Today is Milo’s 6th birthday! Last night I interviewed him and thought I would share. Kind of embarrassing to hear my own voice… and I think next time I will try to direct the conversation less and let him ramble more… I don’t take many videos, but I’m working on it! Oh, and you can hear Emil crying in the background as Andrew puts him to bed. Not to be outshone by his older brother, Oliver makes some hilarious cameos- and broke my heart when I realized that he was trying to do exactly what Milo had done at the beginning of the video. (And I have no idea why Milo says, “Don’t show this to Papa,” when doing the stomach trick?)
Milo has grown so much in the past year, it makes my heart ache. Cherishing these little guys while they still are little. Happy Birthday to my tender-hearted, smart, crazy athletic little boy. I love you to pieces!
Still recovering from an insanely fun, exciting, tiresome, crazy, and wonderful weekend with a whole bunch of Andrew’s extended family, who came in for Andrew’s grandmother’s funeral. We created some pretty amazing memories, I should say. And though we really missed Andrew’s brother Ryan, who is currently deployed in Afghanistan, his wife Kristin and their four kids crashed at our house. Milo and Oliver went through major withdrawal yesterday, and there was much whining on Oliver’s part for missing his cousin Ava in particular.
As I sift through picture after picture, it is really difficult to narrow enough down for one post, so I will split it up into three parts. There were so many activities planned and so much shuttling around on one day that it feels like a complete blur. But I wouldn’t take any of it back, nor wish it to be easier or less hectic, because sometimes life is like that, and it makes me smile just thinking about it. I realize that it also makes us appreciate the quiet when it is time for quiet. But there is something really special about a house full of the laughter of children, who run from room to room occupying each other’s time with an endless array of ideas and games and trouble. No one complained of boredom. No one got seriously injured, and all pretty much collapsed in a sweaty heap by the end of each day. Andrew’s grandmother, or Nana, as they called her, would have been so happy to see this sight: 14 of her 17 great-grandchildren all packed into a back yard, jumping on a trampoline, eating watermelon, screaming and laughing and making mud pies, and forming bonds that only cousins can form. More tomorrow. Thank you to everyone who made this weekend a success! Hope your weekend was filled with love and laughter!
Lately, we’ve been checking out a lot of books from our local library. And just by chance, we were pretty inspired by one: The Berenstain Bears Fly-It! Up, Up, and Away. Along with telling simplified versions of the evolution of flight, it gives simple instructions on how to make your own balloon-powered flyers. We spent an entire afternoon experimenting with them until we found our favorite! And, since it is freezing cold outside, this activity was perfect for indoors, as balloons and paper are sure to please and are easy on your lamps.
First up: The Tiger Shark:
The shape of our cone before rolling/taping
This cylinder ended up way too long and top-heavy, as the balloon could only fit into the base/opening
… so we cut it.
The verdict? Cute, but not a great design. The balloon could not be inflated enough inside the capsule to make it fly well (or maybe our paper was too heavy?).
Next up: Balloon-powered paper plane:
Verdict: Better, but my paper plane skills are lacking. If we had used sturdier paper and a better plane design, I think this would have worked well.
Next and final experiment: Balloon-powered balloon!
Verdict: Hilarious, easy success! The boys enjoyed blowing up the power-balloon and watching it buzz around and around the room. All in all, all of the experiments were fun, we laughed a lot, and we learned a good deal about the difficulties of flight! Plus, it is a bonus if you hit your brother in the head with one.
I took this video the other night and just had to share it. Poor Oliver had been at it for so long, trying to button those blasted jammies, before I even grabbed the camera and started filming. He was just trying so hard.
Sometimes I forget just how little he is. But this, along with some sweet instructions from an infinitely patient older brother, is a good reminder. Every day, he is learning. Every day, growing. How I love him so.
This video clearly needs very little explanation… but I do feel the need to assure you that Oliver is not crippled in some form or another. This is, actually, just the way he “dances.” Apparently, Andrew and I produce some sort of very strong “falling down” gene.
For some reason, I thought it would take longer. He still seems like so much of a baby, too sweet and gentle and chubby to be doing the things his brother does… things like walking. Oliver is walking! And not to be outdone by the stories of his Bossy Bear brother waking up one morning when he was 13 months old and just “deciding” to walk from then on out… Oliver has made the decision just as abruptly. But this decision had more to do with guacamole than anything else.