Here's where the real fun begins. We absolutely MUST keep Peter strapped in to his bouncy seat because he is starting to kick so furiously that he might just squirm out. I'm not sure -- I think he might be teething, OR he has the world's worst drooling problem on record. I just love the time we have together in the evenings after the older two are in bed. He's most alert then, and he gets his last bottle of the night with either Jason or me before we swaddle him up. The crib is officially here, thanks to my sister and her husband who are letting us borrow it, and once I get all the linens washed tomorrow, he'll be out of the bassinet.
Nicholas is saying SO many more words in just these past few weeks: ball, car, cup ("ba"), please ("po"), and two -- practicing for October! It's great to see him able to express even just a few words. He always asks "Da?" ("That?" or "What's that?") as he points at something, which of course makes the Teacher Mother in me so very happy. What does not make me very happy is when I leave my living room to go get a cup of coffee and return to a war zone, pictured here. We've already taken all the upper cushions off our couch, but removing the bottom ones is too dangerous (springs, etc.). SO, I get my daily exercise putting the cushions back on the couch, because, shocker, Nicholas can only take them off. Owen loves to tell me when Nicholas is taking them off, but he's not exactly quality law enforcement at this point in his young career. He enjoys bouncing on the cushions just as much as Nicholas does, so the honor system stinks. We've never been happier to have purchased our sofa at the Ashley Factory Store, because one can only imagine how much more enraging it would be when one's toddler threw off the cushions from an Ethan Allen or Thomasville sofa. (Let's not even get into sippy cup spills and potty training faux pas.)
Two nights ago, we finished bathing the boys and were preparing them for bed when Owen asked for an episode of Dora. Jason and I told him no, and we were surprised not to see too much disappointment. A few seconds later, Owen says, "Hey, Daddy, I have an idea. We can watch the Yankees!" Let the mind games begin... How clever, really. I think he has a future in sales. Tonight, I took Owen and Nicholas out for a walk after dinner, and we visited a little bridge here where lots of people fish. The past few times we've gone, there has been a snapping turtle. This turtle is so ugly it could likely be mistaken for a barnacle. It's almost prehistoric looking. When it pokes its head out of the water, a primal shiver goes through me. Owen, of course, thinks he's really cute and apparently wants to feed him jellyfish. Where we will get said jellyfish, I have no idea, but I think we will have to feed the little beastie the next time we go. Owen felt it was his responsibility to tell everyone crossing the bridge, "Hey, there's a Snapping Turtle down there! And I'm Owen. And these are my friends Mommy and Nicholas." He's running for mayor...
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