22 Months and so much fun

The last few months have been so much fun.  Nathanael’s language skills are improving and he def knows what we are saying.   Tonight he ran almost a mile with Joe.  It was so cute.  He’d run and yell “stop” and then when he was ready to go again he’d yell “go.”  I pushed the stroller, expecting him to need it, but he was fine without thank you very much.   He had so much fun and I loved watching those little legs go.  He also decided to wear a baseball cap, backwards, and it really cracked me up!  Joe was having fun and got a bit of a work out.

It’s just been so much fun the past few months and despite the occasional melt downs, he’s a sweet kid.

Mayan Families

One of the most enjoyable aspects of our adoption has been getting to know and love another culture.  We recently started to sponsor a child through Mayan Families.  Little Wendy is going to pre school – isn’t she just a doll?

Our sponsored child.

Look at that great smile!

We were able to send Wendy’s family a father’s day basket through Mayan Families.

At the park.  We’ve started a weekly gym class at the little gym and he’s loving it.  It’s so much fun to see him run around with such joy and enthusiasm on his face.  He hates the beginning group stuff but loves all of the on his own stuff.  He’s actually quite good – he’s strong and coordinated.  He can almost hang from the bars for a 10 count.

Getting so big!

Some recent photos

Easter Basket

Showing how I can lift weights

Learning a sumersault

Being Present

I think the hardest thing about being a working mom (and perhaps a non-working mom but I have no experience with that so I don’t know) is being present at the end of the day. Honestly, there are some evenings when I just want to surf the web and have N watch Backyardigans. And, it’s an easy solution but I know it’s wrong. OK, every once in a while it’s fine, but it’s easy to sink into habits and that’s not a good one.
I am really trying to pull myself out of the lull. I can tell how much N just thrives with engagement and once I get a smile, I am present. But, boy, there are days when it’s work! Why is it so hard to be a working mom sometimes?