Wowza, it's been a while. I wish thoughts could become blog posts, you know, like mental dictation with a built-in thesaurus for extra brilliant word choices. They'll probably have that figured out by the time Sprout and Coco are my age.
Sprout turns the big oh-four next week. He's becoming such an amazing little boy. Daily we have such fascinating, mature conversations that I can't fathom what he'll be like at seven or 17. He also recently joined Little Kickers and is now Mr. Soccer. Which makes me now, uh, I guess, a soccer mom.
[Note to self: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED AROUND HERE?]
Meanwhile, I joined an early morning running group. It's a bunch of moms from the neighborhood, and we do about 3 miles on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 6:15. OK, I'm making this sound like it's a well-established gig when tomorrow is actually my second time, provided I wrap this up soon and hit the hay. Pre-dawn is no small feat for me, so this is a big deal. I signed me and TJ up for Seattle's Rock n' Roll Marathon in June, so it's time to get back on the ball!
Coco is thriving in full-on toddlerhood complete with steep ups and downs. He has also been babbling like crazy. It's cute as can be, but also frustrating for all parties as we often fail to communicate effectively. Tonight Coco was pointing to the dinner table and insisting vociferously on something. We held everything before him, one by one to no avail, then finally Peter resorted to holding him over the table like that claw arcade game. He never did reach for anything specific. I wish we had made more signing progress, but he'll be talking sooner than later, I think.
Last week the grande dame of the family, Peter's grandmother, died. She was 97 years old. That's a very long time for anyone to live, though we were sad to hear of her passing. Peter made the trip to Iowa to be with family, and I'm glad he did. We three were there in spirit if not in person. Throughout the weekend, Sprout and I spent some time discussing death and family. Kids are surprisingly matter-of-fact about these things, but he was still mildly sad.
To lighten the mood, we watched Pete's flight on google earth for a while before cruising around the globe to familiar locales. We caught this street view from his school. Pretty funny as we recognize this group walking to the play yard, though Sprout isn't in the photo.
Other than being crushed by work and looking forward to a trip to Maui in April, life's been the usual daily busy. How about you?
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