Saturday, September 13, 2008
Grouchy days and baseball
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
A visit from Mimi
Today we headed over to check the progress on the new house. We've got walls and a roof (but no shingles). I think all of the plumbing and electrical work is done and the windows are in.
Here's one last cute picture of the boys. I made them stand in the "picture spot" at the bottom of the stairs to take some pictures. I especially like to have them standing together to see how big (or small) they are. My cutie pies!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Things they say
Now for the funny. When the boys are in the bath sometimes they like to point at body parts and name them. They are good. They know pretty much everything. Last night Alex was playing this game and when he got to "wee wee" (boy parts) I told him he was right and that all boys have those. I asked "Does daddy have a wee wee?" and he said "Yeah!". Then I said "Does mama have a wee wee?". Alex said "No, underwear." He's actually said this twice now and it cracked me up both times. They know the difference between boys and girls but I've never actually discussed girl anatomy even though they've taken a bath with me. I think I'll just stick with "underwear". They know we're different and that's enough for right now.
Friday, September 5, 2008
A look back at bedtime
Last resort - duct tape. Finally something that worked! The only thing he could pull off now was his pants and that wasn't a problem. Yea, a dry bed! We did this for about a week when one night Zachary saw me get out the tape and started crying. I told him that I wouldn't put it on anymore if he left his diaper alone.....and he did. Since then (June) he hasn't been taking any clothes off anymore. We do still have him sleep in a onsie, just in case, but his pants are always on.
The one thing that I can't break him of is this: This picture was taken at nap time today. Even if I don't see him with his hand in his pants I can tell he did it by the elastic marks on his wrists. We had heard that in his orphanage the children slept with their arms swaddled (he was 16 months when he came home). I always wondered if that had anything to do with it, if it was a comfort thing. Or maybe he just likes his hands down his pants.




