June 1st?

Already? Are you sure?

It seems like just yesterday I was trying to make a promise to better update the bloggy blog. My cyber mama friends are doing far better than I am and I feel this guilty need to at least throw something out to ya!!

Currently LG is whining in his bed. He is so sleepy and was empahtic about going to bed, only to lay in there and toss and turn. I hate it when that happens to me so I can’t imgaine what it is like for a 21 month old.

Oh yeah, you read it right. LG is 21 months old. I keep counting his age on my fingers, not sure if I have it right, because it seems so odd to hear my self, almost a year later saying “oh he’s 21 months old”. *shivers* wow.

Updates on him? I know, I know…

we are saying words, mostly coherent, repeated words. For instance, when we say something, he’ll repeat it and sometime practice it but mostly not.  Here’s a brief rundown of my favorites.
awesome=aweso
blanket= binkdet
hello=heywo
please=peash
thank you= tant chu
magic=mahgik
amen=ahmeh
abbey= was abu, then aba, now it’s ABBEY!
brady=biddy
bird=buhrd
blue’s clue’s=booschews
yo gabba gabba=dibba dibba dibbit
sorry=sawi
will=wo (one of his little pals)

that’s all I can come up with for now, he has other words which are much more age appropriate, ball, bat, dog, mama, daddy, etc. It’s the random ones that trip me up.

I’d say he’s got “good bones about him”. By that, I mean, he’s a good kid with a strong heart. He is sweet and loving, strong and sure. He’s a daredevil. We joke that he has two speeds, fast and faster. He dashes around the house and can “get gone” in a store in 1 blink of an eye. Yes, we have resorted to the “kid leash”. Laugh if you will, but it’s what’s up.

Friends of ours are currently adopting domestically and have flown to their location to become a forever family. I’m so happy for them, and I can’t wait to meet the little bundle. They have waited and prayed for their family to grow for so long and I’m happy that within a year of starting their adoption, the light is shining in their favor.

This post is dedicated to them. 21months is fun place to be and I can’t wait for you to get here, the journey is crazy beautiful with all its learning and folly!!!

Love,

Mama Jaja

 

What Happens…

…when the fun stops? And before panic sets in know that I ask this mainly of my hobby/business. I loved, at one time, to make jewelry. Now I find myself sitting and staring blankly at my beads. Nothing creative coming forth from the ol’ noodle. It’s all very sad. I remember this hobby was the brainchild of a beautiful trip to Savannah and when I knew I needed something to take up time while we waited. Part of me always wanted to see it flourish into something bigger than myself, but the other part of me was completely content to have it fill time and space.

I kept revisiting my thoughts on this as time went by, always coming to the crossroads and never making a definitive decision on what to do next. Reflectively, I do that with a lot of decisions in my life. Sometimes, I make sound decisions of which I’m thrilled about. It’s the process of making said decision that I drag on.

Anyway, before I digress too much…beads.jewelry. One would think this would not be a big deal, a black or white issue. I don’t really make enough to keep going, but the biz pays enough to have lunch occasionally,  and put more beads in the tray.  When I am making pieces, I feel so good. It’s nice to start and finish a project when so often I’m treading water like the rest of the world. So especially at the end of a frustrating day, I feel a sense of accomplishment when I spin out a necklace or bracelet. I still have a lot of inventory, which whether I stay in our get out, I need to sell those beads. Which starts a whole other question, how will I sell them?

as Pooh would say, “think, think, think.”

Maybe I give it all another month. Craft market starts up April4th, but I’m not signing up until May. I have a show at the end of April at a local church consignment sale.

agh….we’ll see. I’m still unresolved about this.

~~~In LG news~~~

My new webname is going to be mama jaja. Simply because when LG says pajama…he says “jaja”.

I love him.

He’s learned to make the kissie sound which more than cute, it’s down right devourable.

I borrowed a book on positive discipline from our sitter, and have used some of the techniques from it. It takes a lot of work to re-frame how we think about discipline and logical vs. natural consequences. I feel like I have to constantly stay 3-steps ahead and watch my tone constantly while hoping nothing goes totally awry when I “outline” what we are going to do in the process of a morning outing (for instance). He’s responded well to most of it, although I do have to pull an old “fave” my mom used while we were growing up….the counting game if we were being naughty!!! “1…2…” I haven’t figured out what I would do if I got to three, because I never get past “1″. LOL!!! I know that will change!!

3 favorite things this week…belly laughs, the big hug I received and smooch on my check at bedtime earlier in the week and watching him interact with my sister at dinner last night. she’s a good auntie.

have a blessed week…

Mama JaJa!

 

Chasing Bowls

I really wish my computer would cooperate and let me post some pictures. I know y’all are dying to see how LG has grown.

His vocabulary is growing leaps and bounds, he’s repeating a lot of what we say…i guess just to sound it out on his own.

One of these words? No.

noooooo….while pointing at us.
noooooo….while body shoving the dog out of his space
noooooo….while his food is being flung.

ah, parenthood…

The weekend rundown…
Friday-very lovely playdate with two newly arrived mamas from VietNam. Much anticipated arrivals!! Although day one of rain had arrived the boys sufficiently proved that girls have cooties, but started their little “flirting”…*shakes head*

Saturday, D and I hung out in day two of the rain pulling up our back walk to make way for a patio. It was hard, miserable work. But, weirdly satisfying at the same time. I’m sore but happy.

Today we spent most of the day at the Mighty B’s house mostly to ward of the “cooped-up-edness” of staying home after 3 days straight of rain.

Gracious hosts as always, they took us in like the rag tag team we seem to be some days.

We went to church, saw a dear friend give a beautiful (wildly appropriate) sermon, let him meet Mr LG for the first time and headed home.

Which the drive home reminded me just why we don’t attend evening church. (even after a meal…he hollered all the way home…20 minutes) thanks, LG.

After bath and the continued exploration of his new potty, he is slumbering like.a.rock.

and Mama Pajama is on her way to doing the same.

God Bless and Have a great week!!!

 

Springy Days

Just last week, the mighty Bull City was under about 3-4″ of snow. This past weekend? It was in the mid to hi 70’s. Today…83 degrees. Amazing.

LG is growing by leap and bounds and I feel he is going to bust out with a full coherent sentence any day now. He’s really putting things together, asks “questions” (as in the inflection of voice.) He has started jumping, spinning around and his climbing has become more fine tuned. By fine tuned I mean, quicker and more stealth. You really have to watch him!!!

He’s looking more and more like a little boy, which is so bittersweet. I watched film of him learning to walk the other day, found myself choking up and then telling him to stop climbing on the toddler book shelf. *shakes head*

As for the password, too much is being “lifted” from blogs, and used for nefarious reasons in other parts of the blogosphere. And although I’m careful with no names etc, it still saddens me that I have to even watch where LG’s pic goes.  So from here forward,  picture posts will be password protected. We’ll try that for a while. I’ll be sending an email out with the new password. like before you can email me at bullcityemorys @ g mail dot com.

I’ll be most likely to give you the password if you:

1. Have a blog (a real one, not the storefront kind) *thanks S!!*
2. we are friends on facebook or
3. you are family or friend of more than one year. (pretty stringent, huh?)

I want to send a celebratory prayer to my tokobobo mommy friend and the arrival of baby sweet cheeks. They were brought her home from VN after much trial.  We (Mighty LB, the twinjas, LG and I) made our way over to their house for a play date of hilarious proportions. Lil A is such the diva in training. Which is a good thing! She kept our boys in line. 

Our first Daylight saving time was a mess, LG was quite a mess when it came time for naps, we weren’t reading him right or we were trying too hard or who knows?? Tonight was much better. And as my friend Weirdbird say “daylight savings time is a cruel joke for parents with youg children”

amen, WB, amen.

okay I have to get some work done!!!

 

sorry gang…

We are going back to passwords. If you have my old one, that’s what we are using for now.  if you have lost it and need a reminder, hit me up at our email.

bullcityemorys @ g mail . com

 

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