Monday, April 25, 2011

A Poem

I like friends.
Fun friends, good friends, funny friends are for me.
Me and you, we are friends forever, together.
We two are good friends, so do be my best friend.
I really like friends so much I could cry.
-J. D'arcy Williams

Their clothes say it all.

Let's be clear. He put this on himself.


Saturday, April 9, 2011

Schroeder is two.

Schroeder turned 2 on March 27. As our pediatrician said yesterday, he's a bit of a peanut. That means he's short like his mommy. Here's to hoping he keeps growing until he's twenty like his daddy. Maybe we should have expected this when we named him after a peanut ;P. He's definitely my son. People often mention that he looks just like me. Yep, is my answer to that observation.

He's also talking. A lot. He can copy pretty much any word that comes out of our mouth. See my previous post. The other night in the car, Julian was telling us about watching the Know No Stranger skits (friends from church who formed a drama troupe) we had seen the earlier in the week. Schroeder kept saying Know No Stranger, Know No Stranger, Know No Stranger. It's super cute the first five times.

Right now he also likes Toy Story, trains, trucks, pretty much anything his brother is playing with, smothering Maggie Lu, going to "Gabe's house", making sound effects, getting hugs from his mommy when he's hurt, "guys" (referring to Lego guys, action figures, trains and cars with faces, etc), Veggie Tales, bopping his head in the car to Here Comes the Sun or anything on 92.3, picking up Daddy at work, buses (do you notice the transportation theme?), getting his shoes, jacket and hat on, breakfast x3, and jumping on Begbie's back and telling him to "go, dog, go!".

He is still my layed back little man with three small exceptions. He breaks down if he is too tired, getting teeth, or if I don't get his waffles in short order. Did I mention that kid likes breakfast?

Wow, it's only been two year since he was born, and now he's already a big kid and a big brother. He may not have had long to be my baby, but that boy sure has my heart.

Here is a piece of art that Schroeder refers to as "guy". He was very upset to leave the guy.

He refused to look at the camera. There were just to many interesting buses driving by.

He's smart. At least his mother thinks so. This dude can handle regular size legos already which I think is quite adept for two year old fingers.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Kids say the darndest things...

Now that we are in our home and getting settled, it's time to break my blog silence. I have many posts on my mind and heart, but I'll start with this sweet, simple one.

I was hanging photos and shelves on the walls of our home this morning. I was making progress. Then I hit a stud. I didn't have a drill which meant that my little screw wasn't getting through.

Me: Damn it.
Schroeder: Damn it.

I turn to give my little mimic a raised eyebrow which should be translated to "thanks for being around to mimic me in my finest hour". Schroeder throws his hands up, gives a little chuckle, and says "I talking."