Winter Pajamas

Peek-a-boo, I see you!  Wesley probably thinks his name is "peek-a-boo" because William says this every time they see each other!

We keep hanging on to the winter pajamas.  Still pretty cold here.

Wesley is crawling backwards.  And teething, and learning so much!

William is playing "doctor" with Wesley.  He likes to help him feel better.

I am reading a book called "The Happiest Toddler on the Block" to try to understand the ups and downs of his inner world.  We have a lot of fun playing pretend.  Here he is pretending he is a baby in a crib.  "Waaaaaaa!"

Wesley is pretty pleased with himself that he can scoot around. 

If he ever gets bored all he needs is a piano fix.

Some days I feel like I accomplish nothing.  Here is a pile of folded laundry that is some evidence I accomplished something. :)  

And here is a chicken pot pie.  It was a labor of love and oh so yummy!  The last chicken from our chicken share went into this dish.  We are looking forward to getting more chickens this summer!

Sometimes Wesley finds himself in a pickle.  He gets upset he can't go forward yet and backs into lots of things.

William wanted to take a nap on his little trampoline.  He looked so sweet all curled up I had to take this photo!

Then I let Wesley wake him up!

If only we all woke up with a smile like his!

Winter persists.  Snow snow snow.  

It may be April but we are in the thick of winter.  We stopped shoveling our sidewalks to see if the snow would stop coming.  It hasn't worked.  So far.

My mom was on hand for a few days last week and will be back again soon!  I did a few presentations for E.C.F.E. classes on early childhood music and mom handled the homefront.  She enjoys tucking William in and reading to him.  He has some artwork on his wall now!  I am a slow decorator, but William's room is a little more personalized.

As I type this, William is mixing his paints into his glass of milk.  Our dining room table transitions from meal-time to arts and crafts table so often we sometimes blur the two.  The milk will make its way into a painting.  "I want purple for breakfast," William tells me.  If he could eat it, he would.

Yesterday when he woke up William told me he had a nice dream.  "The nice dinosaurs were playing with me."  Yikes!  Sounds like a nightmare to me.  His imagination is so rich and full of detail.  Random objects like a deck of cards, markers and, now, the paint jars, take on voices and have conversations.  "I'm blue, I'm blue.  Hi blue, nice to meet you.  Nya nya.  I see you!"  This is preceded by singing to them.  The paint jars are going back in the box.  "Bye, bye.  I was talking to the paint but they're gone.  I'm sad.  This is a boat crossing the lake!"  (He is using the paint box as a boat and sings "We are crossing the lake" to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star).  "We're here now!  We got an ouchy!"  (More singing).

Wesley is learning to communicate, too.  He smacks his lips together to signal he is hungry.  He uses his hands to communicate "all done" when he is done with snack-time.  He has made it clear he does not like to be spoon fed.  I'm trying my best to give him a balanced diet of finger-foods.  It involves a lot of cooked peas, carrots and corn, and fruit, but mostly a lot of Cheerios.  He eats mostly with his left hand.  I am curious to see which hand will be dominant!

The paint jars are still talking to each other to the tune of "The Wheels on the Bus."  I hope next time I write I can report we are playing outside without snowpants and looking for perennial blossoms.  Ha!