boot boppin'

Adam is getting around quite nicely in his boot.  Sometimes I think he gets around a bit too well (would it be so bad to sit and be still?!) but there is little that slows him down.  He goes back to the doctor in another week.

I did hear this entertaining conversation a few days ago...
Sibling:  just pretend your leg is a caterpillar
Adam:  'kay, like this? *wriggles his toes and waves foot from side to side*
Sibling:  I'll just make this nice and cozy.  *sound of velcro, lots of velcro* Look!  Now you're a pupa.
Adam:  Yay. Yay!  What's a pupa.
Sibling:  It's a caterpillar's sleeping bag.  Just wait.  Be real still and then we'll take off the boot and your leg will be a butterfly!
Adam:  I hope it's a blue one.  Or green.  Green is my favorite color.
Sibling:  This is taking a long time.  *sigh* Let's see if the toothbrushes will stick down in your boot too.
Adam: Mammmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaa!!

The other peeps are desperate to add his boot to their doctor kit.  Think of the adventures they will have once that hits the rotation!

busted lips and book nooks

The playdoh lizard is wearing a top hat.  Did you notice?

Noah digs scooters.  Fortunately, he thinks helmets are an everyday accessory.  Unfortunately, his rides are not always smooth.  He was a sad puppy after this crash - understandably so! - but is definitely a back on the horse kind of kid and beelines for it whenever possible.

His birthday is next week and he has upped his mess-making game in a big way lately.  This morning I was carting Adam down the stairs (he broke his leg - more on that later - and I am trying really hard to keep him away from stairs) and in his 126 seconds of alone time, Noah...unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper, colored on my planner and then threw 60 markers on the floor in the dining room, took a red dry erase marker to the beautiful blue-grey wall that used to have a marker board on it, and pulled open the dishwasher to climb onto the door in a futile yet clever attempt to consume crackers just out of his reach.  I came down to see his small hands waving about wildly - 6 inches higher than I would expect.  After surveying this handiwork, I thought to myself, "Now this, this is a contribution worthy of a two year old."

Adam sleeps in his book nook all the time now, but really, wouldn't you too?

self portraits and shoe hugs

I keep finding Paige-portraits on the camera.  I like that she was still enough for the auto focus to work - those blurs can be difficult to interpret. Adam has started making "shoe hugs" (his term).  He typically does this when he is supposed to be picking them up, so no surprise that he turned the situation to his liking.  He clasps his hands together in delight and proclaims, "They love each other with their big hugs!"

We have been blessed with beautiful weather lately and we are thankful to fall into bed each night tired from lots of sunshine and blue skies.  The peeps are all back to room sharing and everyone is sleeping much better.  Adam has fantastic dreams and often wakes up in the wee hours and comes to find me, certain that the dream is real and happening that very moment.  "There is a teeny tiny orange dragon in the mailbox!  And if we go check for our mail he will sneeze fire on us.  I turned on the front porch light.  Let's go get the mail, Mama.  I think he is waiting for us - with hiccups!"  The clock reads 2:28.  Oh, I love him.