Category: Roman

The boys and I have been babying two containers of bulbs (tulips and daffodils) that we forced indoors earlier this winter, and they’re finally coming up!!! It has been a long, cold winter, and we are all SO more than ready for the spring to be here at last. Here’s Roman coaxing them up with a little pat.

You know, I listened to a sermon recently about seasons…specifically the challenging season of winter…how it can be a time of preparation and pruning in our lives. A few things stood out to me…one just the picture of things being under the soil, hidden and dark and invisible, but still there and alive (just dormant) even though you don’t see them..two the idea of trusting the sower more than the seed…and three the thought of remaining…even in the hidden, dark, and invisible times…through the process of pruning to the new and better life that comes afterwards. Dear Lord, help me to trust You, the Sower, and to remain. And thank You for the different seasons of earth and life that You give…without which I could never fully appreciate the beauty of each.

At twenty-four months, Roman is: saying things like “Yummy in my tummy”, “No eat my carrot, Petra”, “Don’t worry, Mommy”, “Love you, Mommy”, “Miss you, Mommy”, and more; cutting a few more teeth; and going from telling me he needed a diaper change to telling me he needed to go potty in just a few short weeks (I was fully intentioning to wait until this summer to potty train him but decided to shelve that and just go with his current awareness/desire and jump right in with him…we’re all losing sleep and are more than a little energy drained, but he’s doing really well with it and hasn’t looked back since he wore his last diaper last week…go Ro!).

In his twenty-third month, Roman is: coming up with all sorts of things to say like “Ro Ro turn”, “Petra eat it”, “Sku me burp”, “heard airplane too…listen…coming”, “Petra good girl”, “logurt” for yogurt, “did it”, “find it”, “reach it…need chair”, “mommy I need you”, “wait mommy…red light”, “Doing?”, “Going?”, “naked boy”, “Jonas”, “Xander”, “Why?”, “mean”, “AhAh best friend”, “fist bump Petra”, and more; still winning the messiest and whiny-est boy at mealtimes award; sleeping a little longer in the morning FINALLY (thanks to daddy for his ninja process of elimination in figuring that one out); and continuing to bless our hearts with his happy, into everything, passionate, talkative, snuggly self.

At twenty-two months, Roman is: saying things like “not working…need battery”, “wash hands”, “plate sink”, “too dark”, and more; singing songs like crazy…ABCs, Five Silly Monkeys, and Brahm’s Lullaby; dancing to music; taking his plate to the sink after meals; recognizing some of his letters; identifying his shapes; matching up book titles from sound to sight (I’ll ask him what he wants to read and he’ll say “Boo Boo” or “Ten Tiny Tickles” and go and find them on the book shelf); and telling jokes (Roman: “Knock knock.” Mommy: “Who’s there?” Roman: “Bamouse.” Mommy: “Bamouse who?” Roman: “Banana.”).