Believe it or not, we are still around. How sad is it that I only posted twice in the month of August? And I really hope I can count on my mother-in-law for a few photos from this last month, because I took about three. I don't really know what my problem has been. I've gotten over the lack-of-energy stage of my pregnancy, Bennett's back in Montessori, and I haven't been bombarded with cake orders lately, so I really have no excuse.
Well, actually, our computer has been acting up. If you leave it for 5 minutes, it goes into what it calls "Power Save Mode." It's more like "Raise Marcie's Blood Pressure Mode." A message comes across the screen telling you that it's in "Power Save Mode" and in order to restore your session you can simply press any key, move your mouse, or press the power button. That would be just great IF ANY OF THAT WORKED, EVER. We've learned all these stupid little tricks we have to go through and sometimes after spending 5 minutes going through this ridiculous rigamaroo it'll come back on, but most of the time it just continues to politely tell me that it's apparently doing us a favor by going back into "Power Save Mode." So I politely slam the mouse on the mouse pad a few dozen times and storm off. I finally realized that it wasn't worth even trying. If I got to the computer and that nice little message came across the screen I would inhale, exhale, cuss under my breath (a lot), get up and walk away. So yeah, I guess I do have a pretty good excuse.
But even when Josh has the computer up and running and I get to it before it decides to save power for us (which Lord knows we need; Georgia Power's getting rich off of us), I still don't take the time to blog or even write in my own little journal. I'm just tired. Have been for the last two or three years. There's lots of stuff boggling my little ol' mind and sometimes I just don't have the energy or the time for my own thoughts. There's two little rascals running around here that I'll gladly give up my own thoughts for, but there's other things that I wish I didn't have to give 'em up for.
Anyway, the whole reason I'm here right now is because I picked up the camera tonight while the boys ate supper and I just want to share with you two of the most amazing, smile-inducing, laugh-generating, heart-warming things in my life:
I. Love. These. Guys.
(That's a raspberry seed on Cannon's forehead. He doesn't have an unfortunate mole.)
(Yet.)
He is really beginning to develop a little personality. He and I have been having some fun chasing games lately, whether it's around the couch or on the guest bed in his room with me running from one side of the bed to the other while he throws himself into the pillows, trying to hide. His little laugh is the cutest thing. He's slowly starting to say more things. He's finally saying "bye bye" with a "b" instead of it sounding like he's saying "Mah-mah" while waving to you. Every once in a while Josh will get a cute little "Hey Dah-ee." And he's got "uh-oh" down pat. We understand his "please" and "thank you"s, but as far as anything else, he's holding back. Maybe he'll do it like he did with walking. He's going to wait until he can do it right. He'll keep quiet and then one day come sit down and have a conversation with us.
He's going to be just as affectionate as his big brother. My favorite thing that Cannon does right now is when he comes up to you while standing, wraps his arms around your legs, buries his face in between them and says, "Mmmm.... mah!" Bennett is sooo affectionate. He's not afraid to give you a hug or a kiss or tell you that he loves you. We'll be sitting on the couch watching TV or reading a book and he'll just lean up and kiss me on the cheek. Such a sweetheart. But he wasn't that way when he was a little thing. He was nowhere near cuddly. I would have given anything to have him cuddle with me or even just sit in my lap, but he wouldn't have it. He was on the move. Cannon, on the other hand is a cuddle-bug. He'll sit with you any time of the day. If I'm sitting on the couch, he'll walk up and lay his head in my lap. I hope it doesn't happen in reverse and by the time he gets to be Bennett's age he won't be affectionate.
And, oh my gosh, is Bennett saying some funny stuff. I have
got to start writing more of it down. I took this video because I wanted to capture the way he is saying/asking for some things. He wasn't terribly cooperative, but he eventually kind of said a few of them. These aren't necessarily funny; just the way he says normal, day-to-day things. When asking for a drink, whatever it may be, this is the way he does it. Except with several more
really's.
Just so you know, "letter soup" is not a common supper in our house. Chef BoyarJoshandMarcie are the preparers of most of our meals. But I think every mom has a Plan B stashed in the cabinets for "one of those" kind of nights. And thanks to a tenant that we were happy to bid farewell to tonight, it turned into "one of those." We were supposed to have poppy seed chicken casserole (Gibson/Chick crew, can I get an "oh... yeeaaaaah").
And can you hear how loud he is when he drinks? He has ALWAYS been that way. Even when he was a tiny baby, when he nursed, it sounded like I had a pig latched onto me. He squealed. I clearly remember going into Josh's grandmother's bedroom to nurse during a family function and being incredibly embarrassed because I just knew that everyone could hear him in there doing that. It was nuts. And he still makes that loud gulp sound when he drinks. Too funny.
So anyway, we're here. We're good. We're holding onto what we have while the world seemingly falls in around us. Hope y'all are doing the same.
Oh, and Happy 38th Wedding Anniversary to my awesome parents today. Love, love, love y'all.
