I didn’t quite get it done at the beginning of school this year, but I still want to compile our snapshot in words (and a few pictures) before 2012 is history.
I write a lot on here about events and thoughts, but I want to remember the little things that are happening in our lives right now. I know that all too soon they will fade and become fuzzy in my mind if I don’t capture them. So, future self (and children), here you go:
He tells me every single detail about preschool. Each day, I am informed what the “centers” were, what they ate for snack, who did and didn’t earn a sticker, and what songs they sang. I love that he shares all of these details with me. Not every child is as open.
Blake’s favorite TV show is “How It’s Made” on the Science Channel. It shows how common everyday items are manufactured. He gets super animated watching all the machines and parts work together, and makes sure I am watching about 16 times during any given episode.
He is fascinated with the way things work. Lately, I keep finding the back lids of our toilets on the counter because he takes them off to watch the parts work together during a flush.
When Blake isn’t building machines (which is rarely), he builds completely symmetrical structures out of various materials. Maybe this is normal for his age, but it still blows my mind that he pays such close attention to color and size and detail.
Blake makes his own breakfast before I wake up every single day. It usually consists of yogurt, dry cereal and a glass of milk.
Blake’s daily chore is to unload the silverware from the dishwasher.
He loved to watch American Idol last spring. All of their advertising paid off, because every time we are driving behind a Ford vehicle, Blake exclaims, “Look! That car says American Idol!”
Blake thrives on following the calendar that we update with his schedule in his room. He does not like it when we deviate from the plan.
Blake has officially made the transition to “quiet time” instead of nap time. He really hasn’t napped all year unless he is sick. Nash, however, still naps every single afternoon.
When we ask Nash how old he is, he always holds up his thumb and pointer finger and states, “Two!” He never holds up the “correct” two fingers. If you ask me, he figured out the easier way.
He climbs in and out of his crib with ease, but we’re not quite ready to make the transition to a big boy bed yet. I never worry about him being in danger the way he strategically hoists himself above the crib bar and carefully makes his way down to the floor. Thankfully, he doesn’t leave his room when he flops in and out (yet).
Blake and Nash have entered the world of wrestling. And Nash does a pretty good job at holding his own.
They are definitely frenemies. They argue about as much as the play together.
Many nights after dinner and scriptures, the boys instigate a game of tag where they run around the loop from our kitchen to our living room endlessly. It never gets old to have their dad chase them.
Whenever the boys are sick, they insist on toast with a little bit of butter, sugar, and cinnamon. It’s a special commodity that I only make when they have colds (which ends up being about every two weeks).
I gave up cutting the boys’ hair myself. It just wasn’t worth the fight that always ended in sobbing tears. My friend in the neighborhood that has a salon at her house thankfully took over the job (and mess).
We haven’t had any huge home repairs this year (knock on wood). All of the repairs have been willed over to our aging vehicles.
Soccer ended this week and I’m happy that we are going to have our Saturdays back again. I don’t think I realized how much of a commitment eight consecutive Saturday mornings would be. A little foreshadowing for the future.
We met our goal of visiting 30 parks this summer. We may have gone a little into the warm fall months to meet our quota, but all together we made it parks in Michigan, Arizona, Utah and California.
Every few weeks, he gets together with the guys for “fight night.” This consists of watching Mixed Martial Arts, and includes a lot of blood and yelling. One of these days they want to go to Vegas to watch it live.
He often takes the boys with him to the gym. Blake started a collection on his closet door with the numbered stickers that they put on the kids’ backs at the play center.
Troy also loves to take them out for breakfast on Saturday mornings. Breakfast is his favorite meal of the day and I do not share that in sentiment. I’d be content to live on peanut butter toast for the rest of my life.
I haven’t cooked a lot in general over the last several months, but it is the running joke in our family that I never remember to fix side dishes. When I plan for meals, I just never consider what in the world we’re going to have on the side.
I have had the same wallet since my Junior year of High School. And it still doesn’t look worn at all.
I believe that when I did our first snapshot two years ago, I reported how anti-Mac we were. Well, the “we” has turned to “he,” because I am now completely hooked on all things Apple. I saved up for a Macbook Pro and it has made my designing life so much easier. And I loved switching over to an iPhone. Now I just have to get Troy on board.
Much to my chagrin, and even though I feel the most sick in the evenings, I’m not miraculously turned into a go-to-bed-early girl. It is so hard for me to make myself turn off at night after the kiddos are in bed.