Tuesday, February 26, 2013

26 February 2013

One of the things I like about Nut Brown is how he is so interested in trying things just to see what they do.  Two nights ago I had to put cookie-making with him on hold to give Bobo his bottle, and while he was waiting he spent the time flinging his sticky stretchy hand toy around the living room, to see where it would end up if he flung it like this - or like that- and trying to replicate previous results.  Inquiring minds want to know.

Monday, February 25, 2013

25 February 2013

My friend Vanessa wrote on her blog about a 'perfect moment' in her life the other day - a few minutes during the ordinariness of life when she felt like it was perfect, just right, and wonderful.  I had one of those this week as well.  Mr. Brown was looking something up online in the living room, and I came into the kitchen and found Rose Pink making a s'more over the space heater with some Valentine's chocolate, a graham cracker and a pair of pliers.  Nut Brown was reading a book about dinosaurs on the kitchen floor and the baby was industriously clearing all the magnets off the fridge.  I said to Rose Pink, it looks like you need a marshmallow, and she lit up and said, I DO!  So I got one for her and watched her try and melt the marshmallow over the space heater and listened to the baby chuckle and watched Nut Brown pore over the drawings of dinosaurs.  Everything was perfect, just right, and wonderful.  Thank you, God.

Friday, February 22, 2013

22 February 2013

Mr. Brown said that the baby spent an hour and a half moping around the house saying, mum mum mum mum mum... and then sent the following:
 Love my little guy.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

21 February 2013

Last weekend we went to visit my parents in Pennsylvania. It was about nine hours in the car, and we stayed Sat/Sun and left Monday morning. We had a good time throwing rocks in the Susquehanna, looking at rock waves, visiting the geology lab (more rocks) and driving up and down the ridges and valleys. There was also a fabulous box of Legos and coffee table full of magazines for the baby to throw on the floor. It was a good time! Mr. Brown enjoyed the geography of Pennsylvania and we all enjoyed the chance to hang out for awhile. (That's Nut Brown behind the accordion.)

Friday, February 15, 2013

15 February 2013

A couple Nut Brown-isms.  He has a funny way of expressing himself.

During a discussion about public school:  "Would I have to go to kitten-garden?"

After Mr. Brown had asked him to repeat himself for the third time: "Papa, you have fuzzy hearing!"

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

13 February 2013

Nut Brown has been diligently working on making 'sh' sounds when he talks.  When he forgets, we repeat the word with the mistake and he corrects himself.  For example, he'll say, 'I'm wearing my red sirt, Mama!' and I say, 'Your red sirt?' and he says, 'My red SHIRT.'

On Sunday he came in and said, 'I can't find my Sunday sues, Mama.'

I said, 'Your Sunday sues?'

And he said very carefully, 'My SHUNDAY SHOES.'

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

12 February 2013

Rose Pink was in the living room, sitting on couch, diligently making potholders with the potholder maker and loops that a friend gave her for her birthday.  Nut Brown was also in the living room, laying on the floor, diligently shooting loops off his fingers at the ceiling.

Monday, February 11, 2013

11 February 2013

Rose Pink's birthday party was the last Saturday in January.  We had to delay a week because we all got sick.  She wanted a Halloween party, so I got out the Halloween decorations and we told everyone to come in costume.

Here's her cake: spiderwebs that play on her age (8).

Here are two tigers: one guest and one baby of mine.

Also Mr. Brown had a fabulous idea to put a spider on the ceiling.  He and I put up most of the decorations the night before, and the kids came down the next morning and said it was almost like Christmas.

The kids went 'trick-or-treating' at our bedroom doors and made each other into mummies and broke a pinata.  It was fun, and actually kind of relaxing.


I can't count the number of times that I hear every day, "Pretend that I was...." followed by, "and pretend that I was... and that we were..."

Friday, February 8, 2013

8 February 2013

This morning Mr. Brown sends me an email:
Twice this morning I have heard the sound of little birds playing in the bird bath.  At which point I race into the bathroom to wash the little birds off in the sink.
And by birds I mean hands and by bird bath I mean toilet.
Bobo is much much much more mobile.  He also fell down part of the basement stairs today because we didn't shut the door.  Besides the scooting and not-quite-crawling, he's also learned to pull himself up on things and cruise along.  His best new trick is pulling himself up on your trouser leg when he wants you to pick him up.  But the funny thing is that he still can't roll over.  If he falls on his back, he just lays there and shouts until someone turns him over. 

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

6 February 2013

Bobo's been busy learning how to pull himself up.  He will transition between sitting on his bum and scooting around to laying on his tummy and scooting around; and he can consistently get up on his knees and if conditions are right he will pull himself to standing. He's always very pleased to be vertical and celebrates verbally.  I love having a crawly baby around underfoot, and it's so fun to be interrupted while reading on the floor by a baby who wants to get up in your face and be kissed.

When he wants to love on somebody, he chews on your arm or shoulder or knee, whatever is within reach, without using his teeth.  It leaves big damp circles.

At the moment he has his two bottom teeth, but he's also cutting four teeth on top.  And he plays peek-a-boo.  It's so cute.

And he talks so MUCH.  He is especially chatty when he's getting tired.  In church last Sunday he busted out right in the middle of passing the sacrament when everyone is sitting especially quietly.  I tried to get him quiet but he instead started doing his baby roaring, which was hysterical.  Of course his brother and sister were giggling like crazy.  So funny.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

5 February 2013

So on Sunday when other people were watching football, we went outside to play in the snow falling.  Nut Brown and I made snow angels and lay on our backs and felt the snowflakes falling on our faces.  'Do you feel that?' I said to him.  'Yes,' he said.  'It's like pieces of space falling down on us.'

'Look,' I said, 'there's a star up there.  Can you see it?'

'I see it,' he said.  'It's like a snowflake that won't fall.'

Then his sister and his father came out and we walked around the block and made snow angels on other people's lawns.

Monday, February 4, 2013


Mr. Brown has long eyelashes.  Rose Pink and Nut Brown also both have devastatingly long graceful eyelashes, completely gorgeous, although I'm pretty sure that Nut Brown would probably prefer his to be shorter because they often get into his eyes in a very painful way.  Bobo, on the other hand, has short eyelashes, like his mother.  It's so funny how our genetics transfers to our offspring.

Friday, February 1, 2013

1 February 2013

Nut Brown lately has been offering prayers while blessing the food that 'all the people who don't bless their food that their food will be blessed too'.