I can't get over how funny this is. Just had to share the hilarity with any and all who will laugh along with me, if you haven't seen it yet. The tiny doll hands are too much. Oh, and my favorite line: "...with my by myself!"
Friday, October 24, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Milestones: Month 30
I do miss those days sometimes, when you were just a babbly, drooling thing without any hair or teeth to speak of. You were a constantly moving bundle of energy, although in that regard you haven't changed much...
But thankfully now you have some hair and plenty of teeth!
These days you are into...well, everything. But one thing that you must have when we leave the house is your 'glasses.' These are actually your sunglasses that we bought as summer began, and they have become your staple. I've noticed that you generally just like to wear glasses. Mama and Daddy wear glasses in the morning before we put our contacts in, and we wear sunglasses when we go out. Naturally, you want to do the same.
Nothing has changed about your love and excitement of being outdoors. Daddy and I even have to be careful about saying the word 'outside' because if there isn't a chance that you'll be going there...well, it won't be a happy moment. You're still not the kid who enjoys being messy -- I don't think you ever will be -- but you have surprised me with just how dirty those hands, feet and face can get!
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I love laughing with you. Humor, goofiness and silliness runs pretty deep in both your parents, and I think you've quickly learned that. You have your subtle moments, but mostly your humor is a laugh-out-loud kind of thing.
Junebug tends to be the more subtle one in the family anyway...
You do well at trying new things (although don't think you'll be driving anytime soon, mister!), but your cautious side still comes out. Just like with anything, I believe, it helps you to see us do something first or not be afraid ourselves.
You and your Daddy are like two peas in a pod. And where he goes, you want to follow. I can see that he is your hero, and I can also see that he is totally fine with that. And the silliness! When the two of you start your silliness, there's just no stopping it.
As the mother of a two-and-a-half-year-old, I know and expect that there is going to be lots of running, laughing, playing, shouting...and yes, even some drama from time to time. But one thing that still catches me off-guard is your thoughtfulness and your pensive moments. I have watched you listening to a song, really taking it in and absorbing every note within the melody. I love seeing your mind work, as you wonder about a bug or butterfly, or as you put a sentence together to tell me something you've learned.
And how you melt my heart, Miles -- every single day. There are times when I just cannot possibly soak in enough of the amazing person you are, times when I wish I could freeze a moment that we are sharing.
You are, and always will be, my sweet Miles.
Love, Mama
Love, Mama
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
1978
Speaking of anniversaries (since I've mentioned so many here lately), today is a big day.
Thirty years ago on this day, my family arrived in Dallas, Texas having left our home country of Rhodesia in Africa for good. If I remember the story correctly -- having been just shy of three years old, I have to go on stories rather than memory -- we had in our possession just a few trunks and about one thousand dollars. My dad was my age, 32, and my mom was only 28. My three older siblings and I were nine, seven, four and two years old. I would turn three in just six more days, so I was a few months older than Miles is now.
It is so easy to lay out all the facts of our coming to the States, and so much more difficult to express all the ways in which we've been blessed in doing so. There will never be enough words to thank my parents for the chances they took in leaving absolutely everything they knew behind. Like I said, my dad was my age at the time -- would I have had that same courage? I honestly don't know. But I know that I am truly thankful to my parents for their example of faith in a God who has watched over us through it all.
Thirty years ago on this day, my family arrived in Dallas, Texas having left our home country of Rhodesia in Africa for good. If I remember the story correctly -- having been just shy of three years old, I have to go on stories rather than memory -- we had in our possession just a few trunks and about one thousand dollars. My dad was my age, 32, and my mom was only 28. My three older siblings and I were nine, seven, four and two years old. I would turn three in just six more days, so I was a few months older than Miles is now.
It is so easy to lay out all the facts of our coming to the States, and so much more difficult to express all the ways in which we've been blessed in doing so. There will never be enough words to thank my parents for the chances they took in leaving absolutely everything they knew behind. Like I said, my dad was my age at the time -- would I have had that same courage? I honestly don't know. But I know that I am truly thankful to my parents for their example of faith in a God who has watched over us through it all.
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