Gametes In Love

As our backyard’s been approaching the last stages of being done, I took advantage of the break from rain we got 2 weeks back and planted our veggies. I wanted to get them in the ground. To be honest, I know squat about gardening, so whether it was early or late in the planing season is beyond me. But also given that this has been an exceptionally strange weather year so far,  even if it was the right time of the season, could very well be pushed out.

To be clear, the veggie garden is by no means a way to sustain ourselves. I just want to illustrate to illustrate to the kids 1) how long it takes to grow food; 2) the care that a garden requires. Clearly these are lessons that are lost on a 2.5yr old and a 5m old, but hey, maybe over time something will sink it.

So… 3 tomato, 1 zucchini and 6 strawberry plants later, I’ve gots me a veggie patch. Tomatoes are my favorite, G thinks strawberries are like crack, and I can convince myself to make a zucchini bread or two this summer 🙂 S is more of a salad dude, but he’s out of luck for now.

G and K didn’t take a great part of the actual planning, but K was really into watering, and G was an expert in measuring just how far apart the veggies needed to be.

We ran into some worms at the end. The kids thought those were pretty darn cool.

So… now we wait for our veggies to sprout. Should be ready in another week or two, right?

So… I may or may not have committed a mistake in my attempts to teach G about rhythm and music. You see my son now wants to play the bongos. This on it’s own would be a pretty cool thing… except he wants to play the butt bongos.

G and I like to wrestle (probably more so than S and he do). Some time ago, in one of our wrestling matches I flipped G over my lap and told him I wanted to play the bongoes and I proceeded to drum on his tushie. He thought it was the funniest thing ever. Of course this results in experiences like tonight, when G runs into our bedroom, saying “Mama, I wanna play bongos. I wanna play bongos on your tushie.” Awesomeness!

I guess our next lesson needs to be on boundaries and whose bongos he’s allowed to play. It would probably be inappropriate for him to show off these music skills at daycare, huh?

Let the record show that I am formally filing a complaint against time and it’s rushed passing of 5 months.

S2 is a happy, mellow, go-with-the flow kid. He’s been a dream, and his smile just melts my heart. That huge toothless (for now) grin just kills me. I can’t wait to start seeing more and more of his personality develop.

He’s recently learned how to blow raspberry (well, maybe “learned” is a strong term… more like discovered he can) and takes advantage of this. It’s funny to watch, but not so awesome when you’re trying to give him his nightly Prevacid, or give him a bottle :-/

He’s holding himself so much better these days. I’m working on his sitting skills. Granted, this is influenced by my desire to be able to take his bunny blackmail… err, I mean costume photos and not have to photoshop our arms supporting him. I’m happy that he’s doing things at his own speed though, so I clearly can’t rush him either.

This past month he had his first bout with sicky meds, after being attacked by the Pink Eye/Trush double whammy. He did awesome though and kicked both germs to the curb pretty fast. All while being in excellent spirits. I wish him to be like this with any illness, for his sake (and of course ours).

We were also treated to a few nights of him sleeping through the night. While I’d love for him to sleep past 5:40, the fact he was able to go from 7 ’till then isn’t shabby. Of course those events seemed to be a tease since we haven’t had an uninterrupted night in quite a while, but it’s promising to know that he’s capable of going for that long.

Another interesting development is his increased fascination with food. No, we haven’t started solids with him yet, but if he had any say in it we’d be starting tomorrow. He stares at us eating with great interest. I’m pretty sure if he had more coordinated control over his arms, he’d be pulling my food-loaded utensils away from me. So as far as child-led weaning, he’s giving me the signs. I ideally would like to wait until he turns 6 months old to introduce food, especially since he’s a 37-weeker, but I have a feeling I’ll cave in another couple of weeks. My first food choice for him? Sweet potato. Food mess here we come!

Weight: 15lb 4oz

Height: 25″

Favorite activity: Bouncer. He got his first taste of it last week-end and is in love.

Sweetest moment: Any time he just relaxes and falls asleep in my arms after waking up crying. I love knowing I bring him comfort.

Naughtiest moment: spitting out meds while making farty sounds with his mouth. This does not bode well for solids time either