What a bunch of little cutie-pie-pa-schmooty-pies you are. You just tickle Daddy and me to pieces.
Victor, you are heelarious. You've started making your Duck talk with his own special little voice (where did you learn that, I wonder?). And you grow quite distressed if someone does not personally respond to Duck. (We had to call Daddy back after ending one phone call because he did not acknowledge that Duck was saying good-bye...)
You like to give a little affirmative boost when you suggest something that seems like a good idea to you, like, "Sure, it would be fine to go to the zoo!" "Sure, it would be okay to eat an Oreo!" "Sure, it would be fine if we went to the Cub Foods store!" (You like the Cub Foods store because they give free cookies to kids.)
You are loving-up your little brother like crazy. When he comes out of the bedroom after a snooze, you want to kiss and snuggle him to pieces (parental supervision required). And you give him good encouragement when he rolls over ... or eats his cereal ... or has a poop. You love calling him, "You cutie-pie-ka-schmooty-pie!"
When Josiah starts to cry, you will sometimes sing him "our song" (namely, "Do all things without grumbling or questioning..."), and tell him, "You may not be a crabby pants, Josiah."
And you just crack yourself up with your own little jokes. Like today at lunch, while you were eating your soup, you kept saying, "I'm eating my rice cereal" (i.e. Josiah food). And I'd say, "Wait a minute!" And you would howl with laughter, and then do it again.
In the mornings, when Daddy comes in to get you (after a veery early wake-up, these days), you always say, "It's good to see you, Daddy. I didn't see you for a long time!" Tonight you told me that you'd be saying that to Dad in the morning. You are a bit predictable (like your mother).
And when he puts you down for bed, he says, "Have a good night of snoozes!" and you'll say, "Have a good work!"
You've picked up your mother's love for cookbooks, and most days when I'm feeding Josiah to put him down for a nap, you'll climb up on my bed with me and look at a cookbook or cooking magazine. Current favorite thing to cook is muffins (specially with chocolate chips).
You are so excited for snow. We got a new coat and boots, and you just can't wait to use the sled. A funny thing, since last winter you really wouldn't sit on it for anything.
You are very into pushing things. Your tricycle (you kind of scoot it with your feet). Your big wheel (ditto). Your lawn mower. The jogging stroller (with the handle partially collapsed so you can reach it). Josiah's stroller. The wagon.
You like baking projects and the "busy bag" activities we just got and playing with trucks and tractors and trains. You are fascinated by the book Dangerous Journey (the abridged, illustrated version of The Pilgrim's Progress), and you will listen intently while Daddy reads it to you ... as well as read it with Duck during your rest time.
You love your Sunday school class. You love reviewing your Bible verses. You really love doing "the papers" (which tell a prayer for each month of the year and a simple truth covered in class for each month of the year) every day. Those are simple routines and rhythms, but we pray that they will take root in your heart. We're starting to put connections together. When you'll start to throw a tantrum or grumble about something, we'll say, "No, sin! Go away! Jesus, help! Give me a good, cheerful heart to obey!" We need His grace, little one, and we never outgrow that.
Josiah, you are a perky little chubby monkey these days.
I just love your cheeks ... and thighs ... and chubby knees ... and the rolls on your toes. You get many compliments on your squeezable- and kissable-ness.
You like finding your thumb and sticking it jauntily into your mouth.
You are pretty happy kicking and exploring the world on your back ... but when someone looms into view and you realize that a real, friendly person is coming to see you ... well, you just beam with your whole body!
You're working up quite the appetite too. So far, you gobble down rice cereal, sweet potatoes, carrots, green beans, applesauce, pears, and peas. And your favorite is when I'll let you hold the spoon at the end (albeit watching you with an eagle eye, due to your propensity to jam it down your throat).
You bounce around in your exersaucer and spin around, then kind of lounge back, surveying the scene.
We love to hear you when you wake up in the morning. You have a funny old man kind of voice, and you just croon away to yourself with all kinds of inflections until someone comes to swoop you up.
You still love the Baby Bjorn best, but I have officially messed up my back from heave-ho-ing you around, so I'm afraid that one's out. But you're pretty content in the Ergo (much kinder to Momma's back), so we still have good snuggle times with that on walks or at church.
You have two little teeth on the bottom (first one popped through on the first Sunday of October). They are sharp little boogers, but so far you haven't given me trouble with biting. But you're still drooling to beat the band, so there are probably some more on their way.
You roll very expeditiously, have quick hands (and an exceptionally strong grip), and love to grab my phone when I'm not looking and stuff it in your mouth.
You are a little snuggle bug when you get sleepy, and I love to hold you when you're all relaxed and ready for bed. At long, long last, we're back in the groove of sleeping through the night (after a month or so of terribly interrupted sleep). Thank you, Jesus.
I love my little boys. It's just precious to watch the world unfold before your eyes and see the personalities God has given you. Every day has its challenges, but what a sweet privilege it is to be your momma!
Love you to pieces,
Mom
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