Wednesday, July 23, 2014
August likes tummy time, if you keep your face down next to him, so he can see you. He holds his head up high, so he look around. He prefers lying on his back, though- and dislikes being reclined in someone's lap! He's always trying to pull himself forward to sitting.
He wants to sit up by himself so badly, and gets frustrated that I try to lean him against things.
He also loves to stand up, and locks his little knees so he can stand up on our laps and smile around.
He talks and smiles constantly- and even laughs with gasping little squeals. It's hard to get him to laugh like that, though! He isn't very ticklish yet, but occasionally I can get a laugh out of him that way. His favorite game though is patty-cake. He laughs and squeals, coos and talks. He is constantly making the sounds, "Hiiii!" "Hey!" so it really sounds like he's trying to say something!
When he is sad, he likes when I sing or whistle and calms down.
He still never, ever cries unless he's hurt. The worst is when he has a painful burp he can't get out. He sticks his little bottom lip put in the saddest, cutest pout and cries. He grunts so often that people constantly ask, "Are you working on getting something out?" but he's usually not. He's just grunty. He doesn't ever cry when he wakes up, just whimpers a little for a few minutes- and then puts himself right back to sleep. Because of that, he's been sleeping about 8 hours in a row at night, sometimes going 10 hours between meals!
He sucks on his hands and fingers constantly, with the funniest little slurping noises. You can hear him sucking away at his fingers from other rooms! And he likes to hold fistfuls of fabric, be it his blanket, burpcloth or the clothes of the people holding him.
We love this calm, happy little boy. He's the best, nicest boy ever.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
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Well, it's been over a week since we arrived back home, and probably time for me to stop day dreaming about lakes and get back to my desert reality. I think my little family might have to take a hike in the mountains this weekend, so I can remember to appreciate Utah again. But until then, here are
a few SO MANY more pictures from Minnesota. Because our trip was dreamy and perfect and my family is my favorite family. So this is part two. Part one (if you recall) was my Dad's side of the family and wedding festivities.
Part two is our week at the lake house "up north." It was chillier than usual for mid-July, but it was still perfect. In fact, the excess of clouds lent to extra-beautiful photos, so I can't complain.
Hold on to your hats, people. Here's a lot of lakeside:
Fishing off the dock is perfect for kids, because all you have to do is cast out, reel it in, and there's almost always a little fishy hanging off your hook. So you take him off, throw him back, and do it again.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Pictures from the week. They're not as lovely or exciting as pictures from Minnesota- but they're life. Back to normal.
Friday, July 18, 2014
Conversations from over three weeks, since we've been so crazy lately and there have been five days when I didn't see my boys at all (Roadtrip with Daddy!) but there are still some gems in there.
Meeting so many new relatives this week, my kids were often asked, What's your name? Who are you? or Which boy are you?
Micah's response every time was "I'm Micah Dave Pitcher, I'm three."
And if I asked Grey to introduce himself by prompting, What's your name? Who are you? or Tell them your name.
He would glare at me defiantly and say, "You already know my name."
"Tell them," I would say.
"You tell them. You know it."
Touche, Grey. I certainly do.
Grey has also developed the habit of looking people up and down, possibly pinching their arms a little and announcing, "You're a little bit fat, aren't you?" Which is really cute when he says it in a baby voice to August, and really horrifying when he says it matter-of-factly to adult women.
Travis: When I get home, we'll go somewhere fun. Where do you want to go?
Grey: Grandma Polly's swimming pool!
Travis: Your grandma doesn't have a swimming pool.
Grey: She does! She bought a little one just for me!
Me: Your face is so dirty! What were you rubbing it on?
Micah: I got some pee on my shirt! Oh, never mind. It's just a little wet.
Grey: I love pretzels!
Grandma: Do you know who else loves pretzels? Your mom! She just stole one of mine. Do you want to bring her some more?
Grey: Hmm. No. She just had one.
Micah: A bug just went right in my penis.
Me: I don't think that really happened.
Micah: It did happen, Mom! It's true! A bug did it!
Grey: Do you want some of my chicken? It has sausage in it. Mmm, ham!
Micah: I got a fish, I got a fish! Oh my goodness gracious!
Micah: I got my life jacket. I got my penis buckle.
Grey: I got an idea. What is THAT on your face?
Chelsea: Makeup, do you want some?
Grey: Hmm. Maybe.
Micah: I do NOT.
Micah: You can't stop me! I have powers to squirt milk at you!
Grey: I got a crazy idea! I can call Grandma Marcie GREAT GRANDMA! Haha!
Micah: Get me some milk!
Grandma: What do I look like? The milk lady?
Micah: Yes. You are the milk lady and my mom is the milk lady and she makes milk. And grandpa is the milk Grandpa.
Micah: I'm building a house. What are you doing?
Micah: You're just doing nothing? That's dumb.
Travis: when we stop for lunch I will buy you a ball!
Micah: A blue big ball?
Travis: yeah if that's what you want
Micah: so I can HIT you in the face!
Micah: I'm not mad at you, I'm just stressed out.
Grey: Does August need to go to sleep?
Me: No. He wants his breakfast.
Grey: And his breakfast is made of all breast milk.
Micah: Oh my goodness, I LOVE HAM!
Me: Grey, your underwear are on backwards.
Grey: I want them backwards! But they do hurt me a little bit.
Micah: Poof, what do you need? Poof! What do you need?
Me: Are you the genie?
Micah: No. You are. Make me a prince!
Grandma: How many pieces of candy do you need?
Grey: Three and then six.
Micah: I will read you this digger book.
Elanor: No. Let's play ballet.
Me: I think you guys have conflicting interests. The boys don't care about ballet and you don't care about diggers.
Micah: I DO care about diggers, Mom! I DO care about diggers!
Sonja: You're like a circus act!
Hazel: I'm not a circus pot!
Grey: I'm not a chicken pot either!
Grey: Are you just shaving your face?
Me: No. I don't shave my face, only men do.
Grey: Sometimes you do.
Me: Nope. Girls don't shave their faces.
Grey: That's alright, Mom. Someday you can do it.
Micah: I'm a little bit big and a little bit little.
Grey: I can't how!
Me: You can do it. It makes me angry when you say you can't do things.
Me: You have strong legs and arms to move and a good brain for thinking.
Micah: And you have breasts for making milk.
Grey: My brain is all gone!
Me: If your brain was gone, you couldn't talk or think.
Micah: My brain is not gone. It's all filled up with gas so it can go and think and I can do lots of things.
Grey: Well, my brain is empty!
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Our trip to Minnesota consisted of two parts. Part One was spending time with Dad's side of the family, which was gathered for my uncle Matt's wedding. It was so wonderful to all be together after so long. None of my aunts, uncles, or cousins had ever met my kids- and many of them hadn't even met Travis! Since my parents no longer live in Minnesota, the last time I was home was 5 summers ago.
My beautiful cousin Maggie was so good with August! Every time we saw her, she scooped him up and kept him, even changing his diapers and putting him to sleep.
And my husband recently acquired that beautiful film camera. He took lots of pictures of my family. I'm excited to get it developed and see how the photos turned out!
My beautiful sistercousins. For many years during my childhood, we lived next door to these girls and spent all day, every day together. I've missed them so much while living in Utah.
August was beloved and passed around by all.
And Micah found inside himself a tree-climber. He really embraced his new favorite talent.