Winding Down
What a summer it's been! It's hard to believe that we're in the midst of school shopping, schedule primping, teacher assignments and dwindling dusk's.
Elliott admitted to me just last night that while he would never go on record saying he was happy summer was ending, he is very much looking forward to the return school. This wonderful acceptance was evident as he read through his "welcome" letter mailed to each of his new teacher's third-grade students. He realized somewhere in the midst of the letter that this would be the year that his classroom is on the 2nd floor of the school... this is huge.
He has done a lot of growing up this summer. I remember thinking, somewhere in those first few weeks of break, that having an 8-year old was going to be the end of me. But just as quickly as that stint of challenging behavior came on, it faded away and I am now left with a peaceful (and somewhat rare) piece of mind knowing that by sticking it out, we've all grown closer in the end. I never get tired of expressing what a neat kid he is.
Noah has been developing at a rapid and oh-so-comical rate this summer. He no longer fears the water, which of course, has mom and dad in a continuous state of panic. He has become very determined in all of his methods of communication; so much that it tends to bring on ultra-sensitive meltdowns when his efforts are misread or simply overlooked. He simply wants to be understood; I wish I could tell him that this will all be conquered by grade school.
While Elliott is our resident dare-devil when it comes to motion and theme park rides, earlier this week we learned that Noah takes after his dad when it comes to certain motion... he found and reclaimed his "Sit & Spin" toy from the basement after breakfast on Monday. About 3 minutes into the fast-paced (and loud) spinning session, he stopped, made a bee-line for the bathroom and proceeded to liberate his stomach from its Honey Nut Cheerios. A straight face was very hard to come by during that whole process; especially when it was all over and he said "I think I'll let the baby have dat toy now..."
Speaking of dat baby, our growing family has a big reason to celebrate. We recently found out that our home will be blessed once again with the birth of a SON (Lord have mercy!) People who know me realize that this isn't all too surprising, but there were a few die-hard's who insisted we need feminine balance (my mother, to name one...). To those I say yes, it would have been fun to see what life with a little girl would have been like, but then again I have a wonderful niece who I just adore and an understanding sister-in-law who will lend her out at a moment's notice if the need for a girl fix arises. Add to that the fact that my sons have been made well aware that I am outnumbered, and as such have been taught a lot about treating mom like gold. Andy has been such a great mentor for them in this regard; don't get me wrong - they're rough and rugged but they are being well taught where the line has been drawn in the arena involving bodily functions, potty talk and use of the facilities.
Just imagine, when I'm in my golden years I'll be surrounded by dotting sons and nervous daughters-in-law... and I'll never have to learn how to french braid. Life is good!
Elliott admitted to me just last night that while he would never go on record saying he was happy summer was ending, he is very much looking forward to the return school. This wonderful acceptance was evident as he read through his "welcome" letter mailed to each of his new teacher's third-grade students. He realized somewhere in the midst of the letter that this would be the year that his classroom is on the 2nd floor of the school... this is huge.
He has done a lot of growing up this summer. I remember thinking, somewhere in those first few weeks of break, that having an 8-year old was going to be the end of me. But just as quickly as that stint of challenging behavior came on, it faded away and I am now left with a peaceful (and somewhat rare) piece of mind knowing that by sticking it out, we've all grown closer in the end. I never get tired of expressing what a neat kid he is.
Noah has been developing at a rapid and oh-so-comical rate this summer. He no longer fears the water, which of course, has mom and dad in a continuous state of panic. He has become very determined in all of his methods of communication; so much that it tends to bring on ultra-sensitive meltdowns when his efforts are misread or simply overlooked. He simply wants to be understood; I wish I could tell him that this will all be conquered by grade school.
While Elliott is our resident dare-devil when it comes to motion and theme park rides, earlier this week we learned that Noah takes after his dad when it comes to certain motion... he found and reclaimed his "Sit & Spin" toy from the basement after breakfast on Monday. About 3 minutes into the fast-paced (and loud) spinning session, he stopped, made a bee-line for the bathroom and proceeded to liberate his stomach from its Honey Nut Cheerios. A straight face was very hard to come by during that whole process; especially when it was all over and he said "I think I'll let the baby have dat toy now..."
Speaking of dat baby, our growing family has a big reason to celebrate. We recently found out that our home will be blessed once again with the birth of a SON (Lord have mercy!) People who know me realize that this isn't all too surprising, but there were a few die-hard's who insisted we need feminine balance (my mother, to name one...). To those I say yes, it would have been fun to see what life with a little girl would have been like, but then again I have a wonderful niece who I just adore and an understanding sister-in-law who will lend her out at a moment's notice if the need for a girl fix arises. Add to that the fact that my sons have been made well aware that I am outnumbered, and as such have been taught a lot about treating mom like gold. Andy has been such a great mentor for them in this regard; don't get me wrong - they're rough and rugged but they are being well taught where the line has been drawn in the arena involving bodily functions, potty talk and use of the facilities.
Just imagine, when I'm in my golden years I'll be surrounded by dotting sons and nervous daughters-in-law... and I'll never have to learn how to french braid. Life is good!
posted by Felecia at Thursday, August 16, 2007
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