All Things Supercinski

5. The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner – I was swapping good book recommendations with a young lady at church, and this was one of her favorites that she recommended. It took me a little while to get into it, but once I did, I couldn’t put it down. It was entertaining with an unexpected ending.

6. On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness by Andrew Peterson – I read this one aloud to the kids (but secretly read it all when they were sleeping, it was so good!) The kids and I both give this adventurous tale 5 stars. We have all started the next book in the series.

7. So Brave, Young and Handsome by Leif Enger – I read Enger’s Peace Like a River a few years ago after John Piper blogged about it and loved it. I saw this book by him at Half Price Books some time ago, and I finally got around to reading it. It was entertaining and an interesting story. I really enjoy Enger’s writing style. I would give it 4 stars.

It is hard to believe that we have had Speedy with us for six months already. Six months is a milestone age, and it has caused me to reflect more on the circumstances of Speedy’s birth and Sugar’s hospitalization. I remember the night after Speedy was born. It was just me and Speedy in our hospital room, he was nursing away with all his might for hours straight, and I was alone with only old Friends reruns to watch on TV (which are not as entertaining as they were in high school). As I sat there, examining my sweet newborn’s fingers, hairy ears and funny creased ear lobe, I wondered what kind of little boy he was going to be and how he would fit into our family. I thought about his rapid entry into the world, his extremely vigorous nursing almost constantly since that rapid entry, and how strong and alert he seemed, and it hit me. This one is going to be fast. He is going to crawl early, walk early, and be in a hurry to keep up with his brother and sister. And this month, he proved those thoughts true by starting to crawl already. Bud crawled at 7.5 months, Sugar was much later–like 9 or so and had to be enticed with Cheerios.

Six month olds are so much fun. They are so curious, great at grabbing things, easily entertained, and not so afraid of new people, but mostly curious. Speedy is so much fun these days! He scoots across the room to get whatever he is interested in–the big kids’ snacks, toys, or his reflection in our fireplace cover. He especially likes getting into big kid toys–Bud’s remote control helicopter and Sugar’s Rapunzel doll are his favorites. His favorite person is still Bud, and he will laugh and play with him for ages if he could keep Bud’s attention and never get hungry. Here he is playing “peek-a-boo behind the couch” with Bud:

Speedy has one tiny tooth that is razor sharp, that came through right before he turned six months old. He is not interested in solids yet, but he makes quite a fuss at meals. I’ve been reading more about baby led weaning, and we have offered him large bits of food, which are only tossed to the ground and rarely tasted.

Speedy is finally starting to nap a bit longer. He is now taking 2-4 naps a day and is just about impossible to get down for a late afternoon nap if it is after 5 p.m., no matter how tired he is. His naps range in length from 45 minutes to a record 2.5 hours. He wakes anywhere from 3-6 times a night. The six times a night was happening around the time of the tooth coming through along with a really bad skin infection behind his ears and along his neck (thanks to the still profuse spitting up and Mommy treating it with stuff that was actually making it worse, but it is all better now.)

These pictures make me laugh so hard! As much of a fuss as he makes at mealtimes, I would have thought he would be more excited. We might pass on bananas for a while and see how avocado goes next.

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We celebrated Bud’s birthday last weekend with friends and family. When asked, Bud said he wanted a “spy/detective/soldier/adventurer” party. That left us a lot of room to plan a party. We asked if he wanted a big party with lots of friends, or a smaller party with just a one family and his grandparents. He picked the latter (thankfully!) and we told him he could invite one family from our church. He picked a family with 8 kids (great kids and some really fun boys.)

One of Bud’s favorite books these days are Tintin comic books. My mom got him a dvd of some of the books made into cartoons, which he has really enjoyed watching. So, Thomas and I took Tintin as a rough guide for his party. We made a spy mission for the boys to go through with clues leading to the prize at the end–their spy kits consisting of handcuffs, notebooks, pencils, disguises and candy.

The first clue they got was to a map leading to a rock in the garden that was glued to a lid of a jar. The jar had a key and a clue, leading them to our neighbor’s house where a locked box was waiting on their porch. In the box was a fingerprint and some enlarged prints. They had to match the small one to the larger one. On the back of the match was a picture of Thomas’ dad, who had the next clue.

The next clue was a puzzle they had to put together, leading them to a sign in our neighborhood.

The sign led them back to our house with some paint dribbled in along the trail. On the porch was a laser field they had to navigate through.

Upon entering the house, they had to detonate a ton of bombs (black balloons).

It was a fun party, and we had a great time hanging out with grandparents all day. Happy birthday, Bud!

Sweet Sugar is cracking me up these days and driving me a bit batty at the same time. Some highlights from this week, before I forget:

1) Sugar is mildly obsessed with growing hair like Rapunzel’s in Tangled. She has two Rapunzel dolls that she dotes upon, and is frequently found brushing her own hair and telling me how much longer it is than mine, as if this was some sort of race, not my own lack of finding time to get my haircut in a year, but I digress. Two of Sugar’s favorite people are young teenage girls, who encouraged Sugar that someday she might need to trim her hair, and that trimming it actually makes it grow longer. (They honestly meant no harm in this, but had the purest of intentions in getting her to someday agree to a hair trim, if it proved necessary.) She relayed this story to me, and when I tried to explain it, she dismissed my version as falsehood, the teenagers’ as absolute truth.

Last weekend, we had friends’ visiting while home from East Asia for a few months with their four-year-old daughter, who was Sugar’s instant best friend. After dinner, the girls were playing when Bud discovered hair all in the toilet. Sugar and her pal had been trimming their hair so it would grow long like Rapunzel’s. They cut their hair in the front, like bangs. Thankfully, they did not cut them too short, and Sugar’s actually looks pretty cute if it was more even, but I would never tell her so. Her friend’s was cut less than Sugar’s, and thankfully it was not too short, either. I think she understands now and agrees to never cut her own hair again. The partners in crime:

2) Earlier this week our chiropractor asked Sugar how she was doing, to which she replied, “Not very good. Rapunzel (referring to her doll) was up all night with a tummy ache and kept waking me up. Rapunzel ate ALL the food in the fridge, made a GREAT, BIG poop, and then had a tummy ache and kept waking me up. It was baaaaad.” Our sweet chiropractor didn’t even laugh when she responded, “I am sure if anyone ate all the food in the fridge, they would make a great, big poop,” and continued adjusting Micah.

3) I was watching some of the Crossfit games on youtube for inspiration over the weekend. The kids piled up next to me and watched a bit of one of the women’s workouts. After a few minutes, Sugar said, “When I grow up, I am going to be a strong momma like these mommas!”

4) While playing Uno, I told Sugar it was her turn and she could play a red card or a seven, to which she responded, “Plusably, I will play…. this one… plusably….”

5) And more hair drama. She was washing her hands and face before bed the other night when she decided to stick her head partially under the sink, wetting part of her hair. She cried for a long time later exclaiming that her hair was ruined and now she had “boy hair!” (tears, tears, tears.) My attempts to explain that it was just wet in some strange places and made it look different now, but would be back to normal when dry were met with more tears and forlorn sighs over her perceived loss of beauty. It was soon remedied by a ponytail, but she has brought up the awful night of “boy hair” several times since then. I am a bit apprehensive of the coming years.