To be Two

I love having a two year old, even though more often than I'm proud of you may find me complaining about temper tantrums and time outs.  His enthusiasm for simple things is boundless...as is his energy.  If his face while he's spinning around doesn't make you laugh out loud, you have lost the little kid in  you, and I am sorry.  Because this is all very good fun.  Luke is so proud of his somersaults.  He reminds me of when I was three or four (one of my earliest memories!)  and my Mom babysat my cousin J'mark everyday.  When J'mark would show up in the morning I would be so excited to see him that I would run around the couch and do a somersault on the cushions rolling into a headstand with my legs up on the wall behind the couch.  Recently when I've been feeling really sick and tired and wishing there was something to feel excited about it doesn't take me long to realize that the little person beside me is pretty darn excited - all the time.  He finds living and moving a thrill.  What an art.

What we do when we can't do much

Watch other people work:  Derek is painting Luke's big boy bed frame.

Pick the last of the tomatoes.  Getting fresh air is wonderful...and not having to expend much energy to do it is even better.

Have friends over.  Friends are the best kind of distractions from suffering.  It's just hard when they leave, and I remember how sick I feel, and am slightly embarassed to have puked twice within their earshot.  *sigh*

Announcement

Baby Thiessen #2 is on the way!
8weeks and counting.
Due date: April 27, 2011

I have a wonderful excuse for being away recently.  I'm puking lots, sleeping lots, and not getting much else done.  It's taken everything out of me just to finish up my Fall photography projects which include two Grand Prize winner's photo shoots (we did drawings at the Farmer's Market and the Back 40), and our friend's daughter Madelyn's 2 year photos.  Go over to atreetocallhome.blogspot.com and see the only photos I've taken in the last two weeks.  I'm sorry I haven't got any new sunshine room photos, but this wonderful news will have to do.

Is this thing on?

Dear readers,
I know you're too polite to say, "what the #&@*?" and ask where I've gone.  And frankly I'm much too tired to tell you the whole story.  This week has flown by in a whirlwind of sickness and rain here in Winkler, Manitoba.  I took these photos on Tuesday, one of our only nice, sunny days this week (although still too cold for my liking - frost?!  really?!  already?!).

Luke was rocking out, singing along to Beethoven (how do you do that with no words?  Luke can tell you how - you make up your own words, and not like your own collection of English words, but your VERY OWN words ie: redolphindaddyoleo) and dancing on his new big boy bed.  Well, it's new to him.  Derek's dad actually built it for Derek when Derek was a little boy.  We moved it upstairs into Luke's room to get him used to it and to get it out of the way while Derek gets to work on basement renovations. 

He's already got a wall up to close off my very own new office.  It's lovely, I will get you a photo soon.  In the meantime you get pictures of the sunset's ripple reflections on my wall, and the cutest boy in the world singing into...a jump rope.

talk to you soon, hopefully!
laura

The measure of a good day

What's in his hair?

Rice.

Just after I got the rice cleaned up.

I grew up with these mythological stories of four boys who got into epic trouble...and Stan, Greg, Phil and Clint lived to tell the story.  But all these years I've misunderstood.  They weren't mythological.  They were true.  And those boys are very, very lucky to still be alive.

Bres-kat (breakfast) and dough