A portrait of each of our children, each week of the year 2014.
James is killing us lately. The other morning John had a bowl of cereal out on the counter for James but wanted to wait to have me give it to him once I came out of the bathroom (he was leaving for work right away and we don’t like giving James food without anyone watching him…). So a few minutes later I came out of the bathroom and James had pulled a stool up to the counter and was on his tippy toes to reach the bowl, shoveling spoonfuls in his mouth. Then, later that morning, I was busy making some moccasins for a customer but James kept yelling at me, “INEEDMILK INEEDMILK INEEDMILK,” (we’re working on patience with him…) but I kept asking him to wait for a minute longer. Next thing I know, he’s sitting on the rocking chair in front of the t.v. with a carton of his almond milk, chugging it down. While I wasn’t paying attention for a few minutes, he had gone to the fridge, opened it, picked out his milk (he’s the only one of us on almond milk), opened it, finished off the carton, and put it in the sink like he does with his sippies when he’s finished with them. This kid is quite the little Mr. Independent! Last of all (for now), James’ Uncle Tanner and I were jamming, working on a song for my mother-in-law’s birthday. James had just woken up from a nap and was sitting quietly in a little chair listening to us practice. When we were done with the run through, James hops out of his little chair, comes over to me with his big, tired eyes shining, grabs my arm and says, almost in a whisper, “Mom, that was perfect.” I’m telling ya, I could marry him!
Charlie is getting bigger and sweeter and cuter and balder. He’s discovering his hands and will stare into your soul with a little grin on his face, like he knows something about you that you don’t know yourself. He probably does, actually. I feel like he looks at me with special knowledge of who I really am, with his eyes telling me how long he was waiting to come to our little family and with a grateful grin saying how relieved he is to finally be here. He’s got an old soul, that one.