Pumpkin Patch

Lately

Illness. Travelling. Hospital visits. Chasing a toddler. Selling real estate. Being 7 months pregnant. Trying to maintain order as chaos descends on our house. These are my excuses for not blogging. Don't worry, we've been staying plenty busy though these last few months. I sure hope to take more pictures now that it's Fall and the family fun activities are on the rise.

NAP LOVES to brush his teeth.

After buying 2 ranges in one month, we had a nice cardboard selection. We played for weeks (literally) in this box. We decorated it with crayons and stickers. Daddy made windows. This box is currently in time out in the dining room, as Nash likes to move it and moving a box of this size causes some issues. Maybe it will make another appearance before it hits the recycling bin.

The dogs near the box. They like to go inside too.

Even Mommy plays in the box!

Sweet Nashie.

Peek-a-boo!

As good as the Mommy/Nash pics get.

Lounging in the rocker, reading books. We find him in this spot frequently.

More book reading.

Telling Grandma and Grandpa what he's been up to.

Grandma was very surprised by all of that talking!

Helping Daddy in Dos' room. It's always fun and safe to use power tools before two years of age.

Just like that.

As a side, I promise this kid wears pants. Usually I am too lazy after nap to put them back on until KP comes home and takes Nash outside. We must take a lot of pics between nap and evening. Hmmm.

NAP: 20 Months

Dear Nash,

TWENTY (months)! That's OLD. How did this happen?

You are growing so quickly. Since recovering from several bouts of illness, you have been eating like a horse. When you wake up, your first word is "food." You ask for food at least 10 times a day. You are still a very picky eater--no vegetables, very few grains, no pasta, no rice, and now no milk, at all. We even tried chocolate milk. No dice. So, in the mornings you have V8 (fruit/veggie mix) and we get some calcium in with lactose-free yogurt, but it's getting tricky to get you proper nutrition. You do eat fruit like it's going out of style, spoon fulls of peanut butter, chicken, meatballs, and cake. See, I lied and told you that anything sweet is cake. Now you walk around demanding "more cake," and it's so cute I don't want to correct you.

You are starting to like school more. You still melt when we drop you off, but by the time I come to get you, you are happily playing on the playground and have lots to tell me. Speaking of telling lots, boy do you talk. Most of the time we have no idea what you are saying still. I can decipher more than other people. You don't care. You talk, and talk, and talk. When you see someone you haven't seen in a few hours or days or weeks, you chat with them and tell them all about what you've been up to. Every day when Daddy comes home you reflect on our day. It's adorable!

You climb on everything. I have heard that you have to be reminded lots not to climb at school. You still love to read. We recently were given a bunch of new books from your cousins. You found one in particular that you love and you mandate that we read it several times a day. After that, you go page by page naming the baby animals. I love that you call that little horse a foal. Smart boy.

You still love outside, taunting your dogs, throwing all of the shampoo bottles in the bathtub, Elmo, Yo Gabba Gabba, brushing your teeth, cardboard boxes, helping, music, dancing, and spinning until you are dizzy.

All this moving means you are also sleeping well. You go down between 8 and 8:30 and sleep until 6:30 or 7. Then you take anywhere between 2 and 3 hours for a nap. Many times you kick me out of your room after I put you in your crib by blowing kisses and saying, "Bye!"

Little boy, we are about to change your life drastically with this little sister. Twenty months means we are one month closer to that day. I hope you adjust well. I hope I have enough love, time, and patience to spread. I hope you don't feel left out. I hope you feel that my love for you is infinate and that nothing will ever change that.

Love,

Mom