Just Some Things

Some loosely connected happenings and thoughts from yesterday and today:

Yesterday, I spent a wonderful couple of hours with Levi.  Our time together involved lots of hugs and kisses.....and spitting.  Yes, you read that right.  The little guy is obsessed with spitting...as in spitting on me.  A normal mother would try to put a stop to that behavior.  Oh, wait, I did try to put a stop to it.  Ahem.  It didn't work.  I've given up.  I know exactly how stubborn he is because he just might have gotten it from me. Now, we just spit on each other.  :)  I know, some of you are laughing and some are staring at your screen is horror.  In actuality, I blow raspberries on him, and he spits on me.  I've lessened my expectations.  Now I just ask that he doesn't get too much saliva on me while spitting and laughing hysterically.  Admittedly, I hope he outgrows this phase...soon.
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To my dismay, Levi didn't pay a lick of attention to me when I told him he wasn't allowed to grow any in these two weeks.  He was bigger yesterday than on Friday.  My heart heart cringed over it.  He looks more and more like a boy every day now.  And, he talks more and more like one too.  Sigh.
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He is still thoroughly convinced that the new baby is moving in with Nanno and Baw-Baw.  Nanno was with me yesterday, when I went to see Levi, and he told her "De baby's gonna live at your house!". 
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The rearranging and organizing of Levi's things is taking longer than expected, but then doesn't everything involved in moving and renovating take longer than expected?  Please, say "Yes."  My mother has been helping me for two days now, and she'll be back tomorrow.  We've been reassembling furniture, unearthing all of Levi's toys, deciding what to put in his room...and we might have gotten sidetracked and organized the storage room.  After she left this evening, I started going through some boxes.  One contained Levi's keepsakes.  Among other things there were little embroidered bibs that were too pretty to actually use, a beautiful hand knit blanket, his birthday hat from his first birthday.  I made the hat for him, and he nearly demolished it in one wearing.  I can't part with it though.  Looking through his old things nearly had me in tears.  Not entirely sad tears...the bittersweet variety.  He's not a baby anymore.  Not really.  Sure he still curls up with me at night and plays with my hair as he goes to sleep.  And, yes, when he's running around naked he looks so much tinier, and I catch those almost glimpses of the baby he once was.  But, he's becoming a boy; a boy with a big imagination, and even bigger opinions.  He's becoming himself, and that is truly lovely to behold.  Still, though, if time could just slow down a tad, I wouldn't mind at all.