This and That

I knew I'd been doing bad at updating, but 3 months?!!! I always say that if there's time to write about what I'm doing, it's because I'm not doing enough to be worth writing about. If there's something worth writing about, then I have no time.
Here's a snapshot of what's happened the last 90-several days.

THE BEAR: Alex loves his stuffed bear that Callie made for him at Build a Bear while Leigh and I were picking him up in Taiwan. He carries that thing everywhere. He buckles it in any empty seat he can find in the van. He holds it while riding his big wheel. He sleeps with it. It sits beside him while we eat. There are only 2 problems with Bear:
1. He is always filthy. If I can convince Alex to let me wash it, Alex cries the whole time until Bear comes out of the washing machine. Then he promptly carries Bear outside and plays with it in the dirt. Alex likes to trick me too. He'll tell me I can wash Bear, but he digs him out of the washing machine before I finish getting it loaded.
2. Because Alex carries bear everywhere, Bear often gets left in odd places. It's a nightly ritual to look all over until we can find him.

MUFFIN MAN: Alex loves to make muffins. And if we aren't really making muffins, he likes to place the paper liners in the muffin trays and then take them out and stack them up. Alternately, he likes to squish them up. Occasionally this activity is accompanied by him humming "Do you know the Muffin Man."

LOST: On Independence Day, Alex gave me a scare that left quite an impression. We had gone to Small Town, USA to watch a parade (more firetrucks than floats and all the politicians and baseball teams throw salt water taffy). The parade goes right past my parents' house, so many family members had gathered on the front lawn. I unloaded our lawn chairs from the back of the van and set them up, and was taking pictures and visiting while waiting for the parade to start. After a few minutes, I looked around and couldn't see Alex. Everyone started searching inside and out. I was almost frantic. What if he had followed some other parade-goer up or down the street? And then I looked over at the van; suddenly I knew he must have climbed into it while I was hauling chairs. Sure enough, he was there, and he was pretty sad. He wasn't in there very long, and it was a cool day for the 4th of July, but it is scary to think what could have happened.

More this and that later. I guess I'd better fix dinner.

"I Three"

Alex celebrated his 3rd birthday on Wednesday. His dad practiced with him so he will say "I three" when someone asks how old he is. He occasionally forgets and says he's 2, but he has 361 days to work on that. Next we have to get him to hold up the right number of fingers.

Callie drew Thomas the Train on the top of his cake, and he was so delighted. I had to store the cake in the cold oven to keep him from pulling Thomas apart before the main event. Even so, he kept opening the oven and asking if his cake was ready. When he eats a piece, he gets more on his shirt than in his mouth, so I'm not sure how much he even likes cake, but he likes the idea of it, and hey! it's his birthday.

Today he has switched to marshmallow peeps and chocolate bunnies. He and Laura and Amy spent a few minutes this morning finding all the candy hidden in plastic eggs around the house. Now we have had to re-hide the candy in a place he can't reach. The best part is that he likes to try everything--just a little lick, then set it out on the floor so we can all step on the sticky remnants.

And today we feel blessed to celebrate the true reason for Easter and the resurrection of our Savior Jesus Christ. There is a special significance in Easter this year for us, because a week ago one of Laura's friends passed away after a 13-month battle with leukemia. We are so sorrowful that Jessenia is no longer with us, but we know that her spirit still lives and that because of our Savior's sacrifice, she will live again too, in a body that is well and whole and free of pain. And this hope and knowledge eases the burden of our loss.

Mr. Independent

What two or three year old doesn't live with the attitude: "I do it myself!" This, of course, refers only to the things you wish they would let you do. They still want you to do all the things you think they ought to do themselves.

Alex has definitely entered the "independent stage." He's so good at it that I'm thinking he's about ready to move out on his own--not bad for a child who won't be three for another two months! A year ago we bought him a crib tent, because he was forever climbing out of his crib, and since he was also able to open doors-including locked ones with dead bolts-we needed a way to make sure he'd still be in his bed in the morning. Well, he quickly grew to love that crib tent. Now he even climbs in his crib and zips the thing up himself by reaching his hand around (Of course, that also means he can unzip it himself, but the worst thing that's happened is that he comes into our room at 2:00 AM demanding hot chocolate).

I don't know why he demands hot chocolate from me at 2:00 AM. Usually, he wants to make it himself. He'll get a cup out of the dishwasher (doesn't much care if it's clean or dirty) and fill it with water. When the microwave goes off, he announces, "It's ready," and wants to empty the packet into the cup and stir it up himself.

A few weeks ago I walked into the kitchen to find him standing on a stool taking hot chicken nuggets out of the microwave. He had gotten the nuggets out of the freezer, climbed up and found 2 plates, evenly divided the 10 nuggets between the plates, thrown away the empty package, and pushed the right button on the microwave to cook the first plate of nuggets. He informed me that he was making the other plate for his 6-year-old sister Amy.

When finished eating, he races over to the garbage, scrapes his own plate, and puts it in the dishwasher. He says, "I put in washing machine myself." Don't ask me how many times I've washed paper plates that I didn't know he'd put in there.

He also likes to think he goes potty by himself. What actually happens is that he disappears into the bathroom and sits on the toilet with his diaper on. After 1/2 second, he jumps off, throws in a few squares of tissue, and flushes.

When I tell him I'm going to brush his teeth, he announces, "I done." Sure enough, when I go to the bathroom to check, he has squirted toothpaste all over the counter, and his toothbrush is wet. I've watched him brush by himself before, and I see why the toothpaste package says to supervise children under 6 to minimize swallowing.

He gets himself dressed too, complete with shoes on the wrong feet. He still likes to find his sisters' dresses (after all, I tell him it's time to get "dressed").

I never cease to be amazed at what an incredible little boy he is. But for all his independence, I guess he won't want to be rid of his parents too soon. Who else would answer his demands for a "chest rubbin?'"

Some things change

Alex has been a trooper through all the changes that have been happening around him lately. Three weeks ago we finally moved into our new home after renting for 3 months. In our first 2 weeks of being here, we had two birthday parties and Thanksgiving dinner with 15 people, and now we are rushing to get ready for Christmas (we have such great timing). Needless to say, we have been running around like crazy, and not succeeding very well in getting settled. And I'm still driving the girls to their old schools and their lessons, which means about 3-4 hours of commuting and waiting time every weekday. Alex spends far too much time in his carseat, but he's pretty patient with that. Sometimes he'll tell me "Want buckle" which means he wants to get out of his seat. Sometimes he'll tell me "Want go home" which needs no translation. But he doesn't question that this is home, even though that word has meant 3 different places in the last 4 months.

Alex is like Linus on Peanuts--he's very attached to his blanket. He also loves his bear and his pillow, and wants to drag all three out of his crib each morning when he gets up. He says, "Wrap blankie 'round you" because, like his sisters, he likes to wear his blanket like a robe and drag it all over the house. He also likes anything to do with trains. He calls them all Thomas, and he usually has one train car in one hand and two in the other, which he manages to do while still holding his blanket. He likes to begin each morning with a cup of hot chocolate.

Alex's new favorite game is "Scary Monsters." I don't know if he thought of it from reading Go Away Big Green Monster, which he has memorized, or from watching the Disney Monsters movie. But the game mostly involves a lot of screaming and chasing with his sisters. I'm personally not a big fan of the game.

Yesterday Alex discovered the place in our unheated basement where I have stacked all the boxes of toys we have had in storage. He doesn't need Christmas; he has tons of "new" toys. One of the things he discovered is Laura's GeoTrax train. She hasn't seen it for 4 months either, so she isn't too interested in sharing it (though she only thinks about it when he is trying to play with it) But joy of joys, right at this very moment, they're actually playing with it TOGETHER. Alex might not unpack the boxes in as neat and orderly a fashion as I would like, but hey, someone has to do it, and he is sure getting to it faster than I would. And he's the only child in the family who isn't afraid to go in the basement!

I love you too

For all his rough and tumble boyish energy, Alex has continued to be a sweet and loving child. He has learned to say, "I love you too" when we tell him we love him. He will often walk up to one of his sisters and demand, "Hug!" He also wants us to hug his teddy bear.
Last week we found his train set (since we are still looking for the right house, we have kept most of our belongings stored away). He can set up the track by himself, but needs help with the bridge. Every so often, he'll holler, "Help, please," because the bridge has fallen down again. The first thing he does in the morning, and the last he does at night is take his little train for a ride along the tracks. He even sleeps with the little train cars. The other day I heard him talking in his crib and went to check on him. He was carrying on a little conversation with his train. You might think we have this child "well-trained!" But the truth is he is training us pretty well instead. How blessed we are to have him.

Growing and Changing

We've been MIA this last while, because of getting our house ready to sell, selling it, and moving to temporary quarters, then getting the kids in school. Because we don't know where we'll end up, I've kept the kids in the same schools, which means I have to drive them 7 miles each way to school every day. Callie goes from 8:00 to 2:40. Laura and Amy start at 9:00, but Amy ends at 11:30, and Laura doesn't finish until 3:15. Then there's soccer and dance. The fact that Alex has started coming up to me several times a day to ask, "Where we goin?" lets me know we're spending far too much time in the car!

But Alex is holding his own. Last week I sent some photos to our agency for them to send on to his orphanage and birthmother. I looked at the pictures and couldn't help wondering what the recipients will think when they see how big he has gotten. For a moment I felt sad that they did not get to share in watching him grow. He is not at all a baby anymore, and he is so smart.

He says a lot of words, though it's hard to understand him. But he sings whole songs, and he says the words of familiar books. He knows many of the letters of the alphabet by name, and he can count to 13. He sits and watches how others do things, then he figures out how to do them himself (not always a good thing, since he especially likes to do things a 2 year old shouldn't be doing). It's amazing how much he knows. We have the They Might Be Giants videos of Here Come the 1,2, 3's and Here Come the A,B,C's. They are going in the car during our multiple trips throughout the day, and he loves to sing along.

I love to hear him laugh. He'll do or say something, then ask, "I funny?" Of course, I always respond: "Yes, you're funny."
What a sweet boy we have.

What will he be?

My girls frequently say "I wonder what Alex is going to look like when he grows up." Then they wish he would hurry and grow up so they can find out.
I wonder what he'll be when he grows up.

Perhaps he will be a mathematician--he can already count by rote to 11.
Or a teacher--he's learning his letters by reading "Chicka Chicka Boom Boom" several times a day.
Or an artist--you should see how the "artwork" he put all over the family room walls with a dry-erase marker.
Maybe he'll go into auto detailing--great pinstriping with pink sidewalk chalk all over the van.
Possibly landscape architecture--he rearranges the rocks and plants for us.
Motorcycle racer--he really moves on his Big Wheel.
Baker--you can see from the photo that he likes having his hands in the flour.
Escape artist (future Houdini)--he can maneuver the child-proofing better than some adults.
Fashion Model--unfortunately it's his sisters' dresses he wants to model.
Machine Operator--loves pushing buttons.
Track Star--he runs away quite quickly when he knows he has something someone else wants.
Gymnast--Climbing, twisting, rolling, swinging. Bring it on.
Hmm, so many more possiblities.

He has developed a very endearing habit: Whenever I hand him something, he will say, "Thank you, mom. " And if I tell him thank you, he'll respond, "Welcome." My little boy really is growing up fast.