I’m drinking my coffee, sitting on the couch. Noah is playing guitar hero, which is awesome because he dances with the guitar and takes it very seriously. (someday I’ll video tape him.)
Anna is coloring with markers that I bought yesterday. Markers that we did not need but they were on sale, so you know, I bought them.
Also, Noah keeps showing me his “really loose tooth!”, which is fun and all but it’s also pretty gross. I’m a good tooth puller, when they’re ready but watching him wiggle and waggle it when it’s not quite ready, especially while eating Honey Nut Cheerios, is just not appetizing.
Brian is home from work today, he just left to “run an errand.” I’m pretty sure this errand has to do with our 11th anniversary which is tomorrow. Brian doesn’t just “run errands.” All of his trips must be tied together to go with another trip, otherwise he’s just being wasteful.
Anyway. Elijah has grown so much this week, I can barely get a handle of it. He’s *thisclose* to rolling over, from back to front, I’m almost 100% sure he’s teething and he plays just like a big boy baby!
So, now he plays in this bouncy thing, that you see above and below, and he actually plays and jumps! He jumps. He’s four month old. Why is he jumping?
Why is he trying to grow up so quickly? My goodness, he was just a teeny, tiny newborn who cried every single minute of the day and now he’s like a toddler going on child going on teenager about to go to college. My heart can hardly take it but also my heart gets so excited at the thought of being lucky enough to watch him grow up.
Yesterday, he was playing on his floor gym, you know, actually PLAYING and he moves all around. I’m not sure what I was doing, probably doing laundry or cutting fruit or marinating steak but really I was on twitter when I looked down at him and saw that he was lying perfectly still. I thought for sure he was going to fall asleep like this but then I thought maybe he’s scared of the crazy-armed monster that was sitting on his face. You know, reacting like we do when we see a snake.
I even had time to grab my camera and lay down on the floor and take pictures of him. The whole time he’s saying, without moving his lips “put the camera down and save me, woman.”
By the way, when I see a snake, I run. Really fast. Except it’s not really a run, it’s more like a hobble and a wobble and then I’d eventually fall and get eaten by the snake.
God, I hate snakes.
So, anyway….he’s bouncing and playing but he doesn’t last long, just a few minutes. Before I know it, he’s doing this.
Yes, I realize this shot is out of focus. What kind of mother would I be to have a focused shot of her sweet child crying?
So, I just make noises and dance around like a crazy person so he’ll forget all of his worries.
So, let’s summarize:
Noah, guitar hero. Anna, coloring. Brian, trying to be sneaky. Eli, growing. Me, scared of snakes.
By the way, Brian just called and said he was going to get a haircut while he was out. Told you.
Happy Weekend, friends.