Conscrete

I just finished tucking my precious children into bed after attending an An Dochas concert.
I've taken Lucas the past 3 years and the year before that in utero. Every year he's loved it. As we waited for the concert to begin, he sat wide-eyed and smashing his hands over his ears and munching an apple,while Abrianna visited with Danielle ( a friend whom I've known since her babyhood).
The light dimmed and music came on way too loud- I don't think I've ever attended a concert where the volume wasn't loud. Abrianna jumped in fright and began to wail. Only mommy would do now. Lucas scrunched as close to me as he could get without getting out of his seat.
Then the Irish cloggers came leaping onto the stage, looking like so many puppets who's legs are controlled by strings. Now Lucas was fascinated. The hands came off the ears and he perched on the armrest leaning forward with interest.
Abrianna didn't share Lucas' enthusiasm. She clung to me, pressing her little head to my chest. I placed a hand over her ear and she quickly journeyed to the land of knod where she remained for the remainder of our time there.
I left about 9:00. The concert was supposed to last until 10:00. Way too late for little kids needing their rest.
After getting everybody ready for bed, I asked Lucas what he wanted to tell Jesus that he was thankful for today. He said, "the concrete!" "What is the concrete?" I wondered. Then it dawned on me, "Do you mean the concert?" "Yes, the conscrete!"
Then he kept telling me wanted to go back and asking if I was going back when I left his room. "No" I assured him. I wasn't going back to the "concrete or conscrete" whichever you prefer.

Diva?

I'm certainly not encouraging primping. Anybody who knows me, knows that's really low on my priority list. This morning my hair was absolutely wild- guess I can't go to bed with wet hair now that its so short. I brushed it and slapped on a head band. While sitting on the floor reading to my kids, Abrianna noticed it. Plucking it off, I handed it to her. The following pictures document what ensued.

Gotta make sure it's just right...

Doesn't it look like she's primping in these pictures?
( sorry Auntie Jen, there's a difference between girls and boys from the get go)

Look at me! I'm a BIG girl!

The fastest way to put a big grin on my girl's face is for her to do a big kid thing. Brother is sleeping and she wanted to wear his helmet. Do you think she's pleased or what?

Buddies

There has been a paradigm shift ( if that's what its called). Lucas and Abrianna are great buddies since last week. He seems to think of her as a little person instead of a little pest now that she's got her feet under her and is walking.
They're so adorable, laughing and giggling, even semi-sharing toys. I'm so happy! I was beginning to think that I'd have to run interference forever.

The Dove

We were out enjoying a walk in the warm spring-like weather this afternoon. Abrianna was playing in the grass and Lucas swinging on the swing in the park, when, lo and behold a dove landed on the top pole of the swing set.
Initially, Lucas had a hard time figuring out where we were pointing. Then the dove fluttered to the ground and started poking around. Lucas wanted down to try and touch it. Turns out this dove had a band on it foot and was very tame. Lucas was within a half an inch of touching it multiple times.
Okay, so if its so tame, I decided that I would catch it and let my kids pet it.
It wasn't difficult to catch. Lucas was thrilled to pet it but Abrianna acted afraid. I let go shortly after wards because I though Jasper was going to take a chunk out if it. He didn't, but we had to keep calling him off and telling him no.
What a nice change for our walk.

Imagination.

Lucas has a vivid imagination. He was telling, me when he grows up like his daddy that he'll open the door for daddy, and he'll take daddy for walks in the stroller or take him outside in the back yard. Or best yet, he'll let his daddy ride his "motorcycle."

I guess that may be true. When Rick's an old man, Lucas probably will take him for walks in the "stroller" and open doors and take him outside too.Maybe he's just foretelling the future.

We're still working on the order things happen in life. I explained to him that we start out as babies, then grow to be little boys/girls/ than bigger boys/girls/ then maybe get married and have our own babies.

This afternoon we walked to the store and back. Lucas was coasting down an hill when something happened and the next thing we know he splatted on the pavement.

When I was talking to him tonight in his room, he was telling me about his day. He told me he'd crashed and that is "wasn't very nice!" then, "I'm going to spank the rock!"
His conclusion was that the rock caused him to hurt his knee. If he hurts others he gets in trouble/disciplined, so the rock must need to be disciplined too.

More words

I was carrying Abrianna on my hip when Rick walked the door. Abrianna enthusiastically waved and said, "hi da!" That's a 2 word sentence and she's only 10 months old! I'm a proud mommy!