Walking

"So is he walking yet?"

We've been getting asked that question since Chipmunk was 9 or 10 months old. I guess if a baby starts to crawl and cruise early, walking seems like the next logical step. Apparently, it's not so.

His first birthday passed and still he insisted on crawling and being carried.

"He's still not walking yet?"

We weren't worried. We figured that the later he walked the better for us.

"Oh, he's cruising...he'll be walking any day now!"

Well, he's been cruising since 8 months old...he's been cruising for almost 6 months now.

So Matt and I joked that Chipmunk probably already knew how to walk, he was just choosing not to. That's also the joke we told everyone who questioned us about why he wasn't yet walking.

Apparently we weren't that off...

This morning he woke up, played a while, ate breakfast, played some more and then around 11 o clock he decided that it was time to move on. Not just one or two steps, but full on walking from one room to another without any assistance. It's like something just went off in his head and today was the day he would become a walker...

Perhaps tomorrow he will decide to run...

Korean food

Driving home from dinner tonight...

Matt: I'm going to have to get a night job or something.

Me: What? Why?

Matt: Have you seen the way our kids eat?

We just spent the hour before gaping at our children as they inhaled bowls of soon du bu, bulgogi, rice, and broiled fish.

I learned that if I want to actually eat some, I need to order two rather than one to share. Bear practically ate a whole stone pot of tofu goodness on her own. Chipmunk? He almost seemed chubbier after dinner if that's possible.

I'm just glad they like Korean food. Bring on the kimchi.



Bear's leftovers: an empty pot, empty bowl and fish bones.

Unconcerned

Bear is usually like a "little momma" to her brother, so sometimes when Chipmunk is out of my sight, I will ask Bear to report on his current condition. This morning as I was cleaning up I asked for a status update.

Me: Hey, Bear! What is your brother doing?

Bear: (nonchalantly)Um...nothing. He's just choking.

Me: What?!

[Don't worry...he wasn't really choking...like as in heimlich-maneuver-choking...more like, shoved too much food in mouth and coughed]

Sometimes the best thing to say...

...is not to say anything at all.

I realize that writing any of my thoughts at the present time would probably result in a "whine" fest. Therefore, I'm going to just end it here...



Hope you all have a great weekend!

Breakfast (by Chipmunk)

Today, mommy let me eat breakfast on my own. She let me use a spoon and everything. I only got a little bit messy...hee hee.

Happy Pictures

We all deal with our daily stresses in different ways. Me? When I feel a little blue, I go to my "happy pictures." These are the pictures of my kids that I look at and can't help but smile. Hope they make you happy, too.



Chipmunk riding the slide. I love the look of glee on his face. I can almost hear his little voice yelling out, "EEEEEEEE! (Wheeee!)."



Ah, Sibling love. Bear is, as usual, overly loving. Chipmunk just looks like his eyes are going to pop out.

And the oldie, but goody, "happy pictures"...



Bear at 6 months, riding the swing...oh so very chubby.



Bear at about 18 months, up against the blue sky.



Instant love. Siblings, day 1.



Carefree and happy...

Makes my heart melt every time I look at them...

Minus 18 inches

Well, I finally did it.



Minus 18 inches later...(and donated for a good cause)



Phew. I should of gotten it cut sooner.

Needful Quiet

Early afternoon and all is still.
I dare not disturb the peace.
My prayer asks for steadiness, for safety, for ease of mind.
I hesitate to move. My eyes are at watch.
My heart is saddened and full of worry, but it must not be seen.
Instead I revel in the silence of our needful quiet.