Team Berg!

Dad helping Adam with his new Nerf gun.

 

For some reason we always end up at my parents house for Thanksgiving and Eric's parents' home for Christmas. Knowing this, my mother has begun celebrating Thanksmas. We have Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday afternoon and then celebrate Christmas with presents afterwards. It makes for a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday. Here are some pictures to show Adam's and Caleb's acitivities while we were there.

Helping Grandpa to fill in a hole.

The sweetest smile.

A shovel just for Adam.

Adam's Thanksgiving dinner consisted of fruit snacks and bbq chips. Sometimes I wonder how he keeps growing.

Caleb, of course, ate everything. It is wonderful to have a child who doesn't mind getting messy.

It’s been four months since my last blog. I guess I sort of subconsciously knew that I would not be blogging during the semester. I barely have time to blow my nose. Let’s see what I can remember from the last four months of Adam and Caleb’s lives. Caleb is eight months old now. He is a very proficient crawler.  He manages to follow me all around the house begging to be picked up.  I’m sure if outsiders saw us they would think he was neglected. In all reality, Caleb just thinks that my every waking moment should be spent staring at him. Adam sort of feels that way too. Perhaps I’m just too enchanting. I will work on that. Caleb is also pulling himself up on things and using them to walk. I don’t imagine it will be too long until I have two runners and not just one. Caleb has five teeth now; something he reminds me of daily during breastfeeding sessions. How pleasant. I try to tell him he better watch it or he will end up drinking formula but he doesn’t believe me. Caleb adores his big brother. If Adam happens to fall asleep on the couch Caleb will pull himself up and start to mess with Adam’s hat and face until he wakes up. You would think that Adam would be angry about his brother waking him up but he just smiles in his sleep and reaches out to grab his brother. It would be the cutest thing ever (and it actually is for a moment) but Adam has no stop button and often ends up squeezing Caleb too tight which makes poor Caleb scream. If I could just freeze those happy moments before the screaming life would be perfect.

I know I just posted a few days ago but school starts again on Monday and who knows how consistent I will be when I am immersed in my sixteen credit schedule. Also, my kids are so darn cute and the majority of my recent posts have been focused on our family summer activities and not on their individual oddities and accomplishments. So....here we go.

Adam: Adam amazes me every day. He is so smart. We have to be really careful what we do and say at home because he picks everything up in two seconds flat. He also has an amazing memory. He wanted to wear Eric’s belt yesterday morning but Eric had already gone to work. I told him he would need to wait until daddy got home to wear it. As soon as Eric stepped in the door last night Adam asked him for his belt. As I hadn’t heard anything from Adam since that morning about the belt, I had assumed that he had forgotten about it. I am so silly. Adam has also realized that he can climb out of his crib. I think it was about time for this realization. He is three after all. I have to admit that it is weird and slightly disconcerting to have to talk to Adam in the wee hours of the morning when he decides he needs me but it had to happen sometime. I am proud of his accomplishment. Adam also has his own recent oddity. He likes to dress much as one would during the snowy winters of our current state. His father and I find this odd because it is ninety degrees outside and generally around eighty in our house due to a incompetent swamp cooler. He particularly likes to wear his snow jacket and snow boots. He sleeps in them too. He only lets us take them off when he wants us to “make him a boy.” I’m not quite sure what he is while he is wearing his costume but given his vivid imagination it could be anything. What a crack-up.

Caleb: It feels like Caleb has always been with us. He is entertining, darling, and physically draining. I am so grateful for him.aHe is developing just as a four-month-old should. He rolls over, jabbers, and tries to grab whatever is in his reach. Generally that means my hair. He eats all the time and won’t take a bottle. He is going to have a little bit of a shock next week when I go back to school. Thankfully I am only gone for a few hours every day so if he chooses not to eat while I’m gone he will still get what he needs. He also has turned into a scooter. He dragged his chubby body forward a whole foot just to reach a pile of toys that Adam had left earlier. It was so cute to watch him reach his little arms out in victory and pull the whole mass towards him and start to slobber on it (something else he is pretty good at). He is such a person already.

A week ago Wednesday we flew to California to visit grandpa Todd and grandma Pamela. Flying in and of itself was quite an adventure. Adam had his own seat because he is older than two. This meant that we had a whole row all to ourselves. I thought that this would make the whole trip easy-peasy-nice-and-breezy. However, Adam always seems to have his own ideas about such things. I spent the majority of the flight saying "no, no Adam....sit down Adam....keep your seatbelt on Adam....don't kick her seat Adam....we're almost there Adam." Caleb was no joy either. I thought he would eat the whole way and therefore be a happy boy. However, I failed to remember that choosing to feed Caleb anywhere but in the rocking chair results in loud complaining from him. Where did I get these opinionated, determined children? Despite all this, I was extremely grateful for the opportunity to fly. First of all, I don't know if our decrepit car would have made it to California in the heat. Second of all, no one's sleep schedule was interrupted by the trip. Sleep is worth any price at this point.

Some memories from our trip: