Lots of them in my bowl

Sorry, it has been awhile. Here are some of the highlights you have missed:

Sickness. Snow days. Ice packs. Haircuts. Laundry. Lots of it. Quinoa.

This weekend I am going to Richmond to spend time with the ladies. So excited to see everyone, especially Keenan who I haven’t seen in what feels like years. I wish I could stretch this trip into a month. I so need a break, and a chance to relax and not worry if I hear a baby cry, or that I need to be getting to bed soon because 5:30comes around fast.

Time is moving by so quickly. And while sometimes it is okay that the winter is zipping along, it makes me a tad bit worried that all of these moments with my kids this little are going away. Yes, it is difficult now, but I don’t think there is anything cuter than a 10 month old baby. I love now that Sam is just trying to talk, but just pointing at things and going “BAH!” like Mr. Peepers. It is precious. I am trying to imagine what he will say and sound like, but I know we will find out soon enough. And then I freak out when I look at Abe and don’t see a baby anymore. He is like a teenager now. Tall and skinny, and smart. I was quizzing him the other night about months. And asked him what month his birthday was in, and he said, “August.” I was so impressed! Then I asked him what month Christmas was and he said, “Santa Clause.” Not quite grasping the month concept yet, but working on it.

For some reason whenever we give Abe snacky, tasty things, it is in a little bowl. So when he really likes something he says, “I want lots of them in my bowl.”

This is what I want in my bowl -- Sam’s hearty laughs, his tiny-fingered points, his enthusiastic grunts, his silly sounds, his funny fish-lipped faces, and Abe’s rambling stories, his train voices, his crazy faces, his grown up phrases … I want lots of them in my bowl.