Silent

I know I've been silent for a little while around here... lots of stuff going on and I'm just trying to process it all!  Not bad, it's good - just a lot.  This song came on my Pandora station today and it's perfect - 
I'm headed down this narrow road
Chosen by the fewAnd all that I know isYou told me to follow You
I'm taking a risk and leaving it allNot knowing what I'll go throughBut I'm not aloneAs long as I follow You
So when my life's a leap of faithI can hear You say
Well done, well doneI'm gonna chase You, LordI'm gonna show the world Your loveI'll run, I'll runI'm gonna run this raceTo hear You say well done
If people walk with me, talk with me, looking for truthThey're gonna find out soonIf they're following me thenThey're gonna follow You
So let my life speak loud and clearLord, I wanna hear
Well done, well doneI'm gonna chase You, LordI'm gonna show the world Your loveI'll run, I'll runI'm gonna run this raceTo hear You say well done
I'm so glad that I get to serve You, LordYou're the only One I am living forI'm gonna run straight into Your open armsI'm gonna follow You with my all heart
- Moriah Peters "Well Done" 

Remembering

I'm not very good at remembering, every little thing.  I think of it often and hold it close to my heart, but then something new happens and the memory of that other thing drifts apart... so I've been keeping track of all the little things-  the ism's, the noises, the actions you do - so I won't forget when you do something new.

I don't want to forget:

The way you said, "MmmHmmm," to mean yes.  And how now you say "Yeah!" instead.

The way you get so excited about new things - you flap your arms straight up and down while you run and it is the make-me-fall-over-smiling-from-ear-to-ear kind of cute.

The concentration face you make when you're trying really hard

Your appreciation for putting things 'back' where they go...

Even if that means us opening the door and letting you outside because you insisted on putting a special rock that the Fairy (at the Renaissance festival) gave you 'back' outside in the mulch where (duh, momma) rocks belong.

The way you stomp your feet and turn around in little circles grunting when you get mad.

The way you purse your lips together and blow like a motorboat when you get hurt and are trying not to cry.

You sincere affection for music and the pure joy that overcomes you when you get to watch or take part in it.

The way everything (and anything) you touch can turn into a guitar if you just hold it sideways and bounce up and down making the 'neeneenee nee nee nee nee' guitar sounds - including pans, your popcorn popper, spoons, and the broom.

The way you ask me to hold you in my arms while we snuggle in the mornings, rather than just laying next to me.  And the way you cuddle in close and nuzzle my neck when I hold you.

The way you love being outside, and how great you are at throwing a ball.

 

The way you ask to watch "Freppy" (Fresh Beat Band) almost every morning, and how you always without fail, want me to dance with you during the song at the end of the show.

The way you let me hold you in the cradle position like a little baby, and let me sing to you each night - and the way you 'request' certain bedtime songs by saying "no" until I start singing the one you want.

The way you love to dance, bouncing up and down, stomping your feet and clapping your hands while you turn in circles.

dancing to the beat from Bill & Amanda on Vimeo.

The way you love your friends and give them hugs when you see them.

The way you always want to run into church when worship starts so you can sing and dance along.

There are so many things, little bear.  So many -ism's and sounds and actions you do that make you YOU.  And with every one I see and all that I remember it makes me love you that much more.  More than I ever imagined.  I don't want to forget.  I always want to remember, that even though you're growing (much too fast) I will have these memories, these pictures, to help me hold you in my heart as my little baby boy - because that, you will always be, and I will never forget that.

It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown !

Little O had his first experience with a pumpkin the night before halloween.  We don't really celebrate Halloween, but we have decided to do pumpkins as a tradition, and let him dress up too.  As he gets older we'll explain it to him, but for now it's just a fun family day. :)
Anyway, it had gotten all-of-a-sudden freezing here so we decided to do it inside on the kitchen floor.  He was very intrigued at me cutting into the top, and a little worried at first.  He'd grown very fond of his pumpkins - even blowing them kisses as we would leave the house sometimes. :)
He was very eager to get in the action and help!

  

 He did NOT love the slimyness of the guts... he was just fine as long as he had his spoon and/or scooper though! :)

   

 In the above shot, he's got the scooper.  Below, we were trying to get him to reach in there with his bare hand... that's as far as he got.  :)

 At a couple different times he got goo on his foot, and he would just hold it up like that until we did something about it.  It was SO stinkin' cute.  If we waited long enough to take the goo off, he would just continue on about whatever he was doing, leaving his foot suspended in mid-air like that.  HIL.AIR.IOUS.

  

 I think he got tired of me taking pictures of his foot rather than cleaning it off - and decided to try himself :)

 Checking out the cleaned-out pumpkin... and banging it like a drum with the spoon.

 He was getting tired and restless by the time I finished carving the face with a steak knife.. cause the carving one broke.  (PSA: It is NOT easy or safe to carve a pumpkin with a steak knife)
But I asked him to show me his teeth and got this oh-so-adorable grin!

Then we took it outside and put a candle in it..

He thought it was very cool, and kept saying "hot, hot hot hot" and trying to blow on it.  Not because he knows to blow out a candle, but because we tell him his food might be hot and to blow on it.  So anything that is "hot" he blows on. (aside: This includes a hot summer day when we would walk outside and it was hot.  He would start blowing.  When the oven is on (or just the oven light) he blows on it.  When he sees coffee in the coffee pot.  It's cute :) )
Anyway, I tried really hard to get him to sit down next to the pumpkin and cheese again, so I could get a pic with the real camera, but couldn't get the smile, he wanted me to come sit next to him (hence the pointing finger).

The next night we were invited to a Halloween party that Bill's co-worker was throwing, so we headed over there and O got to play with some other kids, pet a guinea pig and trick-or-treat to the 5-6 houses that are the cul-de-sac the couple lived in.  He really enjoyed going from house to house, and even started saying "tik-teet" once he started hearing the other kids saying it!  It was SO cute to hear his little voice say "tik-teet" in his cute little lion costume.  And the joy on his face every time he got to get something in his little bucket.  (Not that he knew what was going in there, he was just happy to have it).  Love the simple joys of toddler-hood.

I just love all these 'firsts' that we're getting to experience with our little bear.  This age is just so perfect to explore new things and see how he reacts to them.  I love, love, love it!