Guess Who's Back...

Mom & Dad with Jake and Captain Hook

I have a habit of writing things down.  What I'm not very good at is keeping track of whatever it is that I write.  It's lifelong habit to attempt to keep a journal; the habit is in the attempt, not in the actual act.  I have scores of half empty books (of course, one must start fresh every time) in various locations.  All marked PRIVATE, as though I have anything important to say.  And each time I promise myself that I will keep up with my journaling.  I will keep an accounting of my life - Lord knows now, more than ever I need to be doing that.  Alas, the vow I make does not come to pass.  And so it goes with the Jon Rimkus Family blog.  

When I began, I assumed everyone wanted to know all the details of little Ryan's life. And I was more than happy to send out my accounting of his day to day activities.  But life catches up to you.  Hundreds of backed up photos turned to thousands and I am wading through the muck.  How do I catch up? Can I?  No.  

So, instead, fresh start again.  New book.  Blank page.  I won’t bother to tell you all the growing these boys have been doing.  Or to try to encapsulate in few words everything that they are.  Instead, I’ll just tell you what they have been in October 2013. 

Ryan is just shy of three years old, but I think he is really ten.  He has an excellent vocabulary and knows how to use it.  He lets me know what he “expects” of me and doesn’t hesitate to tell me when he’s “disappointed” or “frustrated.”  He uses the word "ridiculous" in the proper sense.  He is truthful, very literal and very logical.  He thinks things through better than I do.  I could learn a lot from him.  He goes to pre-pre school twice a week where he went in the first day and never looked back.  (Literally.)  He sings songs but doesn't want me to play the radio too loud.  He knows almost all the words to “Part of Your World” from The Little Mermaid and roams about the house singing "You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone" and "Roar."  He colors in the lines, the ABCs are old news and he’s sick of puzzles.  Instead he’s into knights and castles.  He loves Legos, Star Wars and super heroes.  I had to buy a Marvel Encyclopedia because Jon and I both ran out of names to make up for the good and bad guys.  “Green Man” and “Purple Tongue” wasn’t going to cut it anymore.  Most importantly, he wants to marry me.  Most unimportantly, he laid in bed with me this morning and said "Poor Mommy, your cheeks are old like Nana's."

Sam is nearly seventeen months.  He is running all around the house - his favorite thing to do is be chased.  He has a great giggle and I hardly see him without a smile on his face - which is a joy.  Everything is a joke.  He loves music, stops in his tracks to dance and the radio can’t be loud enough (which is a problem – see above).  He has no interest in baby toys unless he knows what button to press to get music - instead he prefers to play characters with Ryan - or by himself.  He makes Captain Hook and Jake talk to each other and carries around R2D2 and Chewbaca.  So far, all characters are named cuppy-cuppy (don't ask me why).  He only sleeps through the night if Daddy puts him to sleep.  He is obsessed with milk - I have to go to the milk aisle last when we shop because he SCREAMS at the gallons of milk.  Shoppers would think I pinched him or worse.  He climbs on EVERYTHING.  If there is a ledge on ANYTHING that is wider than one inch, he will attempt to climb it.  He’s faster than I can wrap my head around yet – my father suggested I attach a bell to him so I know when he’s on the move (he does all his dirty work when my back is turned – no dummy).  I’m considering, for the first time in my life, taking my father’s advice.  (wink).  Sam loves Libby to pieces. She’s the first thing he asks for in the morning and he won’t go to sleep without knowing she’s in her own little “cave” behind the rocker in his room.  He bends down to give her kisses, feeds her his food from his high chair, and occasionally attempts to ride her like a horse.  She may heave a few deep sighs, but for the most part, she’s a willing participant.  A boy and his dog.

Fingers crossed…see you in November?

October "Movie" (link to YouTube)



October Pictures (link to Google+)