Sad: I threw up lots of times yesterday morning. Daddy was on a business trip, so it was a great time to do it.
I've mentioned to Jonathan's readers that I've been reading Compassion's blog. They've recently written four posts about their brand new work in the country of Togo. In just a couple of minutes, I've been able to learn about the people there and the challenges they face. If you're curious, just click here. I've linked to the posts with my favorite one at the top, which is an inspiring story of a mother and father successfully parenting their six children in a more challenging environment than I've ever seen.
If you live far from here, you might not know that our air is really dirty. There's lots of smoke in the air because all the trees and grass are too dry and it's easy for them to catch on fire, and that's what they've been doing. Yesterday our air quality went from "Unhealthy for Sensitive Groups" (which includes me, since I'm a little kid) to "Unhealthy." Yuck. So, Aunt Corinne and Mommy have agreed that we don't need to be out swimming in the smoke. And water. Too bad for me, because I had already explained to Mommy that I was going to swim with my "swimmies" and float around in the water. Maybe next time.
Have you been waiting to find out how my swimming lessons went? I'll tell you all about it! But I'll have to share some background first.
I used to live near an amazing water park. We could walk to it from our house and see my little buddies there. I used to be really comfortable getting my face wet and even going under water. Not so much now. But I had a breakthrough last week. Mommy and Daddy took me swimming for fun a couple of times, and I got more comfortable in the water. I even blew bubbles out my nose and got the back of my head wet. I still don't like to get my eyes wet, but I'm working on it. And I have to work very hard to remember not to whine and fuss when I have to try something that makes me a little nervous. Here are some pictures of me at my swimming lessons. They're with Ms. Monique because Ms. Chelsea was not feeling well.
Isaac and I have been little buddies for a long time. Over three years, acutally...almost a lifetime! Click here to see a picture of us when we were babies that's super cute. Anyway, Isaac and his mommy, Ms. Kathy, came to see us this morning. I'm not who enjoyed it more: me or Mommy. Isaac is three months younger than me and loves the same things I love. We played with toys all morning and did a fabulous job sharing. (Can you believe it?) Here are some pictures of our time together.
Today during the children's message at church, the pastor talked about what names mean. Jesus' name means "God saves." I also found that my name means "gift of God." Would you believe that my parents had never mentioned this to me? And my middle name means "beloved." So, I am "gift of God...beloved." (And I am also named after both my grandpas. And important people in the Bible.) Mommy's names mean "beloved...beloved." Daddy's names mean "God's peace...from the road crossing." So, little buddies, do you know what your names mean? Have your parents told you? Are you named after someone? I'd love to know! Maybe you could leave me a comment and tell me.
This spring, Mommy and I were inspired by Jamey, Jack, and their mommy. So, I got to paint some things for Mother's Day. (This isn't my shirt. It's my wrong-side-out pajama shirt, for those of you who are worried.)
Hi, Jonathan's mom here. You've probably noticed the widget on our blog for Compassion International. It's a cause that's becoming nearer to my heart, and I've been reading their blog to learn more about the needs of people all over the world and what we, here, can do about their needs.
What I usually say when Mommy and Daddy come get me in the morning (or after a nap:)
Hi! May I please read a book with Daddy.
But I sometimes say:
May I please have Mommy not frighten me. I heared a loud noise when she opened my door and I was a little scared.
After seeing several emergency vehicles pass by our car, I said:
A fire truck ambulance police car parade! A short parade.
And, last but not least:
May I please snuggle close with Mommy. May I please have your face not be too big.
I didn't blow bubbles today. I can't remember how, and I don't ever plan to do it again. I don't plan to get any parts of my head wet, either. It's a good thing we have a weekend break before I have to try again. Even though today didn't go so well, I still love Ms. Chelsea and look forward to seeing her again.
Here's an update on swimming lessons for you. Yesterday, I did the unthinkable: I got wet up to my nose and blew bubbles out my nose. Ms. Chelsea and Mommy were so happy! Ms. Chelsea is very patient. She spends most of each swimming lesson carrying me around and getting me deeper into the water. I think that's really fun. She also holds me on my tummy so that I can kick like a fish. That part is fun, too! But when she wants me to lay on my back and kick like a fish, I just won't tolerate it. Somewhere along the line, I've become scared to get my face into the water and terrified to lean my head back into the water. I haven't gotten the back or top of my head wet yet this week. So, I'll keep putting up with a little bit more of her persuasion each day, and we'll see how it goes. I really do like swimming lessons and Ms. Chelsea!
I have a new project completed that makes me smile every time I see it, so I have to share. I was inspired a few months ago by the Picture Perfect Wall. I loved the idea of a system for making a picture collage on a big wall, and I had a big, blank wall in the playroom that needed some help. Here's just one thing you can do with their amazing system.
My playroom budget didn't allow for the price tag, however. Thank goodness for Ikea Hacker, which has been inspiring me to do things myself for just a little bit of money. I decided to make my own wall collage using Ikea's Ram frame series. They are super cheap and paintable. Instead of glass, the clear part is plastic. I figured that would be great for the playroom both because they'd be unlikely to break and because a kiddo would be less likely to get hurt in the event of any wild playtime. Ikea's website lists the dimensions of the frames, so I cut out some little models with graph paper and played around with them until I had a plan that I thought would work on the wall. (That may sound silly, but I figured it would be sillier to drive all the way to Ikea, pick out some frames I liked, and get home to find out that I needed different ones.) Here's what Jeff and I chose.
After Daddy got back from camping with Mr. Rob and Mr. Perry, they were at our house for a little while. It didn't take much work to convince Daddy and Mr. Rob to play trains with me. They even brought the trains downstairs.
My dad has been on a trip. This time it wasn't a business trip, but a trip doing guy things like camping and hiking and getting dirty. Someday, I'll be big enough to go along, but this time I stayed home with Mommy.
I think I forgot to tell you about some reasons to celebrate around here. The first one was Monday: Jared's birthday party.
Here I am watching the other kids play in his pool. I didn't feel like playing in the pool until a couple of hours later. Mommy made me go be with the kids, but she couldn't make me play until I was good and ready.