Little Daredevil

Weston is energized by this warm weather. Dave and I probably would be if we didn't have such stiffness or fear of injury. He made a little bike ramp in the backyard. I hope Donovan is doing OK in school. He usually does but it's strange that he is away so long and so far. When Dave and I dropped the boys off yesterday it just seemed wrong to have them both walk away from the van and say goodbye. I mean, Dave and I got a lot done, but it didn't seem natural.

I still am amazed at Weston's desire to tackle obstacles and even create more obstacles to overcome. He didn't figure out yet how to jump his bike, but talk to me next week and I'm sure he will have progressed.

He's a daredevil. He's a curious George, and he's quite an individual. I'm afraid his kindergarten teacher is getting exasperated with Weston because he just can't seem to remember to use what she calls his "inside voice". He just asserts things really loud when he feels strongly about them, and I kinda like it.

Reading over his report card yesterday was confusing. She said he doesn't show an aptitude for music and drama. Well, she should visit our living room every night! But, OK, fine. He's allowed to be shy at school, but reading this report card was strange. Like she was asserting things from viewing him two days a week and they just didn't all add up. We'll talk to her tomorrow and maybe learn some things.

Weston is a bit of a mystery: this tongue sucking, tactile softy. He's really got a terrible temper. He hates helping when he's not in the mood to and boy, does he let us know. So his tender times are very striking in comparison to his rage and strong will. When Dave was suffering with his back and trying to stand up carefully, Weston ran over and tried to hold up Daddy's middle and support him. then he gently rubbed his back and tummy, willing him to feel strong and healthy again.

Today all of a sudden Weston came up and kissed my tummy-button. It was so sweet. These spontaneous outbursts are rare but meaningful because they're so genuine.

Weston doesn't like going to school, but he doesn't like being bored at home either. His familiar complaint is "I don't have anything to do!" So, as one could imagine, I don't get too much done when he's home. I usually have to bait and bribe him to help in the kitchen or unload the dryer. But he's always the better for it.

And I'm better for the times he pulls me outdoors.

Thank God for this bright weather. The wind has died done and it's downright pleasant. I like it, everyone around here does. But

Truthfully, I'd love it even more if it snowed!