Sunday, March 23, 2014

Busy baby days. The little one always wanting to be held, the big one always wanted to be noticed, and I find I am less and less at an actual computer screen these days, which is not to say that I am piously restricting screen time. I have plenty of that on my phone. All those blogs won't read themselves!

The weather is finally clearing up. We have gone days without a snowstorm, week(s) without major accumulation, and the roofs previously upholstered with snow have released their stitches for shingles. Because of this, I have started grocery shopping by myself. What an amazing idea! Getting a break from constant care-taking is something I felt guilty about when Joash was a baby, but I feel so glad about it now. Today I even went to the hardware store just to be alone.

Well, Ammi has obviously awakened from her brief evening nap and is crying in my ear behind me.

The Snowman Project from serenity johnson on Vimeo.
But, Mom and Dad, you haven't seen this sweet video of Joash playing in the snow.

My Finger Hurts from serenity johnson on Vimeo.
Or this one of your grandbabies playing together.

And, here, the latest comparison of my children.
Left: February 2012, Joash
Right: February 2014, Amielle

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

I went with the babies to Florida for a brief Grandparently visit while Dan did his usual tour of Asia. I will admit to pangs of nostalgia when he emailed me a picture of our old apartment and as the pictures of him doing Korea things stacked up on Facebook, but it is easy to feel happy when you're caught up remembering, and I know that living there with babies and so much aloneness just wasn't good for anyone, least of all the babies.

I am glad to be back in our home with my iced Bustelo chilling in the fridge, no more drive by Dunkin for me for now. We made a pretty good Ikea run while we were in Cincinnati, and now we can trim the windows and dry dishes on a rack instead of a tea towel on the counter. Being home also means fun things like making noodles with Joash, pasta roller clamped to a dining room chair. He took ownership of the task and held the dough while he was cranking the handle and then hurried to hang it up to dry. Maybe this will be that elusive guarantor that he'll finally try noodles for dinner, probably not.