In like a lion…

sick and upsetMarch arrived Friday with wind and snow, and a head cold for a little boy.  Ian’s been sniffly and congested again, but fortunately has no fever and not as much congestion as the last cold.  Despite this, he’s still an uncomfortable little boy full of snot who can’t understand why he doesn’t feel good.  Sometimes it’s simply too much and he melts down for a little bit.

Since the weather outside was frightful, Ian’s grandpa came up Saturday to spend the day Snowy Drivewith him.  Grandpa had to drive over the Cumberland Plateau to get to us, and encountered some winter weather along his way.  Fortunately Tennessee typically does a great job keeping the roads salted and cleared through the winter.

While Ian and his Grandpa visited, they put together Ian’s play farm.  It took the boys the better part of the afternoon to put it together, but that could be in part due to Ian snapping parts off just as Grandpa would get them put together.  And Ian kept running off with several of the pieces and hiding them.

Saturday afternoon playWe’re having to keep most of the cabinets locked now.  Not so much to keep Ian from taking items out, but to keep him from stashing his stuff inside the cabinets.  It does save some time when looking for missing items to not have to go through every single cabinet and look inside of dishes and through canned goods.  It makes for a mad little boy, but it’s kind of funny to listen to him growl as he yanks on doors.

Ian is so close to walking these days.  He stands for several seconds now, but rather than trying to take a step forward, he tried to jump.  His balance and strength aren’t quite coordinated enough yet to support that type of movement, but I feel that I’m about to have a toddler running through my life.  I suspect walking will come in like a lion, but I don’t feel it will ever be like a lamb…

About ashleekiser

“For in Calormen, story-telling (whether the stories are true or made up) is a thing you're taught, just as English boys and girls are taught essay-writing. The difference is that people want to hear the stories, whereas I never heard of anyone who wanted to read the essays.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy Join us on our family adventures as I try to tell our stories rather than bore you with more online essays.
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