Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
The famed Dinkins barn gussied up for the third wedding (ours included) since the Dinkins family has owned it. It is one amazing wedding reception location. I fall in love with it every time it's been shined up.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Keep eating, Gus.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Our friend George, who is an amazing woodworker & owns an equally amazing strawbale home, came over Wednesday to help Jacob to finish the walls in our guest cottage. I love the mix that goes on, it's hydrated lime, sand and water. That's it, but it has this beautiful earthbrown color and a texture that makes you want to take your shoes off and relax your eyes...
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
This one is the best of all the posed shots, it sounded so goofy when our photographer explained it, but it came out great. I love how everyone's personality shines through just a bit. It best illustrates the feeling of that day.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Me: "No, Gus, you can't climb up on Mommie's desk. Mommie's desk is her space, your space is over there next to the toy basket."
Gus:"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!" (shrill with exlamation marks, followed by abrupt stepping from one foot onto the other and arms flailing at the side, finally topped off by deftly slapping either at Mommie or the next best object in sight, sometimes he even flings himself to the ground in sobs)
Me: Ignoring him, trying to remain calm and and seeking cover
Gus: Having made his point, stomps away to climb up on something else...leaving unhappy grunts in his wake...
Temper tantrums are new and have turned my previously so-chill and easy-going son into a multiple-personality mess that keeps me forever puzzled. No one tell me about the terrible twos...I have a shrieking, sullen, demanding, happy, energetic, clingy 18-month-old toddler on my hands...I'm not curious at this point what birthday No. 2 brings...someone blow out the candles before he sets the house on fire...
It was funny at first...his half-hearted attempts at personality separate from my own. Running in tears to hide his face in the fridge door, or flinging himself to the ground forgetting instantly why he was on the ground...but the stumbles have turned into tremors and I'm bracing for the all-out quake as I type this...it can only be weeks before I gather up my shrill bundle of previous-joy in the grocery store or at the playground...I'm praying our audience will be kind...or hard of hearing...
Yes, there is a part of me that feels payback time is upon me. If I was Catholic, I'd be hanging my head to await my due punishement: After all, my temper tantrums are the stuff of family legends and I remained a sore looser and unwilling sharer of things until way past my second set of teeth...I try to hide it, but I still have a hard time keeping a straight face when I lose at a boardgame...silly isn't it?
So he got it from me and he is a bit ahead for his age and he is hampered by not having words (maybe that's good) to express his feelings...yep, I got all the insight I need. And yes, we've been beefing up the signs so he can tell me that it is that frustrates him...so far he is signing away for me to sing "Itsy bitsy spider" about six dozen times in a row...and if I stop a tantrum flares its ugly tentacles...he needs more attention than Madonna and Jesse Jackson combined.
I know it will pass and I know with the grace of God my patience will be enough and I'll learn something from him through this, but please...can someone tell me how to inflict a time-out on a squirming toddler who has just hit you square in the gut during a diaper change, while laughing you straight in the face?
Don't get me wrong, he is still cute and makes me laugh dozens of times a day. He is sweet as can be to others and full of energy I adore, but I cherish naps, when I can tend to my new bruises and do something in peace and quiet without dreading another impasse of opinions.
Someone please tell me that 3 is when they become thoughtful and polite.
Monday, April 6, 2009
This is funny if you know that Gus has just recently started in on the temper tantrums and LOVES tennis (because Daddy-Daddy plays tennis, and because - at least I like to think so - Mommy is from the same country as tennis-great Roger Federer)
Watch for the John McEnroe (spelling?)-esque ending...the raquet actually hit Daddy-Daddy who devised the hanging tennis ball for our Sunday afternoon entertainment...
The tantrums are still mostly funny because of their unpracticed nature...but they cause me to harken back to my childhood days...more about that later