capturing time

we are fully into the swing of fall, sadly leaving summer behind. there is nothing like snotty, drippy noses to remind you that fall is upon us. if only mother nature would agree and allow us to turn off the ac for more than one day at a time! anyway, continuing with the idea of being able to remember some of the cute antics going on, here is another installment of capturing time.

f. you have become such a big boy. i look at you these days and wonder what happened to the cute little snuggle bug of days gone by. you launch yourself off of steps, beds, couches, etc routinely. you have taken to saying the phrase "come on" incessantly. we are not sure where it came from, but you utter it at least 5 times before 8am daily and then another 546 times before your head hits the pillow again each night! as in "come on, i just told you i wanted milk!" or "come on when will dinner be ready!" and "come on i dont know where my sneakers are!" one day last week, i was sitting right here shamelessly reading perez hilton catching up on my reading at 11:30PM when i heard you coughing. nothing too odd about that, except i thought i heard it coming from downstairs. given that it was a good 4 hours past your bedtime, i was shocked when moments later you emerged from the basement to inform me that you only got to watch half of batman because the satellite went out. first and foremost, i should probably be embarrassed that at the age of 5 you utter the phrase "the satellite went out" with the same disdain that a grown man might while watching the final minutes of the super bowl. secondly, what the hell are you doing watching cartoons in the middle of the night? if i were to believe you, this was not the first time! oh wait a minute, thats the mother of the year committee calling to inform me of my nomination. brb. the good news though is that you are still young enough that when i tell you i need to snuggle, you mostly still come running!

k. you have become a monster lately. you walk around with at least one arm cocked ready to hit anyone in a 3 foot radius. what is up with this dude? poor m. is clearly taking the brunt of it. just when i am at my wits end with you, you will casually walk up and land a huge kiss square on the bookshelves in the kitchen or the picture of the camel in your ABC book. somewhere our signals are getting crossed - love your family - not the bookshelves and please not the camel! you are starting to sprinkle in a word every now and then just for good measure. and you love music. now when we sing the "clean up" song, you will stand there belting it out (replacing each word with "BLAH") while the rest of us actually go about cleaning up. you would much rather drink your milk (as well as your brothers) than actually waste time eating food. apparantly food is for throwing on the floor or putting inside of toys or somedays both. you are still a silly little kiddo and you keep a smile on my face and warmth in my heart.

m. you are currently covered in road rash from your forehead, clear down to your upper lip. the joke around here is that you have two speeds : asleep and running full force. the later often results in boo-boos. you are just living life to the fullest. last week daddy and i took you and k. to the park and you just ran around like a maniac trying everything out. daddy climbed up a high ladder with you so you could ride down the big kids twirly slide and that was it. you spent the rest of the time screaming "UP GAN UP GAN GAN UP UP" (up again). daddy would lift you up again and you would run to the slide and launch yourself down, already starting to scream "GAN UP" before your feet hit the ground. i am pretty sure you will sport at least one cast in your childhood. i love that you still run to me first when something has you down or k. is beating the crap out of you. and secretly i am glad that after k. beats you up that you are finally starting to push back a bit when he comes near you again!

love you boys!