Our Night Owl

Left to his own, Vic would take a three hour or so nap after lunch each day, and then stay up really, really late.  His internal clock is set to night owl.  That doesn't work for the rest of us, so I shorten his nap in the afternoon, and then put him in the bed long before he is ready in the evenings.  Even if he skips his nap, he finds renewed energy at bedtime.  He is cute and thinks diligently each evening about reasons why he shouldn't go to bed just yet.  Eventually he does fall asleep, but there is always evidence that he has tossed and turned and rearranged his soft toys a good long while before he finally closes his eyes.

This is how I found him last night, completely sideways with his feet off the side of his bed.  Of course, the left thumb (the only one he says tastes good) in his mouth.  Yeah, we do let him pick out his own pajamas. 

No Kits Here

Our boys loved our Craigslist purchased playground in Indiana.  At the last moment (after the labor-intensive, shoulder-injuring tearing down), the movers said it couldn't be moved.  (FYI, moving is emotional and, at times, invokes my irrational.)  I just wanted to hold onto something familiar for the boys, and this announcement was not well received by me.  We brought the swings, slide, and a bit of the hardware hoping we could find a spot for it.  I printed a couple of photos from the internet and gave them to our driver (don't we sound fancy?).  I asked him if he might find someone who could build something similar for us.  I meant it casually, like, when you have a chance could you get a price, an idea if it could be done, etc.  Well, the next day he had everything mobilized and ready to begin.  I figured Craig should be involved for the safety of the kiddos, so we waited until last Saturday.  Craig had a grand adventure going to the "Lowe's" with the builders, places that would send OSHA into utter shock.  He returned a couple of hours later with two builders followed by an orange zhiguli with all the lumber on top.  I missed my photo of the car.  The guys were awesome, and the swing-sets turned out better than our expectations.  A swing-set in our yard is a treat, not a necessity, just an extra special something that causes us to say thanks.

Planing the wood by hand... the only power tool they had was a drill

Our yard is too long and skinny for one long row of swings, so we had Max's made separately and put out of the sun.  

Work shoes?  Why not?   He changed out of his other flip-flops and into these for working.

These guys were amazing.  Every measurement, angle, and cut was perfect.  

This builder has three young kiddos of his own and was so kind to our boys.

The finished project.  They worked most of Saturday and Sunday afternoon. 

 

Max, 10 Months

I'll be cliché

... time is flying.
Max was 10 months April 4th.

He's doing lots of cute things now like clapping, waving "bye", and playing peek-a-boo.

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but not a sweet little red-headed Max.