Time flies by so fast. I can't believe my firstborn is two and a half. I can't believe my newborn is six weeks. Things go even faster when you are in the middle of a contested adoption. They continue to speed up if you work at a church around Easter. I decided I'd write down some of the precious things my boys are doing. I need to record them before they fade away from memory.
Needless to say, everything from this point forward will be sort of random. Most of this will also be about Garrett as Matthew spends most of his time eating, sleeping, and pooping. Just because he doens't get as much space on this blog doesn't mean that we (more specifically I) love him any less.
* Garrett's been sleeping in a big boy bed for quite a while now. When he first started, he'd insist that either Lori or I join him for nap time. We would have to lay on the floor while he lay in his bed. Occasionally on a day off or a lazy Saturday, I'd get to have a nap as well, right there on Garrett's floor. One day I woke up to find Garrett burying me in all his stuffed animals. Apparently he thought I needed some furry friends.
* More on my sweet boy. Every night Lori or I sing Garrett a song (or two, or three) before we leave him alone in his room. Often we sing Jesus loves me, additionally I sing him Amazing Grace quite regularly. The other day I came down for breakfast and Garrett started softly singing, "Amazing Grace how sweet how sweet. . . " I asked him if he was singing Amazing Grace. He nodded and replied, "I'm singing for my daddy." I love that boy.
* A couple of nights ago, after we had all gone to bed Garrett decided it wasn't yet time to call it a night. So, he let himself out of the room and went downstairs to visit our Golden Retriever. His visiting grandparents heard the noise and went upstairs to find the boy having a conversation with the only other member of the house who was awake. He did the same thing just this morning. I wonder what they're up to. Perhaps the canine and the toddler are planning on staging a coup?
* Garrett hates it when I leave in the mornings. This of course makes me hate leaving as well. When I finally tear myself away, Garrett insists on sitting in the bay window facing the front of the house. He makes sure I wave to him as I drive off to work. Usually, he waves to me as well. It's one the best and worst images of the day.
* Matthew has started to smile. Additionally, he is starting to make some of the cutest little noises. I love that he is starting to interact with us. I can't wait to see his little personality develop.
* Garrett loves the Garbage truck. He calls it the trash truck. On Wednesday mornings he sits in the aforementioned bay window and watches the trash truck drive up and down the street picking up all the neighbors trash. He loves it. That is, until the trash truck picks up our trash. Then he gets mad. Apparently he thinks the garbage man is stealing our trash.
* More on the trash man. The other day, Garrett joined me as I took our animals (cat & dog) to the vet to get their shots up to date. On the way there we passed a garbage truck. Garrett happily commented on the Garbage truck in the lane next to us. Yes Garrett that is a trash truck, I informed him. Garrett smiled, then firmly declared, "Give me back my trash, trash man."
The kid has issues.
* About a week or so ago Garrett and Matthew were taking a bath together. Garrett sat in the back of the tub, while Matthew's baby tub was in the front part of the tub. As I was washing Garrett's hair, Matthew decided to empty his bladder. A stream of yellow ickiness arced from my youngest son, raining down on my toddler. Quickly I moved to cover Matthew's boyness with a washcloth to stop the horror. Only Garrett didn't think it was a horror. He thought it was hilarious. He laughed and cackeld and wouldn't stop. I was stupified. I had narrowly avoided being christened by my infant son and I thought it was gross. Garrett, I asked, do you think its funny that Matthew went potty on you? "Yes!" the toddler replied still laughing.
Like I said, issues.
* BTW, Garrett has a nick-name he gave to himself. He often refers to himself as "Echo." I think its hilarious but I've warned him, watch out our you're going to be Echo the rest fo your life. I suppose there are worse things to be called.
I'll have to record some more memories soon. I guess that will be all for the moment. Of course many more have been recorded for me at my wife's blog: familyfishbowl.blogspot.com
Needless to say, everything from this point forward will be sort of random. Most of this will also be about Garrett as Matthew spends most of his time eating, sleeping, and pooping. Just because he doens't get as much space on this blog doesn't mean that we (more specifically I) love him any less.
* Garrett's been sleeping in a big boy bed for quite a while now. When he first started, he'd insist that either Lori or I join him for nap time. We would have to lay on the floor while he lay in his bed. Occasionally on a day off or a lazy Saturday, I'd get to have a nap as well, right there on Garrett's floor. One day I woke up to find Garrett burying me in all his stuffed animals. Apparently he thought I needed some furry friends.
* More on my sweet boy. Every night Lori or I sing Garrett a song (or two, or three) before we leave him alone in his room. Often we sing Jesus loves me, additionally I sing him Amazing Grace quite regularly. The other day I came down for breakfast and Garrett started softly singing, "Amazing Grace how sweet how sweet. . . " I asked him if he was singing Amazing Grace. He nodded and replied, "I'm singing for my daddy." I love that boy.
* A couple of nights ago, after we had all gone to bed Garrett decided it wasn't yet time to call it a night. So, he let himself out of the room and went downstairs to visit our Golden Retriever. His visiting grandparents heard the noise and went upstairs to find the boy having a conversation with the only other member of the house who was awake. He did the same thing just this morning. I wonder what they're up to. Perhaps the canine and the toddler are planning on staging a coup?
* Garrett hates it when I leave in the mornings. This of course makes me hate leaving as well. When I finally tear myself away, Garrett insists on sitting in the bay window facing the front of the house. He makes sure I wave to him as I drive off to work. Usually, he waves to me as well. It's one the best and worst images of the day.
* Matthew has started to smile. Additionally, he is starting to make some of the cutest little noises. I love that he is starting to interact with us. I can't wait to see his little personality develop.
* Garrett loves the Garbage truck. He calls it the trash truck. On Wednesday mornings he sits in the aforementioned bay window and watches the trash truck drive up and down the street picking up all the neighbors trash. He loves it. That is, until the trash truck picks up our trash. Then he gets mad. Apparently he thinks the garbage man is stealing our trash.
* More on the trash man. The other day, Garrett joined me as I took our animals (cat & dog) to the vet to get their shots up to date. On the way there we passed a garbage truck. Garrett happily commented on the Garbage truck in the lane next to us. Yes Garrett that is a trash truck, I informed him. Garrett smiled, then firmly declared, "Give me back my trash, trash man."
The kid has issues.
* About a week or so ago Garrett and Matthew were taking a bath together. Garrett sat in the back of the tub, while Matthew's baby tub was in the front part of the tub. As I was washing Garrett's hair, Matthew decided to empty his bladder. A stream of yellow ickiness arced from my youngest son, raining down on my toddler. Quickly I moved to cover Matthew's boyness with a washcloth to stop the horror. Only Garrett didn't think it was a horror. He thought it was hilarious. He laughed and cackeld and wouldn't stop. I was stupified. I had narrowly avoided being christened by my infant son and I thought it was gross. Garrett, I asked, do you think its funny that Matthew went potty on you? "Yes!" the toddler replied still laughing.
Like I said, issues.
* BTW, Garrett has a nick-name he gave to himself. He often refers to himself as "Echo." I think its hilarious but I've warned him, watch out our you're going to be Echo the rest fo your life. I suppose there are worse things to be called.
I'll have to record some more memories soon. I guess that will be all for the moment. Of course many more have been recorded for me at my wife's blog: familyfishbowl.blogspot.com
