It's so much fun to hang out with toddlers and watch/listen to them process the world. Des is really into everything that is related to Daddy lately.
Most mornings Des and I sit on the front steps and watch Peter drive off to work. Today Des said, "Daddy to work. Push buttons on computer." I only tell him that daddy programs computers. Somehow he must have figured out lots of button pushing is involved.
Desmond walks into our bedroom and everything is Daddy's bed or Daddy's toothbrush or Daddy's chair.
It's just me and Des in the middle of the grocery store he yells, "I love you Daddy!"
Yesterday Desmond was attentively watching Peter shave his cheeks. (Yes, that does happen from time to time!) Des noticed me watching and decisively shut the bathroom door. I guess it's my first of many, "Boys rule, girls drool."
Even though Brazil is guaranteed to advance, we'll be cheering our hearts out. Who doesn't want to see the colony beat the colonizer? Plus, practically all the Portuguese players look like they have their eyebrows done.
I've met several Brasilians at playgrounds since we've started dressing Desmond in his Brasilian garb on game days.
Desmond loves all the soccer-watching that's been going on since the World Cup started. He never fails to put a smile on our face when he yells, "Goooooooooooooal do Brazil!"
We went to Frying Pan Park with Leah and Kimberly today. They have a small farm with animals for the kids to see. I'm always excited when Desmond can actually experience stuff like this instead of just reading about it.
My favorite part of the day was when Desmond noticed the water buckets for the animals. He kept asking the animals, "Hello goat. Would you like to play in water?" Or "Hello pig. Would you like to play in water?" I guess he can't imagine why a bucket of water would exist for anything other than play.
Leah practicing her tractor driving.
Des shares the wheel for a bit.
I don't know if we'll ever get a true non-"cheese" smile out of this kid. He loves saying "cheeeeese" for every photo. Reminds of myself as a kid...
I'm glad we braved the heat wave for an early morning trip. We even returned home in time to watch the US WIN their World Cup game! Woohoo!!!
Desmond is in a very thankful stage. He thanks for me bringing him milk. He thanks me for carrying him. He thanks other kids for sharing toys. It's probably a phase, but is still heart-meltingly sweet.
Mr. Fankful doing his tough-guy face.
One of my favorites is when he adds to our prayers at mealtime. We say a short prayer together, keeping it simple by thanking God for things Desmond understands. Lately, after I say amen, he occasionally pipes in with his own suggestions. It usually goes something like this, "Fank you swimming pool. Fank you card-from-Grandma. Fank you soccer. Fank you booberries."
Of course he doesn't understand prayer or God yet. In fact, he might even think we're thanking the actual objects. Still, I like this fankful little boy.
We went strawberry picking today with a friend and three of her daughters. The weather was cool and breezy. There were few bugs and lots of strawberries. The kids had fun playing with each other. These are the days I dreamed of when considering being a stay at home mom.
I envisioned Desmond happily picking berries as he waded through the bushes....like treasure hunting. Instead he played with the sprinkler system most of the time. Go figure.