Sunday, August 15, 2004
My sister's boys
I haven't written much of anything this week. It's not that I haven't wanted to write, but at the end of the day, when I usually write, I have been just too tired to focus on it. Why I am so tired? Here are the reasons:
Reason #1: Max, 2 years, 11 months. AKA Mr. Max, or the Little Dictator.
A smart, funny, perpetual-motion machine. Likes dinosaurs, making up unique versions of songs, ice cream, the zoo, testing limits, splashing around in the pool.
Who knew that one small boy could wrap my mother so tightly around his little finger?
Reason #2: Reed, 10 months. AKA Boo.
A quiet, observant, easygoing baby. Likes raspberries (eating and blowing), tupperware containers, drooling, being bounced up and down (especially if accompanied by funny sounds).
Who knew that a baby could do the breaststroke on the floor... and move so quickly while flat on his belly?
My parents, my sister Melanie, and her boys arrived in Seattle on Tuesday. They left today. After some rest, housecleaning and laundry, I'll write some more. I do have lots of material.