Hug?

I’ve heard the Bwun say “sad” a few times before, but only when he was repeating after me if I asked him if he was sad. But yesterday I learned that he can recognize this facial expression:

That’s about how I looked last night when I slipped on the bathroom rug and fell flat on the floor. I was trying to get the Bwun ready for a bath (which he decided he did NOT want once I put him in), and somehow the rug moved instead of staying nicely where it usually does. Kerplop! Mostly I hurt my feet, but the stress of a long day, a fussy toddler, and a husband gone at a law school function – in addition to the shock of falling – made me sit on the floor sobbing for a few minutes.

At first the Bwun burst into tears as well, probably because he didn’t know what was going on. He buried his face in his little hands and cried his eyes out. Then after he calmed down he looked at me, said, “Sad!”, and came over and sat on my lap. He was quiet for a minute before looking up at me and asked, “Hug?”

And it pretty well made everything better.

Dear Aunt Kendy,

Thank you for the authentic Canadian moose. Please watch the clip below and tell me if you think the Bwun is capable of providing a good home for the moose:

For the record, the Bwun doesn’t usually comply so readily as he did at the beginning of the video. But he would like to share some more animal sounds with you as a token of his gratitude for the moose:

(The Bwun has other tricks, too, but I never manage to capture them on video. His new specialty is checking stuffed animals, cars, and people for poop.)

Also, the nursery is now 95% complete! You may be able to see the new silver wall, as well as the part of the adjacent blue wall that has now been repainted. Pictures forthcoming…soon.

Love,

All of us here

Toddlers are a handful

It’s not like I expected the Bwun to be calm and quiet all the time, but he’s certainly gotten more lively in the past few months.

We got a hand-me-down bouncer for jr and I took the cover off to wash it. The Bwun has since decided that the frame is one of his toys. Can you blame him?

He also loved when I let him see himself in the camera. With a few new teeth all coming in at once, the Bwun has been sticking his tongue out a lot.

And this is what happens when you're 7 months pregnant and too tired to go check on that rustling noise in the other room, choosing instead to tell your husband that "The cereal was cheap and I'd rather buy another bag than get up right now." The Bwun was mighty pleased with his mess.

Can I just say, I’m a little worn out? How do I handle TWO kids?!