Tuesday, November 15, 2011
"Drizzling" (we are working on not throwing ANYTHING) rocks, pepples, sand, nuts, leaves, etc. into storm drains, is one of Gus' very favorite things to do...he can do it for hours (I can tolerate it, depending on location, for the maximum of time it takes to read the front section of the New York Times...we make quite a pair out there. Him crouching on the crate, me camped out on the curb.
These are the sweet moments. Sometimes I find myself turning off the faucet or snapping shut the dishwasher and suddenly hearing Gus high voice talking quietly for his own entertainment and amusement - that's always a bonus for a child, to whom talking and communicating is not second nature - when I round the corner, I find him splayed out with a book or watching something out the window, while using every memorized phrase he can connect to the subject at hand. He does not want to be disturbed, and I try hard to respect that.
Eventhough he always looks extra cuddly in these moments.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
It's a long, sunny Saturday sans Daddy, so we headed out for a long, lazy walk behind our neighborhood, that Gus' OT (and my good friend) Anna turned us on to. So funny how we sometimes forget that the beautiful woods and vistas begin, quite literally, in our backyard. So here we are walking up Burrell Mountain.
Wait, what is Gus up to while I'm snapping away?
Gotcha! He loves to bombard me with leafes (or is it leaves, I can't remember and, for the moment, I don't care)
The view off Burrell Mountain, just as the morning fog lifts. Gus calls it "smoke" and thinks it is "spooky"...but he thinks my hair is "spooky", too...which just goes to show you that he has a way with words.
Heading down toward the creek, where we sit and throw rocks in the water...what an idyllic moment.
Can you see him? Well, I can, just barely, just enough to know I'm in trouble, because in the time it took me to close the hatchback on the Subaru and grab my newspaper, Gus has managed to get way far ahead of me on the bikepath...he is on a two-fold mission: To go "very fast" and to go to the playground with the "twisty slide"
Gus poses impatiently for me. Cute but focused on his goal - "very fast" and "twisty slide"
This is why I run. I have to keep up with a kid, who doesn't slow down even on the uphills.
A reminder, that posing for pictures - at least in his mind - is a waste of time. The playground is THAT WAY, Momma!
A bit belated, but here is the proof, despite a general disinterest on our family's part in all things Halloween, I managed to dress Gus up "spooky" for preschool and a subsequent brief trick-or-treat outing in the evening.
The monster-face hat was the only compromise I could think of that Gus would tolerate (he has absolutely no interest in dressing up as anything) yet wouldn't make me feel like a complete party-pooper...I felt a bit better after dropping Gus off at preschool, where exactly all girls were dressed up in store-bought princess/mermaid/fairy outfits, and the remaining boys split about even between (store-bought) superheros and (store-bought) draculas...
...at least I didn't spend any money for something that means little to any of us three.
....we are still eating the candy Gus got (he went to four houses and was done) for after meal mini-desserts...Boo!