Reed is talking
talking talking! Yesterday I asked him, “Reed, what color are Bryce’s
eyes? What color are Mommy’s eyes?” He was looking at our eyes and then
answering. A few minutes later- after a period of silence Reed said to
me, “Bryce’s eyes blue.”
I was so
impressed! Sometimes I can’t believe what a smarty pants he is.
Aunt Jessie is here for the week and we are enjoying her so much! The
boys are on break from school until Monday morning so she came up to nanny so I
can go to work. The downside is- now I want to take vacation days so I
can stay home and play with them! I guess I can’t complain since I only work
MWF and 18 hours a week. They enjoy the crap out of her, too.
Bryce giggles hysterically when she lifts him into the air and brings him in
for kisses. Reed tested her reflexes in the pool by spontaneously trying
to drown himself every three seconds.
We recently taught
Reed an add on for his greeting of “hi”, I decided it was slightly creepy for
him to just repeatedly stab a “hi” to random customers at the store so we said,
“Reed, when you say hi- you can ask how they’re doing. Say, Hi, How are you?
I’m great!” He picked it up with ease and can now interact
conversationally with strangers. Its sweeter than pure cane sugar.
Occasionally he’ll throw the greeting out to inanimate objects, such as his
fork. “Hi fork! Howie you? I’m-a-great!”
Or comically, to a bug
that he pointed out to Mike.
“Bug.” Reed said to
his dad.
“Yeah, Reed. That’s a
dead bug.” Returned Mike.
“Hi dead bug! Howie you?!”
(not so great, thought
the dead bug)
We’ve really been
making the most of Jessie’s trip. She got in late on Saturday night, not just
late, as in planned in the evening, but delayed late, too. I picked her
up after 9:30 and we headed downtown where the Thunderheads were all pouring
out of the basketball arena and into Bricktown. We talked and talked and
soaked up the energy of the crowds of people yelling “Thunder up, baby!”
Just strolling up and
down the streets was entertainment, but after sharing a small cup of
“chocolate-peanut butter-coconut-marshmallow swirl” gelato, we headed upstairs
at Nonna’s for a drink at The Purple Bar. Jessie’s brilliantly blue
“Thunder Up” cocktail was a lot more fittingly festive than my lemonade
cocktail.
Sunday was a Sun-Day,
that’s for sure. We headed south to Moore, bright and early, for Mike’s bike
race. He raced well, but didn’t show it at the finish. Still working on
strategy for getting in the front of the pack at the finish line. It was sunny,
warm, and humid! We loved watching him speed past us every 2 minutes in
the short critirium course and we had a great spot staked out under the shade.
I brought along Reed’s balance bike so he could play with it while Mike raced,
and PLAY WITH IT he did!! He rode that bike for over an hour- he took a 10
minute break for a snack and a dry diaper, but went right back to it. The
race actually butted up close to nap time, so there was a little hanging around
and then it was time to pack up and head home. Reed wanted to ride his
bike all the way (two blocks) back to the car but was getting so exhausted he
could barely keep it upright and his eye lids were falling at about the same
rate. He slowly trudged along, with his eyes almost closed before Jessie picked
up both Reed and his bike to walk the rest of the way. Reed requested
weakly, “Bike please? Bike please?” Oh the silly little guy.
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