are we doing today, Mama?
Me: Um. Well. Hmmm…hey, here’s some crackers!
So the other day I decided to take advantage of the nice(r) weather we’d been having and sent JR on a scavenger hunt. He was in charge of holding the list, finding the objects, and checking them off as we went. I was in charge of taking pictures so we could show his dad when he got home.
Here’s what we found:
A red car
A soccer ball
A stop sign (the sun was in his eyes)
A squirrel (it’s up in that tree back there, I swear)
A flower (also in the background…and I don’t know what JR is doing)
A bike
And our checklist
The whole thing took us about 30 minutes (JR has a tendency to get distracted and we had a lot of “No, YOU the hold the pay-perrrrrr” at first) and ended up being a lot of fun. Recommended!
On the fly
Earlier today JR declared he wanted to do a “prahyect.” (That’s “project” for those of you who don’t speak preschool). So I came up with this, all impromptu like.
Yep. This former elementary school teacher’s still got it.
*dusts off hands, pats on back, various preening behavior, etc.*
Heart = Warmed
JR knows I’ve been sick lately, and whenever I go into his room to get him up for the day or from his nap he says, “You feelin’ good today?” with his brow all furrowed in concern.
I think I’ll keep him.
3 years
JR,
Wait, what? WHAT!? What. How are we here already?
At 2:41pm today, you will be officially 3 years old. And I’ll probably cry in the corner for a little while because WHERE DID MY BAYBEEEE GO?
Well, I guess I do know. He turned into a boy — a smart and sweet and kind and gentle and playful and hilarious and infuriating and humbling boy who is, without a doubt, the best thing to ever happen to us.
We love you, beautiful birthday boy. Thank you for being ours.
Love,
Mama
