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Posted on January 27, 2015 at 09:04 PM in Happenings Around Home and With Family and Friends | Permalink | 0 Comments | TrackBack (0)
[This post is part of my "Big Brother Fun" winter series. To see all of the fun, scroll to the bottom of this post and give a click on the "Big Brother Fun Series" tag.]
Most of my mom-friends who have little boys have been disturbed at one time or another when their wee cherub expresses a desire to kill things. I'm not talking puppies and kittens (really, we're not raising sociopaths, I swear), but, for example, the Kid sometimes goes on bug stomping sprees.
I was aghast the first time he did it, but--after checking in with several sources--it seems to be normal. These days I try to dissuade him when I can, but mostly I just go with it. (Do girls do this too? From my informal canvasing it doesn't seem like it, but I could be wrong.)
One snow day a few years ago, this primal urge accidentally led to some winter entertainment. It was too cold to be outside for long, but the Kid wanted to play in the snow. So, we brought a big bowl of snow inside, I propped him up next to the kitchen sink, and I let him go at it.
At first he wanted to make snowmen, which seemed like obvious fun, but then he turned on the water. He shrieked with toddler glee as his little men melted and ran down the drain.
Over and over again he stacked snowballs on top of each other to form mini-snowmen, only to delight in sending them to their deaths. It was gruesome, but it kept him occupied, so.
We haven't had a chance to play "snowman murder" yet this winter--it's 60 degrees here today--but, if you have the stomach for it, for those of you socked-in to the northeast it might just buy you enough time to drink a cup of hot tea!
[Up top, the Kid, circa 6 weeks; below, Little Miss, a bit over 7 weeks.]
Random Person: Who do you think she looks like?
Me: Her brother.
I've always thought the Kid looks like both of us--me when he smiles, Sweet Husband when he's thinking--and a little like my dad, now that the Kid is (sob) legging out and getting taller.
[Left, Nice Dad; right, the Kid.]
But with Little Miss? I just can't see past how much she looks like the Kid. I had to look at one of (his) baby pictures for a full 30 seconds the other day before I could tell which child it was. And even then I remembered more because I remembered taking the photo than anything else. Perhaps I need to stop dressing her in his old outfits? :)
Or perhaps this is just how we make 'em.
One of my more recent January traditions is to refresh the photo wall that lines our stairway. After a year of getting bumped and manhandled by the Kid's sticky fingers, it's usually time for the photos to be replaced. More than that, though, I enjoy going back through the year and picking new favorites to hang up.
As one might guess, I always end up with a lot of pictures of the Kid (and now Little Miss, too), but--with space for about 100 photos--I do try to make sure all of our near-and-far family and friends are represented. The Kid loves going through and pointing everyone out.
The print quality isn't quite as good--so few places are--and these were something like $20 more expensive to do the whole wall. But they're printed on a thicker, cardstock-like paper so I think they should curl less by the end of the year. Further, PhotoLove is set up to slurp (is that a technical term? it should be) directly from Flickr, Instagram, and etc., so it eliminated the clunky step of downloading and then re-uploading my photos.
And those silly fake polaroid frames are just so darned cute--I can't resist them!