Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
"Hi, my name is Duncan."
"Hi, Duncan," chorused the other addicts.
"My mom first introduced me to baked beans when I was just 1 year old," Duncan began. Some gasped, others shook their heads. "So young," cried a middle aged woman.
"We'd have chicken fingers and baked beans for lunch. Oh yes, Mom always joined me." Duncan's words were met with shocked silence. He went on, "Sometimes she'd alternate sweet peas and corn, but I just couldn't get enough of the baked beans. I enjoyed wearing them as much as I enjoyed eating them. I've had dreams where I'm chasing Duke trying to get the Bush's secret family recipe." He paused, "But look, I can quit anytime."
A sing song voice floated into the room, "Duncan, lunch."
"I gotta go," says Duncan. And he toddled out of the room.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Evan giving Duncan instructions on toddlerhood. Duncan is clearly bowled over.
The wonderful PBS program "Between the Lions" would have you believe that double O is always pronounced "oo." And I'm sure we've all had teachers throughout our years of study that insisted on this pronunciation. My son, Evan, would have disagreed. He tackled the alphabet with his own unique style and to me, it will never be the same.
Evan's double O pronunciation was something like "ew." He would run excitedly to the window to watch the "schewlbus" go by. He liked to pretend he was on the "schewlbus", too. I have a big folding piece of cardboard that is used for measuring and cutting fabric. Evan would stand it up so that is was in the shape of a tall U, and say, "Look Mommy, I'm riding the schewlbus!" He also exclaimed this as he was riding along in the shopping cart at Lowe's.
I've already mentioned that Evan referred to Duncan's poo as "teeny weeny big monster poo poo." Well, what he actually said was "teeny weeny big monster pew pew."
When I found a tape recording of my senior recital, I brought up an old boom box from the basement to listen to it. (I don't really recommend this. It's better to have the blissful memories of a flawless program, than to hear what really happened!) Evan was very excited to have the boom box in reach. He pressed the buttons, listened to music and wondered out loud, "Where's the bewm box?" when it suddenly disappeared.
I can only remember one double O word that Evan pronounced correctly, and that was tool (or toolbox.) When he talked about Norm Abram on the New Yankee Workshop, Evan called him "the guy with the tools." Evan loved tools. He would point at a picture of something and name it, and I would have to look at the caption to discover, yes, he's right.
You may think that Justin and I must pronounce words in such a way to get comic relief from our son, but that's just not true. This was Evan's own invention. When Duncan came along, it's like Evan knew that Duncan wasn't spelled with a double O, but a U. And he called him, "Dooncan."
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
I reorganized my butterfly garden to include my Evan and Duncan cultivars.
Echinacea "Harvest Moon" in the foreground and Veronica "Sunny Border Blue" and Angelonia "Angel Mist" in the background.
I've discovered evidence of deer snacking on the hostas in Evan's garden. I like the deer, as long as they're not eating my plants! There was actually some damage on my black eyed susans, too. They're on the deer resistant list. And, as a fellow gardener has said, I guess the deer didn't read the book. Instead of buying deer repellent, I think I may just try to use more deer resistant plants in the future. They didn't stop to look at the ferns, and they don't like fragrant plants, so maybe I'll see what I can find. Any suggestions?
Monday, June 25, 2007
Hydrangea aborescens "Annabelle"
This is a picture from Evan's Garden. I wanted to include some hydrangeas, because I thought the big pom pom flowers would be fun for kids.
Here's Duncan hanging out with his favorite backyard toy: the hose. It's like an electrical cord, but he doesn't get in trouble when he plays with it AND it squirts water. What could be cooler?
Here's a Bearded Iris I received from a Gardenweb pal. Unfortunately, I don't know the cultivar. She's a beauty, tho.
I have two Clematis vines climbing a trellis in my herb garden. It's just a nice ornamental centerpiece.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Our computer died, so I won't be able to post pictures until our new one comes. Early July!
Saturday, June 16, 2007
When you choose a husband you don't really know what kind of a dad he will be. The question lurks somewhere at the back of your mind. Then one day you get pregnant. You're both ecstatic...and terrified! You go to the birthing classes together, read the books, and wonder dreamily what the little one will look like. The big day arrives. He holds your hand, trying to be strong for you, even though he's scared to death. The baby arrives, and true Daddyhood begins. Some dads find reasons to be "busy" whenever diapers need changing. Some just flat refuse. But the good ones jump right in and get peed on and pooped on, spit up on, and more. Justin is this kind of a dad.
It's a sweet picture to see a Daddy napping with his little one in his arms. This has been a favorite past time of Justin's. Evan slept better on his daddy than in his bed. Duncan is more of a crib baby. But Justin is working on that! Both boys enjoy playing with Daddy. Justin reads stories, sings songs, stacks blocks, plays chase. They both enjoy it immensely, except Justin's singing doesn't always please everyone. Evan told Justin one day, "Daddy, don't sing" after a rousing rendition of one of Evan's favorites. Justin soothes Duncan when he wakes up crying and in need of snuggles. He takes pleasure in all of the milestones and just the everyday grins and giggles. He loves being a dad. Being a participant in his boys' lives makes him a great one. He stayed by Evan's bedside while he spent his last days in the hospital. He's been a loving and happy father to Duncan, in spite of his grief. I'm proud of him. He is everything I could have ever hoped for in a daddy for my children. Happy Father's Day, Justin!
Friday, June 15, 2007
Duncan is our early riser. If it's 7am Duncan is awake. He will wake up between 6:30 and 7 regularly. Sometimes he'll wake a little earlier, but it seems like his body hits his biological snooze button, and he'll fall asleep again until 6:30. At bedtime (around 8pm) he'll put up a little fuss, I call it the obligatory cry ("I gotta cry a little to make them think I'm mad, ah, who cares....zzzz"), and then settle down to, usually, sleep through the night.
Evan didn't want to go to bed early. If Evan didn't have to sleep, he wouldn't. He went to bed fighting, and would sleep when he just couldn't keep his eyes open for one more second. He would go to bed anywhere between 9-10pm, with lots of stories, songs, pleading, hugging, scolding, etc. He slept in to a more reasonable 8am. Every morning Evan would get up and come to our room first thing. If he was ready to go downstairs, he'd stand outside our door and open and close the door just a crack to see if we had gotten up, yet. He'd check often. Like, once every 2 -3 seconds. We'd try to coax him to come in to our room and hang out, but usually he was ready to start the day.
One morning I heard him come in. I kept my head down and pretended to be asleep. Evan was usually a noisy, rambunctious toddler, so I was surprised when he tiptoed into the room and up to my side of the bed. He was whispering quietly about mommy being asleep. I opened my eyes and grinned. Evan was about two inches from my face! We both had a good giggle about waking mommy up, and he became his usual chatty self at once.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Evan would fight taking naps and going to bed at bedtime, but when he was really tired he would sleep in any position, in any place, and under any circumstances (just like his Daddy.) Justin can sleep sitting up, lying on the sofa, on a plane, etc. I have a hard enough time turning my mind off in the bed, let alone trying to get comfy in some weird position.
Last summer (2006) Justin replaced the siding on the chimney. It made an awful racket, so I had given up any idea of getting either of the boys to nap. On this particular day we settled down in our chairs to watch a "Thomas" DVD for some nice family time. And before you know it they were both sound asleep. Notice the hearth in the background. Justin was outside hammering just a few feet away.
Chairs and cribs are ok for naps, but everybody knows that Daddies make the best beds.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
You are too young to realize that you've already changed the world. You are a little boy whose parents really needed him. You're the only one that could make us laugh real laughs and smile real smiles. We should have known that your fondness of sunbeams would lead to a sunny disposition. I always tell people that you are our life preserver. But you do more than keep us afloat. You're helping us enjoy life again. Thank you, Duncan. You are our sunshine.