This blog is dedictated to our son, Zander.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

This and That and Then Some

Believe it or not, this is post #150 for this here blog, which began back in May 2005 when Zander was born. Blog-o-versary is May 22 to be precise (which we rarely have time for here at Zeebob blog). It's been a wild four years!

May 15, 2005

Zander has recently grown in some indefinable but unmistakable fashion. The best way I can describe it is that his reasoning and communication has matured, which sounds bland. Maybe his sense of time passing is better? He's been going through the terrible threes this past winter and it has been a nonstop fight along the lines of "the sky is NOT blue." Ridiculous. I could never say the right thing to him. I had to trick or coerce him into anything I wanted him to do. We had 178 fights each day. Exhausting. This past week, he seems suddenly less argumentative. I try very hard to not automatically approach him in a combative mood and when I am successful, he responds like a normal person rather than an angst-ridden toddler.

He's a boy now. That's what this all really means.

He did this to himself.

My neighbor said her son, who is about a year older, seemed cured of the terrible threes all at once on his fourth birthday. I had my doubts. But Zander will be four in two days. There is hope!

Can I take my nap now?

Ellie is two months old this week. She smiles big toothless grins. She likes to "talk." Loves to have her diaper changed. Dislikes having her clothes changed. She watches us eat, shoving a fist in her mouth (I count this as mimicry rather than interest). She really enjoys being sung to. Still has trouble falling asleep without being held and rocked, or staying asleep without being attached to someone's body heat.

She enjoys sitting in her bouncer for brief spells, watching the dangling critters. In the past few days she has realized her hands can do things and she's been brushing them (mostly just the right one) against faces or toys held nearby.

Ready to get his luscious locks chopped.

We tried to sign Zander up for peewee soccer two days before it started. The woman at the township office was astonished. All but laughed at me. If it's so damn popular why don't they have more teams?

Weekend naps are the best.

Elinor's hair still sticks straight up.