{"id":353,"date":"2008-08-24T15:15:00","date_gmt":"2008-08-24T15:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tessa.datdec.com\/wordpress\/?p=353"},"modified":"2008-08-24T15:15:00","modified_gmt":"2008-08-24T15:15:00","slug":"a-quiet-update","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/?p=353","title":{"rendered":"A quiet update"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s quiet in my house right now. It&#8217;s a<br \/>\n    beautiful day and we spent much of it outside. I brought out a<br \/>\n    picnic lunch and Lex helped our neighbor weed her garden while<br \/>\n    her son Parrish helped Lex eat his lunch :) Then everyone<br \/>\n    played in the sandbox and now Eve is sleeping happily and Alan<br \/>\n    and Lex are over playing at Parrish&#8217;s house. I am enjoying the<br \/>\n    quiet. I was going to read the newspaper, but I can&#8217;t resist<br \/>\n    the computer&#8217;s devilish lure. <\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)\n    {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SLG3y6u50tI\/AAAAAAAAD1M\/_KpbFPIgxVM\/s1600-h\/IMG_2850.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align:\n    center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SLG3y6u50tI\/AAAAAAAAD1M\/_KpbFPIgxVM\/s320\/IMG_2850.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238169926995923666\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><br \/>I&#8217;ve been meaning to post for a few<br \/>\n    days about Lex&#8217;s newfound attention to emotions. It&#8217;s an<br \/>\n    interesting development. He will frequently check in to find<br \/>\n    out how I&#8217;m doing. &#8220;Hi mommy. Are you ok? Are you happy?&#8221; or<br \/>\n    sad or angry or tired or whatever. He does his best to guess<br \/>\n    the appropriate emotion. Then he asks if you need a hug.<br \/>\n    Regardless of how you&#8217;re feeling (&#8220;Yes Lex, I&#8217;m very happy.&#8221;)<br \/>\n    he&#8217;ll end by saying &#8220;Do you need a hug?&#8221; then a kiss :) He has<br \/>\n    become very lovey lately. The other night I was not happy,<br \/>\n    tired mostly, and hungry. He wanted me to lay down with him at<br \/>\n    bedtime and it quickly became a snuggle fest. He would roll<br \/>\n    over and ask if I was happy, I&#8217;d say I&#8217;m<br \/>\n    tired\/hungry\/cranky\/whatever and he&#8217;d say &#8220;do you want a hug?&#8221;<br \/>\n    so he&#8217;d hug me. And the kiss, then cuddle, and laugh and by the<br \/>\n    end he was not asleep but I was MUCH happier. He&#8217;s gotten so<br \/>\n    empathetic lately. It&#8217;s a pretty cool development.<\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try\n    {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SLG4Tps3obI\/AAAAAAAAD1U\/bEQ1y-HKG2Y\/s1600-h\/IMG_2803.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor:\n    pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SLG4Tps3obI\/AAAAAAAAD1U\/bEQ1y-HKG2Y\/s320\/IMG_2803.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238170489359671730\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>He&#8217;s also starting to recognize and verbalize<br \/>\n    his own emotions. Most days he wears PJs all day (yup, I&#8217;m that<br \/>\n    kind of mom), but on Friday I wanted him to get dressed. He<br \/>\n    threw a fit and I put him upstairs with the gate closed. He<br \/>\n    screamed. Then settled himself down and asked me to come talk<br \/>\n    to him and I did and he started crying again about pajamas, so<br \/>\n    I left. This went on for about 15 minutes before he finally<br \/>\n    settled himself down enough and picked out some clothes. When<br \/>\n    we came down he sat on my lap and said &#8220;I was angry mommy. I<br \/>\n    needed to get the tears out of my eyes. I am all better now.&#8221; I<br \/>\n    said &#8220;Do you need a hug?&#8221; and he said &#8220;yes!&#8221; I was impressed<br \/>\n    that he was able to name his feelings and realize that<br \/>\n    sometimes you just need to &#8220;get the tears out&#8221; so you can feel<br \/>\n    better again. He&#8217;s a very mature boy (for someone still in<br \/>\n    diapers!)<\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try\n    {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SLG5ilcTr9I\/AAAAAAAAD1c\/PpPOVghnrLo\/s1600-h\/IMG_2853.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor:\n    pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SLG5ilcTr9I\/AAAAAAAAD1c\/PpPOVghnrLo\/s320\/IMG_2853.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238171845426130898\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Eve has hit her own little mischievous<br \/>\n    milestone. She&#8217;s a very playful girl and has started learning<br \/>\n    ways to get little digs in at her big brother. Her current<br \/>\n    favorite is to sit in his chair and eat his food. It always<br \/>\n    makes him yell &#8220;Eve, that&#8217;s MY chair!&#8221; She giggles and jumps up<br \/>\n    and runs back to her seat. So silly. He made them both a snack<br \/>\n    on Friday, put them both on the little table in the living<br \/>\n    room, but decided that he wanted to save his for the WW<br \/>\n    meeting. Every time he turned around she was in his seat eating<br \/>\n    his snack! She ate almost all of both of their snacks! I told<br \/>\n    him if he didn&#8217;t want her to eat his snack then he needed to<br \/>\n    put it out of her reach, but he didn&#8217;t so I stayed out of it.<br \/>\n    It was their own little sibling game. I suspect we&#8217;ll see a lot<br \/>\n    more of that in the years to come. :)<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><a onblur=\"try\n    {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SLG6SJ_5wZI\/AAAAAAAAD1k\/Hy9DRhuloIM\/s1600-h\/IMG_2830.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align:\n    center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SLG6SJ_5wZI\/AAAAAAAAD1k\/Hy9DRhuloIM\/s400\/IMG_2830.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238172662692954514\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Happy<br \/>\n    siblings<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try\n    {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SLG6SSo9FhI\/AAAAAAAAD1s\/DVeuvG7fBlc\/s1600-h\/IMG_2849.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align:\n    center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SLG6SSo9FhI\/AAAAAAAAD1s\/DVeuvG7fBlc\/s400\/IMG_2849.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238172665012622866\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Kisses<br \/>\n    for daddy<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s quiet in my house right now. It&#8217;s a beautiful day and we spent much of it outside. 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