Van-versations 212

I've just picked up Nathan and his little friend Dani from kindergarten.  They are enthusiastically talking to me about class.  Then Nathan announces with a very animated face, in a very authoritative tone of voice:

"Didja know?  Mrs. [teacher] *doesn't* live in her classroom."


Hahahahahaha!  He then followed it up, with the same air of importance, to tell me that she actually goes *home* after school.  To which Dani pipes up that she goes to the front office first.  Then she goes home.  Too cute.

Carterbug

Carter Scott Wilson was blessed at 2 months old, on March 7th.  I wish I had had the presence of mind to take pictures of the family that came and shared this special day with us.  We had Grandma and Grandpa Wilson, Ana, and three of her kids--Melvin, Emily Jo, and Gracie.  It was a wonderful weekend!

Carter has grown so much, and we love his smiles and laughs.  Here are some updated photos of our little chunky monkey:

Futbol

So.  Rob and I are watching Bryce and Jeffrey at soccer practice.  We can't tell what position Jeffrey is playing, and we're talking about it while we watch what he's doing on the field.  While Rob and I are talking, Nathan is toeing the dirt next to us, rubbing his shoes into the dirt to make designs, seemingly oblivious to our conversation.

Me:  I'm not sure.  He could be playing fullback.  Is he playing fullback?  Is he playing halfback?  I just can't tell.  He certainly looks like he's playing defense.  I think he's playing fullback. 

Nathan:  Mom.  He's playing soccer.


Rob and me:  Hahahahahaha!

Arrow of Light, the Pinnacle of Cub Scouting

The Arrow of Light award is the Cub Scout equivalent of earning the Boy Scout Eagle.

I'm so proud of Jeffrey for wanting to earn his Arrow of Light, and for doing so at January's pack meeting.

Jeffrey pins on the mother Arrow of Light pin just before the Arrow of Light ceremony.

And to earn it with his close friend Mahesh was a special treat. I am so proud of both of these Webelos! ('Course, I'm also the Webelos leader, so I am always proud, but I'm especially biased about these two outstanding boys)

From left to right: Me, Jeffrey, Rob, Vitthal, Mita, and Mahesh.

Mahesh and Jeffrey hold their authentic indian arrows quite safely and proudly.


Woot! Congrats, boys! You earned it!

Actual answers to a class assignment:

Jeffrey was assigned one of the original thirteen colonies, and filled out a worksheet to prep for a scrapbook page he created of Maryland. One part of the worksheet asked about Maryland's geographics. Jeffrey answers are bolded & italicized--he's a 5th grader, mind you:

Geographical Information for your colony:
Rivers? Yes.
Mountains? Not sure.
Forests? Yes.
Soil? Yes.

Haaaahaaahaaaahaaaaa! My favorite is the last one. I can picture Jeffrey saying, "Why yes, teacher, I believe Maryland has soil."

(After Rob and I really cracked up about this, Rob helped him go look up actual rivers, mountains, and forests that exist in Maryland. Too funny!)

Bliss is...

--being able to see my ankles. They look so pretty and dainty to me now!
--being able to breathe. So nice. Really.
--being able to sleep w/out Ambien (though I did love that Ambien).



Oh, and oh yeah---

Bliss is enjoying this new adorable baby!




Carter Scott Wilson joined our family at 3:33 am on Friday, January 8th, less than an hour after my water broke and we dashed off to the hospital. Amazingly enough, he chose to come ON his actual due date!


At 8 lbs 9 oz, 20 inches long, he is absolutely precious. We have all been feeling such joy to welcome our little Carter to our family of strapping boys.

He eats well and sleeps well, the dream baby. How much luckier could I get?

Comatose & still witty

Day before yesterday, I wake up early enough to help get Jeffrey up and started on his morning routine.

I start tugging on his arm. "Wake up, wake up; come on, Jeffrey. It's time to get up."

Then I hafta go potty. So I do, but there's no TP. I call out to Jeffrey, thinking I'm so smart-- "Jeffrey, I need toilet paper! Please!"

Nothing. No dice.

I figure things out, and then go back to Jeffrey, and start tugging on his arm again, but decide to try the same tactic. "Jeffrey, Jeffrey! You've got to get up! I NEED you to get me some toilet paper!"



The child, who hasn't moved once this entire time, or showed a single sign of coherency, says with his eyes closed:

"If you can make it over to me, you can get to the toilet paper."