Jimmy loves feeling like a big boy. He loves being held up high where he can see and feel like a boss. His new found love is cars--anything that moves makes him giggle and scream. He's such a delight, giving slobbery wet kisses now and touching our faces in love--but a tough little guy, too. He already has started pulling the boys' hair when he's mad at them or screaming and fighting for toys that he wants. Growing pains, right? Just growing pains.

Fiberglass Swords

Rob had a casting workshop this week, and brought home a roll of . . . cast stuff. The boys knew what to do--they wanted to make swords! And, it worked! They signed their names on them and had plenty of fun beating each other up. The joys!

Pahklova

As most of you know, I am proud of my Armenian heritage, and with that comes the passing on of traditions. I have vivid memories of making Pahklova with my mom every Christmas (like Baklava, but Armenian style). My job was to brush the dough with butter. Well, I thought my boys were ready, and just like I remember, they LOVED painting the thin dough ("Is this paper?" Robbie asked!) and helping mommy. I hope they do this with their kids too.

Getting Ready for Christmas!

Dream Crusher

My mom was dubbed "Dream Crusher" a few years back. It seemed that every time we had a new dream or avenue we wanted to explore, she would point out all of the "potential issues" that we would need to attack. No fun. Total dream crusher,right? (To her defense, she is highly optimistic and supportive of each of us, always encouraging--just with an added taste of reality.)

Well, I am sad to say, I've become that person. As I've said before, Ty has a new found passion for art. After limiting the amount of paper he could color each day, and putting a nix on the body art, he found an alternative to his "canvas" problem: the carpet! But the best part is that he used permanent marker! Oh yes, blue marker all over to forever tell his story!

(He wasn't exactly happy when I told him he had to clean it up and, well, it refused to be cleaned!)



So, the markers got put up--way up! But Ty's little imagination couldn't be shelved. Oh no. Instead, I got . . .Clothes Mosiac--notice that the shirts aren't just dumped in a pile, but evenly strewn about the floor. So lovely.And my missing mixing bowls served as a metal tree statue in the shadow of our Christmas tree.

So, I give up. Ty is a horse that can't be broken--I love that about him. He is spirited and determined and proud.