Team Fisher

My blog marathon is ending.  Beckett is squealing in one room.  Paxon is singing in the other.  Nap time is coming to an end.  I want to sign off with my favorite pictures of the boys.  Just because I can.

Here’s Pax spending a wonderful day at Disneyland Woodland Park Zoo.  He absolutely loved the morning we spent with Shauna and Maeve at the zoo.  It was as if we were at Disneyland because of his enthusiasm for seeing the animals. This is a shot of the otters and a mezmerized little boy.  He’s now convinced that we have to go to Africa and “see the animals.”  Okay.

This is a shot of jumpy, sweet-faced Beck.  He’s such a great person to have around and an easy baby to care for.  He’s napping well (2 a day at predictable times), trying all sorts of solid foods (sweet potato & kale, broccoli, avacado, applesauce) maintaining a cheery disposition most of the time and sleeping through the night.  Here he is giving Mama a sweet smile while jumping and sucking his thumb — 2 of his favorite past times.

Signing off as I hear song floating from Pax’s room,  “God our Father…we give thanks…for our many blessings…Amen.”  Yep.  Thanks.

Happy Hearts day from Henry Street to you.  We hope you’re surrounded by all the things you love and love to do in this season of Valentine.  Stuffed animals, books and dressing up fill our days.  Pax’s imagination is exploding and he’s constantly asking questions, “Hunh?  Why?  What’d you say Mom?”  We also have to threaten to take away books if we need some cooperative behavior.  “Want to read 3 books tonight?  Better change your attitude.”  “Okay, Mom.  I changed my attitude.  I love you.  Isn’t that a nice thing to say?”  Oh yes, Pax.  It is.

I just made up a new phrase:  Tony Danza’d.  This is what happened to Beckett this morning. He was Tony Danza’d.

He’s a squiggly guy, okay?  He’s about ready to crawl  any time, okay?  His brother never rolled off the bed, okay?  Let’s just say, I left the room for a few moments and heard a weird thud and dud.  Did the cat knock over a plant?  Did someone knock on the back door?  No. Poor Beckett rolled, fell and his mouth collided with the door and moulding that stands next to our bed.

A little panic.  A lot of blood.  A couple teary moments.  A long cuddle session.  A few minutes researching “baby fell off bed” on the internet.  A cold teether.  A fat upper lip and a scraped up nose. This picture doesn’t really show what a bruiser he is because he was smiley and chatting a few minutes later.  What a guy.

When Pax was a baby, he got a bath pretty much every night.  It was just part of the routine.  Now, baths are special events.  Smell funny?  Take a bath.  Weird things growing behind your ears?  Take a bath.  Looking for a diving adventure?  Take a bath.  Poor Beck — I think he’s had about 30 baths in his life, thus far.  Let’s see if we can up the clean quotient around here in the next few weeks.  I dare us.

Poor guy.  Lance has a lot on his plate.  What with the start of a new semester, final grades, creating new curriculum and being a stellar family guy, he’s off the charts busy.  He’s getting up early and going to bed late.  Yesterday, I think he worked a 15-hour day.  Ugh.  Good thing he has a TA.  Beckett’s extra helpful, as you can see.

2 little boys + many great moments + same overprotective parents = brothers.

Pax is Beckett’s favorite person.  No one can make him laugh as much as Pax can.  Yesterday, Pax would crouch down and then pop up, yelling, “Trick!”  For some reason, Beckett thought this was the funniest thing ever.  Pax does love to entertain him — reading, playing music, jumping, wrestling.  Philadelphia is not the city of brotherly love, Bellingham is .