Just a few short years ago he was starting preschool…
Now he’s gone and graduated…
And someone else is wearing his old clothes (and dropping a cookie on the ground)…
Not quite five. It’s a tough age. Especially when a new baby has been added to the family. MonkeyBoy struggles with whether to be a baby or a big boy.
Take dinner, for example. He’s eating corn on the cob. And experiencing the delight of using a spork for the first [...]
Yesterday I took MonkeyBoy swimming. I told him to watch me underwater and I did *one* somersault. That’s apparently all the instruction he needed.
Not to be outdone, MonkeyBoyToo mastered the game of peek-a-boo and perfected the important skill of pulling a blanket off of himself.
The time is flying by too quickly. MonkeyBoyToo is two months old today. He was Mr. CrankyPants most of the day today, but I finally managed to get one shot of him where he wasn’t crying.
It helped that MonkeyBoy came in to see what we were doing. MonkeyBoyToo adores his big brother [...]
We’re slowly decorating MonkeyBoy’s new “big boy” room. My mom made him a fabulous train quilt for his birthday and he loves it. He uses it both to sleep under and to play with – one day I discovered that he’d pulled it off his bed and was running his trains up and [...]
I didn’t realize how much MonkeyBoy and I used to do in the late mornings until my job ended. I still catch myself thinking “we can do X after work” only to remember that I’m no longer working and we won’t automatically be out and about downtown at 10 AM every day. [...]
MonkeyBoy attended a sibling class at the hospital a couple weeks ago to learn what babies do and how to be a big brother. After a shy start, he warmed up to the class and started pestering the nurse in charge with “Teacher! Teacher!” every few minutes. I don’t know if he [...]
Is there anything more fun than jumping on a bed? Maybe jumping AND bossing mommy around?
Today was the first day of the new school year for MonkeyBoy. Nothing says “first day of school” like a goofy picture and a bad haircut. I may have to take the scissors to his bangs myself, I can’t do a worse job than the “professional” that hacked on his hair last week. [...]