I must sincerely beg forgiveness for the lack of updates in the past week. We have been out-of-town, visiting family and friends, and staying in the house I grew up in for the last time. We sorted photos and went here and ate there and visited this house and toured that one, and I took some pictures, but not many.
We had fun, though. 🙂
We love wooden toys, in this house.
At least, Remy Sr. and I do. Remy Jr. doesn’t exactly have a say in the matter, but I’d venture to say that he’s pretty fond of them, too.
I mentioned before how much Remy loves to be on the floor, all stretched out. Having a lovely, brightly-colored (and wooden!) gym to gaze at just makes the experience that much better. It even inspired me to break out my rainbow quilt, which used to hang on the wall of my room when I was a preschooler.
Remy will now spend up to half an hour looking at it, kicking his legs and waving his arms, and talking (loudly!) to the hanging toys. He can’t do much longer than that, though.
Bright colors do that to me, too, after a while.
likes: fake coughing, waking up happy in the morning, trying to sit up, tooting, mommy and daddy, his thumb, baths, tatey time, silly faces, that weird sound mommy makes sometimes, the sound of his own voice.
dislikes: carseats for long durations, naptime (sometimes), waking up hungry, being alone, loud noises when he’s trying to sleep, being sleepy.
nicknames: fatman, fathead, sillyman, tateyman, tateymonster, crabbycakes, crabbypatties, tootoobrains, Remy, Remy-Lou, Remy-Lou-Who, Remy-Lou-Hullabaloo.
funnest day: every day.
Last year, the family of one of Jeremy’s students graciously allowed us to use one of their beach houses for a week, once school was out. This year, the invitation was extended again. We were staying during the same week as last time: the first week of June. This time around, though, we had added a family member; someone who was almost four month old…who had been born at a little over eight months gestation…which, er, makes twelve months. I’m sure you’re following me.
So Remy’s presence at the house this year was a great source of amusement and awe, joy and jokes for us. We did get a picture of all three of us in the room we stayed in last year. And then we giggled about it. Because we are adults.
Remy enjoyed his time at the beach. I hope one day we can go back to that house, when he’s old enough to understand the significance. If only because I can just imagine the face he’d make when we tell him.
Yeah, about like that!