the bug
my bug is now four-and-three-quarters, and that's a very important fact to remember. you do not want to get caught saying four-and-a-half, believe me. the bug is so very full of life and love and curiosity and wonder. he has maintained his mysterious southern accent but has added a bit of "monster truck dude" twang to the mix. he has a knack for math and can do addition, subtraction, and even some multiplication. a regular interaction between me and will when i'd pick him up from camp this summer went something like this:
"hey buddy! how was camp?"
"fine. what's 3+8+9+3+2+14+1?"
"um, hold on a minute."
will still loves cars and racing but claims to have an interest in spiderman, which has everything to do with luca, his best friend. luca likes ninja turtles and chews gum and really lives on the edge, and is teaching will all those things mommy and daddy don't. luca rocks. and i'm keeping my eye on him.
will started pre-k last week, and it was so fun to watch him run down the halls of his little school with such joy and confidence. he owns that place. it's amazing to think that two years ago his first teachers were peeling him out of my arms, sobbing and scared to leave me. which brings me to the bunny.
the bunny
my precious little bunny. the bunny is riding the turbulent waves of the twos with grace and a lot of yelling. sistah has a lot going on. a new baby brother, molars, a sinus infection, school starting. i even threw baby ballet into the pot, which is incredibly cute but might be asking too much. my little lady has become very mommy-dependent over the last few months, and i'll take every last hug and cuddle, but it makes separations difficult. which means starting nursery school last week, even with her best friend ella in class with her, was quite difficult. for me and the bunny. because when someone takes your screaming child out of your arms and expects you to leave, it's hard. but we did it - we both did - and i know things will get better. soon she'll be bounding down those school halls with the same boldness as her brother.
the bunny's interests these days include applesauce squeezies, bean, calliou, taylor swift, and babies. it's an eclectic range, i know. she's a special lady.
and the bear
oh, baby bear. what is there not to say about the bear? the bear is sweetness and cuteness incarnate. he is the snuggliest, happiest little baby and i could kiss his face all day long. poor baby bear has to spend a lot of time in his car seat, though, trucking his big brother and sister to and from school and play dates and activities. when the car stops at, say, a stop light, and your binky falls out, it can be a hard to time be the baby bear. and the baby bear's mom. there's lots of crying in the car, and it's very sad. in fact, those cries break my heart, every time. it's not easy being the third child, but it sure is fun. those big kids love their baby brother to pieces, and are constantly tickling him and kissing him and singing to him and bringing him all sorts of toys he's far too little to play with (mostly race cars).
the bear has the silliest little smile and giggle. he loves ceiling fans like his big brother did, and binkies like his sister. mr. owl is his favorite friend on the play mat. oh, and baby bear sleeps. this is very, very important. baby bear will sleep five or six hour stretches at once! go baby bear!
and that's all i have time to say about the bug, the bunny, and the bear for right now. because someone needs bunny crackers, another one needs to nurse, and another just needs a hug. and i'm on it.
