Maybe it's the whole back-to-school-change-of-seasons thing that's in the air right now, but it seems like a good time to set up a place where my family and friends can check up on the comings and goings of our household.
Let's call this Chapter 82: Where we are now.
Where we are now. In July we moved from Lakewood to Avon. We moved from a 103-year-old home to a mere infant of a house built only 4 years ago. We've doubled our space, and moved to a neighborhood where there is no lack of friends to play with any evening of the week.
Isaac. He is 18 months old and on the go constantly. While still a couple inches shorter than his big brother, Isaac weighs in the same at 27 lbs. He is a hefty, solid fellow and ALL boy. His favorite things are trains, trucks, cars, running, climbing and digging in anything dirty. He has a love/hate relationship with his older brother, but mostly worships him and tries to emulate him in every way--good and bad. I do concede that Isaac is due for a haircut, as it most often looks shaggy and unruly, but I am loathe to cut off the adorable curls in the back, for I am almost certain they will not return. Isaac speaks--all day long--but mostly in a language all his own, consisting of constant jibber-jabber nonsense. His recognizable words include his all-time favorite, Mommy, as well as Daddy, kitty (kee), dog (doh), cheese, touch, train and car. Isaac is our big hugger. The kid can give a bear hug like you wouldn't believe, and he's so, so generous with them. It's hard to get enough these days, and I gobble them up like there's no tomorrow, for tomorrow he may decide he's too cool to give his mommy a hug at all.
Calem. Calem will be 3 years old in only a month! Our big boy has graduated from diapers to underwear this summer and no longer takes naps in a crib, but in a special "napping nook." Calem is a leader--be it for good or evil--and enjoys nothing more than making his friends laugh and getting them to copy him in whatever it is he's doing. Unfortunately, much of the time this means starting a shouting match during a picnic lunch, tossing bark around at the playground, or getting everyone in trouble by wielding sticks. On occasion, though, it means starting a sing-along or leading an impromptu "hike" through the woods. Calem starts preschool in two weeks and will attend 2 hours, twice a week. I'm hoping he gains some more solid listening skills and learns to harness his leadership skills for MORE good than evil. Calem is a challenge, but he is funny. He is always a character and he can seem to talk himself out of anything.
Scott. Scott works hard, but is thankfully always home before bed time and often home in time for a family dinner. I count this as a blessing, since I know many friends whose husbands travel or work such long hours they rarely get to say goodnight to their kids or provide any sort of child care relief for their wives. He still enjoys working in sales and has recently had some leads pan out, which is always an encouragement in a field where so much of the hard work is just establishing a rapport and playing a waiting game.
Lorie. Lorie won't lie to you. She's exhausted and fantasizes about a night spent alone in a hotel room where it's dark and quiet and no one's allowed to call for you as long as that "do not disturb" sign is on the door. But she really does love being a mom and takes the bad with the good, trusting that in the long run there is a whole lot more good on the pile of life.
That about sums it up, and so here starts my attempt to keep anyone who cares informed about our family life. I may not be the most eloquent author, but I do promise a few really adorable pictures now and then.
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