I can hear the wind howling outside, and it makes me happy that I'm inside, by the wood stove. I've been enjoying the cozy morning by the fire and the fall cold outside, brisk walks with the boys and Penny have been so pleasant, hot dinners again grace our table, and I'm contemplating making spicy, chewy cookies today, if I have time.
We're doing well. Arie is just recovered from the flu. It was nasty, nasty, and I always feel so bad for little ones when they puke. He's been working on driving his wheelchair quite a bit (when he's not sick) and it's going well. He really likes it now, but his stamina for sitting that long and focusing on driving is pretty short. He starts preschool soon, one day a week in November, and I have mixed feelings about that. I do really think it'll be an excellent experience for him though.
Ioan is doing great. Something like 16 pounds now! He's got a little laugh going, he can almost, almost roll over, he loves toys, and he's finding his hands. He spends at least an hour a day just staring at his arm, extended straight up in the air with his hand fisted. I see it all the time, but it still makes me laugh.
Ioan grows so quickly compared to Arie that I am ever so much more aware of the limited number of days that he is still a baby. It's been such a different experience this time around. Ioan can already do things, even at his uncoordinated stage, that Arie still can't do. It's interesting, amazing, and bittersweet to watch, and it makes me so thankful to God that He gave us Arie first, before I knew what it ought to have been like. Looking back, I realize how good God was, and is, to us. And now, with two sons, and Arie so much older, I'm so happy with the family God has given me. It's not what I expected and dreamed of when I was younger; it's much, much better than that.
Well, you're probably wondering where the pictures are. Truth be told, the batteries in the camera are dead. But I promise to get some up soon.
