Life has been crazy busy lately – in good ways, finally – and I’ve had one or more little child around many of these past few days.
But how fast things change; you take a few days away from WordPress, for example, which I didn’t intend to do, and come back to find everything looking different.
Same thing with the grandkids. Look away for a moment, and when you look back, they’re bigger, smarter, funnier and cuter.
Jude is a tall lanky boy as he approaches 7 next week. Suddenly he’s, well, big. He can hold a mature conversation one minute, then act like a goob the next. We adore him.
Sylvia turned 2 on the 14th and the family had a big rowdy party on the 15th. You can see how much better Mother is looking in this party picture with Baby Silas. And maybe you can’t tell, but we can all see that Silas favors our side of the family. Jude and Syl are Brent made over, but smiley Siley looks like his mom. He also talks and belly laughs – and refuses to stop growing in fast-motion, even though we tell him to stop that!
Sylvia’s party theme was Abby Cadabby, so she, Annabelle and their friend Samantha wore fairy wings, just like Abby.
Annabelle was perfect at Sylvia’s party – she didn’t try to grab one present and was still singing “Happy birthday to Sivvie” yesterday. (She calls Sylvia “Sivvie” and Sivvie calls her “Bear” for Belle. They both call Luke “Yukey” and Baby Silas “Baby SI-as.” But they can both say “Jude” quite plainly. And they talk nonstop.)
As Liz and I shot the other Father’s Day photos, I got some cute ones of Syl holding Si, which I have to share – just one, but indulge me.
John and I kept Annabelle and master Luke Monday and Tuesday (and half a day Friday). Annabelle reminds me so of her daddy at that age – and she cracks me up constantly. Her vocabulary is at the exponential growth stage, and I adore hearing her use adverbs correctly. She’s also very, very dramatic and uses stage-worthy gestures.
Luke is a sweet potato – happy and easy and funny, too.
But he’s started fighting sleep like a heavy-weight contender. Yesterday afternoon his eyes would roll shut at the first few bars of a Beatles’ song (“I’ve Just Seen a Face” and “Eight Days a Week” were the songs du jour), but let me try to move to off “Lolly’s bouncy ball,” as Jude used to call it, and he wasn’t having it.
Oh, well, you can’t win them all. But we did hit the cute grandkid jackpot.