A Week in Review

Master I

Isaiah is doing really well at basketball.  It is so fun to watch to him play.  I remember watching my older brothers play and praying for them that they would win.  I literally remember pleading with God to help them to win the game while I had knots in my stomach.  I even remember fantasizing that Coach Barker would turn to me,   put me in the game, and that I would win the game for my brother's team.    Now, just years later, I feel the same excitement, fear, and hope as I watch my own boy play.  Only I don't fantasize about the coach putting me in the game.

Rachel's stories from the week

I took Rachel to see the violin store.  She loves the violin.  I remember when she was really young she looked at one and said quietly, but with longing, "That is my favorite."  Ever since then I have wanted to put her in lessons to see if it really would be a love of hers on not just something she said one day.  So far, she has consistently loved the violin.

I told Rachel the other day, "You are my angel."  She furrowed her eyebrows together and said, "I am not an angel!  Look at my back, "she said while showing me her back.  "I don't got any wings.  I am not an angel.   We need to go to the store to get me some wings."

After going out to do an activity together we came home for naps. I thought that Rachel followed me up the stairs but she didn't.  I waited for her to come up, but she was totally silent and didn't come up for a while. Finally, I called downstairs for her to come up.  She said, "Okay, but I was starving for this."  Then it all clicked...the prolonged silence downstairs, her not coming to me.  She found a treat.  She appeared in my room holding 2 large slices of banana bread  and repeated herself emphatically, "I was starving for this!"

Yesterday Rachie wanted to wear my coat and walk around the house.  She had a lot of fun, but I got worried that she was going to get it dirty so I asked if I could take it off of her.  She said, "No!  I was starving for this!"

William

Here is racing up the stairs and looking back at me with a big smile because he knows he is doing something naughty.  He loves that I chase after him.  He goes for those stairs at top speed and then smiles at me.

Unfortunately, he got a lot quicker this week.  I took him  downstairs to the kitchen with me and started talking to Rach about something.   In not time at all he raced out of my room and up the stairs.  When I realized he wasn't with me and went searching for him.  Luckily, I got to him before he fell all the way down.  He fell down maybe 3 stairs. The sickening thud of him banging against the step and seeing his somersault down the stairs was enough to scare me into being extra careful.


"Mister Twister" is the perfect baby.  Well, for me anyway.  He is so happy as long as I am holding him.  He loves my affection and attention.  However, he is also happy to play on his own and is an active, curious boy.  He started walking and standing at 10 months.  He is active, yet cuddly--the perfect combination.