The Two-Hour Post

The boy is fed, the coffee is brewed, the BSF is done, and I have a palmful of choice time crumbs left before everyone wakes up and the day gets clattering. Derek has today off, and that, in itself, makes the day worth looking forward to. We are meeting with our realtor and walking through a few homes this afternoon, and while we are gone, someone will be walking through ours.



{Eden and Judah will be at YaYa's... thank goodness for grandparents!}



The interested party is the same guy who called to see the house as a fresh new listing, on the internet less than 48 hours at the time. He had to reschedule last week, (giving us a good practice run for house cleaning) but the call back is encouraging. While I am motivated to sell the house, I am finding myself possessive over it at times, wanting to screen potential buyers based on kindness, sweetness, and interior decorative inclinations. I know, I know... I've got to let it go. To help alleviate my weirdness about moving away from my first little home, I've been focusing on the other end of the deal, and thinking about new, different spaces for my family. We could have a mudroom! Or a swingset! Or a two stall garage! Or... dare I even say it... a PLAYROOM! It's already been a broadening experience to be on this precipice of change, and growing feels good.

{Eden is awake. The remainder of this post will almost certainly be written in strange increments between making Cream of Wheat, wiping fingers, explaining microwaves, warming up coffee, doing dishes, finding a bib, pouring juice, and yes, probably turning on PBS Kids. Go ahead and judge.}

{Ope, Judah's awake now, too. I'd better make this quick.}

Okay, on to the updates.

Eden has been really into creative activities lately: painting, drawing with crayons, markers, and chalk, Play Doh, MagnaDoodle. I honestly work hard not to push my favorite activities on my daughter, as I really believe that God has made her special with her own special talents and passions, those inherent and those yet-to-be-developed. (And more importantly, those I share and those I don't understand.) I have to say, though, that my daughter LOVES all things art-related, and has an incredibly sophisticated color sense. One night last week as I was putting her to bed, Eden asked if she could have her Magna Doodle in bed. I went with my first answer and said no; a book is one thing, a toy with a string-attached stylus tool is another. When I returned to the kids' room to put Judah down 30 minutes later, Eden looked up guiltily from her magnetic drawing tablet, hand paused in mid-stroke. And I, pushing aside any conscientious consistency and/ or obedience training, pretended not to notice. Some kids like to read themselves to sleep; my two-year-old wanted to DRAW IN BED. What kind of artist would I be if I squashed that, right?




Judah had his 6 month appointment with Dr. Worpel yesterday, and is continuing on his 90th percentile growth pattern. (The numbers: 20.5 pounds, 28 inches, 12-18 month clothing.) This kid is a bruiser, and he is motivated to move! It seems that most babes are sitting up around 6 months, but try as we might to work on this skill, this is how our upright sitting training sessions generally go:







The problem is that Judah is an unwilling pupil: he wants only to stand. {Read: I am SO SCREWED when this boy is independently mobile.} Tummy time is another story entirely, and is one of our favorite activities, along with raspberry-blowing and foot-sucking. These seem like appropriate images to close with.









Updates to come on the house hunt...