Last year my cupboards were better stocked, and I made Thomsen a half birthday pancake for breakfast. This year he’ll have to be satisfied with plain old cereal. We’re going to Applebees tonight with Mom and Dad. I wonder if the servers will sing for Thom turning 1 and a half. I feel like turning 18 months is quite the milestone and the official entrance to toddlerhood.
Archive for January, 2009
We’ve had some beautiful weather the last few days (the 40s!) and have taken full advantage of our outside time. Thom is finally getting some enjoyment out of parks. He is even recognizing the park close to our house as we walk past. He points to it saying, “Mom let’s go there!” (Although this comes out “NA! NA! NA!” like most concerns Thomsen voices). In the last couple weeks, he has become a slide expert. He started out small by conquering the one at the indoor playground but has moved on to bigger and better slides. Yesterday Errol was trying to convince him to go down the big curly slide with Daddy, but he is not that brave or doesn’t trust that tricky Daddy. It’s pretty cute to watch him slide. He treats it like a set of stairs and turns around to slide down feet first.
Which reminds me, my life has gotten so much easier since Thomsen learned how to go downstairs the correct way. I never bought a baby gate and up until recently, I was constantly hovering over Thom or giving him strict warnings when he teetered a little too close to the edge of one of the many stairs we have in our little house. Each time I see little Thom start to turn around when he gets to the stairs, my heart swells with pride. I’d like to take this moment to thank Mom and Teddy for helping Thomsen with this accomplishment. Mom, I know you’re the one who spent the most time training Thom at the stairs at your house. And Teddy, you slide down the stairs at Ama and Papa’s with such poise and elegance, I am sure Thom wanted to emulate you exactly.
I’m excited for everyone in Arizona that their team has done so well. It wasn’t all that long ago when the Cardinals played at a very empty Sun Devil Stadium, and Buttless and I would complain about the extra cars clogging Tempe over Sunday brunch at Manzy.
Errol’s downstairs watching the celebration, and I assume he’s wishing he were in Arizona to be a part of it. I wish I were there too but probably for a very different reason. I want to go back to see the buses. During the NBA playoffs, all the Valley Metro buses would have GO SUNS! rotating on their front marquee. I loved this. I love city unity and the feeling an entire population is rooting together for their team succeed. Barbara, Hanna, Ian, Jan, Terry, or any other friendly valley reader, what message are the Valley Metro buses sporting?
Yesterday morning I awoke before the boys and, like a good farm girl, I checked the weather. It seemed that the afternoon would bring us ice pellets and/or snow, and the morning would hold the best weather of the day. So, Lois and I headed out for a brisk morning walk on the MOPAC trail. While walking, I started thinking about a conversation I had with Ian a couple weeks back about how January is my least favorite month of the year in Nebraska. Since then I have tried to compile a list about what I like about Nebraska Januaries. Until yesterday, I had only one positive on my list.
Groceries can be left in the car without worrying anything will spoil.
On my walk yesterday I came up with another.
The frosted sidewalk sparkles like thousands of diamonds in the morning sun.
I am ten days into my least favorite month of the year and have come up with two positives. Not bad. 21 days to go.