Post-Its

I keep meaning to write blog posts, but somehow I can't seem to find the time. So instead of wistfully composing grand posts in my head while folding laundry or sitting at stop lights, I've decided to take my own advice and take this posting thing in baby steps. I still have a lot I want to say about things like how having two kids is different than having one, how I don't want to become a "professional" mom like some of the ones I run into at the playground, and other such riveting subjects, but for now I will be satisfied with getting to the computer while it still is charged with both hands free for a few minutes to write just a little bit about what has been going on in our lives as of late.
I have been on one glorious walk in the evening by myself that was tortuous for C because Buster cried the entire 45 minutes I was gone. That ended that dream pretty quickly. My new plan is to walk around the block in circles after I get Wiggle down and Buster conks out in the evening, so that if he wakes the minute I walk out the door (how do babies know things like that), I will never be more than ten minutes away. Not as fun in the scenery department and might make me feel a little like a hamster in a wheel, but right now, chained to the house and the babe, I feel like a hamster without a wheel, so I'll take it.
Wiggle has gotten over the potty training hurdle of pooping in the potty with the aid of a giant Transformer bribe (ShockWave for those of you in the know). He even went to school on Thursday in underpants and didn't have an accident, so we are well on our way. And while I am ecstatic at the prospect of not having to change any more disturbingly adult-like poopy diapers, part of me is sad that it is time for this milestone. When he's in a diaper, I let myself give in to the sometimes irresistible urge to give his toddler-bottom a quick pinch while changing him. Now, even though those cheeks are undeniably cute strutting around in his superhero underpants, I can see that my days of bottom-pinching are almost over. Well, at least they are over with Wiggle; Buster is another matter entirely.
Speaking of Buster, he is getting more and more expressive every day. Tonight, he had a whole conversation with me. We "uhhh"ed and "ack"ed at each other for several minutes interspersed with wide grinning and dimple kissing on my part. He also loves to take baths. Seriously, he is never happier during the day than when he is in an absolutely overflowing baby tub inside the regular bath with his brother.
And we have a white and a pink dogwood in the backyard that are wowing me every time I look outside. Not to mention, the azaleas in the front that I totally need to take pictures of, but may or may not get around to. Right now, they make me smile every time I go in or out of the house.

Smiling at Mommy

Working on laughing

Superman one day...

Batman the next.