Figure Eight

When I was pregnant with Vash, Craig and I used to do a lot of walking. Especially towards the end of my pregnancy. We would literally walk for hours. We'd walk after dinner. Come home, use the restroom, grab a drink, and go out for another walk. We'd come home, watch a movie, then walk again. It's be like 10pm and we'd be out there, walking and walking and walking. We had this stretch of neighborhood that we liked to trek. And just to change it up sometimes, we'd walk it like it was a figure eight. Hours of walking. Never induced labor. And that's a true story.

*We walked a lot when I was pregnant with Rhyla too. We'd walk around temple lights every night. We had to talk loudly just to hear each other over the crowds and we'd go around several times. Every now and then, if Vash seemed interested, we'd stop and listen to whomever was performing. It was great to bundle him up in gloves, a hat, and a coat. He'd just sit in his stroller and look around, amazed by the hundreds of thousands of lights. *

Reaching

This is another non memory, current thing. But it was so cute I felt it needed it's own post. We take family walks almost every night. We like the exercise, the temple, and the opportunity to talk. But mine and Craig's favorite thing about our walks, is the kids reaction to the bushes at the Fairbanks home. They have bushes with flowers and the bushes usually grow very far out onto the sidewalks. This used to annoy us but as of late, it has become a rather endearing area. I'm not sure who started it, (I want to say Rhyla because I don't recall Vash doing this before) but every time we pass the house and those bushes, they reach their little hands out and try to touch a flower. It's amazing to us. They're little kids. Especially Rhyla. But they remember that the bushes are coming, that they want to touch them, and they know that they wont be hurt if they manage to reach one. It's the most adorable view. Pushing the stroller and looking down to see two arms, one so baby chubby she still has fat sleeves, and one still tiny but almost big boyish, just ... reaching.

Watch Watch Evolution

First off, do you get it? The title? Instead of Dance Dance Revolution it's... well anyway. Vash likes movies. Here is a list of movies in the order of which he fell in and out of obsession with:
1.) Winnie the Pooh
2.) Monster's Inc.
3.) Toy Story, Toy Story 2, Toy Story 3. (It came out right in the middle of his love for the franchise and he was thrilled to see more Buzz and Woody.
4.) Finding Nemo
5.) Wall-E
6.) UP! and Ratatouille ( both of which he enjoyed but didn't ask for.)
7.) Snow White
8.) Jungle Book
9.) Tangled
10.) Cars and Little Mermaid (Current)

With that being said, I would like to proclaim that I am not a terrible mother and Vash does do things besides watching movies, but their are many days in a year, and sometimes, I just need him to sit and be happy for five minutes while I eat something or pick up the kitchen. Anyone who knows how busy Vash is will understand that he never just sits still unless he's very distracted. Love that boy though. With all my heart.
Rhyla even seemed to enjoy the movies now too. She can play and not have things ripped out of her hands. LOL

Pouty Mouth

When Vash was only a few weeks old, maybe eight or nine weeks at the most, he went through this phase where he wanted me to nurse him in this particular chair, in his dimly lit room, holding him a certain way, and it always had to be right before bedtime. He would eat and eat and eat, until his little tummy was rock solid and couldn't possibly hold more. He would then pout out his little lips and refuse even his precious binky. Those little pursed lips were the cutest thing I had ever seen. I would just stare at him, completely asleep, serene, and extremely full, pushing out those little lips as far as they would go. I imagine he dreamed something like, "Not another thing will pass these pouty lips."