Desi- He is now 14 months and refusing to walk, or even try to walk for that matter. He won’t stand by himself, even on accident. But what he lacks in bravery he makes up for in extreme adorable-ness. His curly strawberry blond curls are out of control, sticking out from behind his ears and frizzing out the back of his head. He even had a few baby dreads sticking straight out. I discovered I had to condition his hair occasionally. And his smile, my goodness. He has such crooked bottom teeth and the tops are huge with a giant gap. He smiles constantly, we are considering baby braces ( ; He has such an intense love of music. I have never seen a baby so excited by music the way he is. We will be somewhere and hear music and he will grab me by the shirt, look intensely almost panicked into my eyes and start head banging. He has a little music table that he stands at, pushing buttons to change the song and dancing like a crazy baby D.J. He loves to sit at the piano and bang his way up and down the keys bobbing his head like a baby Amadeus Mozart.
His kisses deserve their own paragraph. Recently he has started giving kisses quite generously, depending on the day. The manner of his “mahs” is so unique. You know when someone is confident in a complex skill they have? Imagine a baker creating a frosting flower, a nurse starting an IV, a beautician applying the perfect eyeliner wing, he has that aire about him when he gives mahs. It might be hard for some babies but he is confident in his skill in mah giving. It’s almost like he is downplaying how much of a big deal it is. He leans in quickly hardly looking at you and plants a slimy little kiss saying “mah” almost distractedly. The other night I was out in the afternoon and cut my outing short so I could help put the boys to bed. I walked in on them all eating Dinner. Desi was so happy to see me he had to stop dinner and be held. Then he sat on my lap bouncing and slapping my chest laughing, then laying his head on my chest, then popping up to give me mahs. That boy breaks my heart. Every morning when I come down the stairs I am greeted by Desi crawling to me as fast as he can and laughing.
He doesn’t talk much but he likes to try and converse. He brings up balls a lot because that is one of his words. We will be walking or playing or driving and Desi will look at me intelligently and say”BAH”. There may or may not be an actual ball, but Calvin and I have noticed anything round will merit a ball discussion. It is constant, all day long, “bah, bah bah”. Poor kid wants to have something to talk about. He also has Doggy Vision. If a dog is anywhere in sight even if it is a tail glimpsed through the bushes through a window, we will know about it from Desi Doggy Patrol barking and panting.
He loves to read so much and gives his favorite books kisses ( mostly Pat the Bunny. They had a happy reunion after being lost for a few weeks)
Calvin- Oh boy oh boy oh boy. This child asks more questions than an interrogation officer (is that a thing?). It is constant all day questions, most of which are quite complex. I am thankful for all my Podcast education at times. He will ask stuff like why doggies don’t get sick if they eat weird stuff, does lightning touch the ground? How hot is the sun? why does the rain fall to the ground, so many other things that require thoughtful answers. I find myself working through laws of science and talking about bacteria, and molecules, and God’s design a lot of the time. It so interesting to have stuff pointed out to you by a three year old that I don’t give a second though to all day long and is actually worth discussing. I take so many things at face value and the curiosity of a pre-schooler spills a fresh light on the world, I love it. And then there are the questions that I answer with “because I said so”. It may sound like bad parenting, but in my opinion, this kid is three, if I tell him to put on his shoes, go pick that up or put that down I don’t think he needs an involved explanation every single time. Sometimes the fact that your all knowing and wise mother said so is a perfectly solid reason in itself.
Calvin can be quite loving to those he loves. Every time he sees his cousin he runs to him arms open for a hug and kiss. He gets a kick out of Desi even though he probably wouldn’t admit it if questioned. This morning Desi was sitting on the kitchen table showing off for all of us. I was watching Calvin’s adorable Asian face and he had such genuine pleasure showing in his eyes, it was breathtaking.
Recently Calvin had a cute little adventure. Our neighbor got locked out of her house and stopped by to ask if Calvin would crawl through her doggy door and unlock her front door from the inside. When we got there I explained to Cal what his job was. He crawled right in and quickly requested best be passed through the doggy door, for moral support I suppose. After a few tries he got the door unlocked. I was so proud of his for not getting frustrated or mad after the first few tries and getting the door unlocked so sweetly. Our neighbor was ecstatic and gave Calvin four quarters in appreciation. When Steve got home we were talking about what he could do with his quarters and suggested the vending machines at the pizza place. They have super cool little ninjas for a quarter and he could get four! Then he says, ” Or I could give it to Samia!” Samia is a little Compassion child our church’s Sunday school sponsors. He was so excited to giver her all his money. And he then spent the next week cleaning everyone he knew out of their change, so he could give it to Samia. It was so sweet to see his little generous an genuine heart.
We have entered a new stage in reading lately. The progression has been fun with Calvin. I started reading to him as a newborn, because I was a up-tight, get-everything-right first time mom. For awhile It was like reading to a doll. Then around 3-6 months I would strap him in a seat and read to him, he liked it ok. Finally around a year he genuinely enjoyed it. his favorites were Jane Pfloog, Richard scary and Jane Krantz. After awhile we moved on to wordier and longer books. Dr Seuss, and lot and lots of library books. Then one day, a few months ago I checked out a Tintin, for myself to read. It was all over after that. I have spent the last few months only reading Tintin, we re-newed all 10 of the books the library had as many times as was allowed. Now the comic book section is the thing. We have discovered Lego Ninjago graphic novels as well as some star wars and Spiderman that are kid appropriate. I used to dread reading comic books out loud, but I have gotten used to it and am now really enjoying this stage. Even Ninjago is kind of clever. The characters actually are not all that bad, better than a lot of novels I have read. Calvin lays in bed at night with his Odyssey tape running and his flashing on reading books. My little nerd-ling.
He is getting so big and so smart and so capable. I hate to see my baby growing up but it is exciting too.
My boys. I blessed with what I do not deserve. Thank God life isn’t fair.