This is Sawyer Pants.

(Full disclosure:  I have made up a song entitled "Sawyer Pants."  It is super silly and I will not tell you what it says.  The lyrics include the word "booger," much to my mother's dismay.)

He likes food, especially bananas and oatmeal.

He likes sleep, definitely all night.

He likes Pablo and Lucy, and with remarkable intensity (and dexterity) likes to bop them on the head in affection.

He likes kicking his arms and legs with delight when Durel walks into the room.

He likes the inchworm/Army crawl thing that he's currently mastering.  He's fast, you guys.  And he is so happy to be moving that he shrieks with delight as he inch-inch-inches his way around the house.

He looks damn good in stripes, which makes my preppy heart happy.

Hope you know that life is good today.

Talk soon,
Heather

catching our collective breath

You guys.  The past month has been totally ridonkulous.

Here are the highlights:

Durel and I went to ACL.  

We had three day passes because we are nothing if not ambitious.  We got babysitters and cash and went to HAVE SOME FUN, PEOPLE.  We drank beer, saw music, people watched, ate awesome food, slogged through mud, got tired of slogging through mud, and left early to go see a movie.  That might make us old, but it also makes us happy.  

In other news, we've decided that we are now "one day pass" people.  I think it's a sign of maturity.

Bright eyes, full hearts, can't handle that much mud.

Sawyer started sitting up.  

We had been wondering when SawDog would deign to sit up in our presence.  He seemed quite happy to roll everywhere he wanted to go.  I really think he just didn't feel like sitting up.  But then, he decided to throw us a bone in the form of a developmental milestone.  He's thoughtful like that.

This will also [drumroll] signal his transition from a Lamb to a Duck at school!  And that means that crawling and sippy cups are in our near future.  Apparently, I am in a time warp.  

How YOU doin'?

SickFest 2014 happened.

Sawyer had a yucky virus where he coughed a heartbreaking amount.

Jack had a yucky virus where he projectile vomited everywhere.

Sometimes motherhood is harder than law school.

Soccer stars emerged.

Last weekend, at Jack's soccer game, he and his teammates lined up, three kids across, to protect their goal from the oncoming opposing team.

I almost fainted.

They've learned how to play soccer, people.  And they are FOUR YEARS OLD.  And, they're damn cute.

Though they are really in it for the snacks.

Here's hoping you get a snack today.

Talk soon,

Heather

Toys, Toys, Toys

So, when your baby is tiny and immobile, you get used to it.  In the beginning, you can swaddle them and lay them down wherever you want.  They won't move.  (Far from meaning that this is easy to take care of them at this point, it's quite hard.  FYI.)

Flashback:  One month old in the beloved bouncy chair.  Not moving, by the way.

Then, you reach the point where they start to roll around.  This is pretty easy to deal with.  You've had months to prepare.  You need to be more careful where you put them, but you can be sure that there will be no fingers in sockets.  You can't reach those just by rolling.  So, keeping the baby in the room with you is safe.  Just keep an eye out.

Flashback:  7 months old.  Sitting, rolling, thumb sucking.

Jack has introduced us to the Wild World of Crawling.  I promise to post some action pics when he gets really good at it, but right now he's doing something that we've nicknamed the Zombie Crawl.  He lays on the floor and uses one arm to pull himself forward.  Legs aren't doing much; other arm isn't doing much.  I give him points for creativity and sheer determination.  And mobility.

Today, Jack showed me that he (1) knows where we keep the toys, and (2) wanted a different one than he currently had in his floorscape.

Mom, I want a new toy.

Are you going to help me, or take pictures?

Yes!  Doggie!  (Thanks, Carrie!)

Awesome.

I did it!

Yup.  Time flies when you're having fun.

Hope this finds you well.

Heather