August 16, 2015 by thegreatwideopenblog
Tomorrow is the first day of the kids’ fall semester. If only it were the first day of fall weather too. With the exception of early mornings, Blair and I have been enjoying these summer months from the comfort of air-conditioned places. Davis, on the other hand, has spent most of his summer outside, no matter the temperature. He loves swimming, the zoo, riding his bike, playgrounds, throwing rocks anywhere, playing in dirt, picnics and “working”. He’s been helping Daddy in the yard this summer and making money to save up for things.
He’s the funniest guy I know. He loves playing tricks on people, calling people by the wrong name, and he inadvertently makes a stink eye when he’s embarrassed. You know that feeling you get when it is entirely too quiet in the house and you know there is a 3-year-old somewhere getting into something? Luckily for me, Davis is usually just trying to put on his Daddy’s clothes:
We finally got him into swimming lessons this summer. He has always loved swimming but it’s always been in the comfort of his amazing floaty thing that keeps him alive the entire time. So the first couple of days of lessons were rough. (Not to mention that packing [and remembering] his swim stuff and getting him to these lessons by 5:30 every day was pretty much the great struggle of my life so far.) Here is a picture from the first day:
But after those first couple of days, swim lessons were almost the only thing he wanted to talk about. On the way there, he would beg me to drive faster. Here he is on the last day:
My favorite things he says right now are:
Decuz = Because
Ta-tend = Pretend
Oooze = Use
Stangs = Things
He also shortens the names of the Ninja Turtles (which he is completely obsessed with even though he has never even watched a Ninja Turtle movie). So his favorite, Donatello is Donnie; Michaelangelo is Mikey; Leonardo is Leo; and Raphael is sometimes Raphie. I love him so much it hurts.
Having a baby should come with a free dental plan from the government, ya know? I’ve been clenching my teeth so hard from the cuteness that is Blair Bear that I’m afraid my teeth will fall out soon. She has been gaining weight like a boss and jabbering in the cutest girlie voice you’ve ever heard. The short walk from our front door to the car makes her cheeks turn bright red. When she cries for more than 10 seconds, her face breaks out into a rash. She’s not impressed with food at all and loves pulling hair.