Hewitt, the Mono-Athlete

Hewitt is working alot on running these days, so much in fact that Chris just told him that he is one step closer to competing in a triathalon than I am. Hewitt just needs to get competitive in swimming and biking, whereas his mother needs to get competitive in running, swimming, and biking. I'm sure the comment was meant as encouragement towards little Hew and was not at all intended to be an insult to Hewitt's mother's athleticism. It is of no matter to me -- as his mother, I feel it is in his best interest to let him win this race towards tri-athlet-ism -- build some confidence, you know...

Books, Harrison's Love Of

Harrison loves books. Always has. Chris and I and even our regular babysitters have most of the books in our kid library memorized from all the times we've read them to Harrison. And I will compliment the adults on not having "lost" any of the midly annoying volumes (I'm looking at you, "Three Little Kittens") -- good on us!

Anyway, now that Harrison is a mature reader and has earned "real" books with paper pages, we talk alot about respecting books. To clarify : Harrison talks alot to Hewitt about respecting books. :) "Hewie -- Do not eat that book! You must respect books!" Last week when we were at the library, Harrison found a book he wanted to check out and was sad to see that the binding was tearing off. He came running over to me to say, "Mama! Someone did not respek 'dis book!" :) I love that boy! So we checked it out and took it home to tape it up.

Three Little Kittens (in case you were wondering -- and yes, this is from memory...)
Three little kittens.
They lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
"Oh, Mother, dear...
We sadly fear...
That we have lost our mittens."

It doesn't even rhyme! Perhaps this story is written in a poetic form that is too advanced for me to recognize, but as a proletariat reader, I just don't like it. Also, what kind of a lesson is that for kids to learn? Mother just starts knitting them new mittens as if it's okay to lose your mittens in the snow! Not this Mother, dear! Why, when I was a kid (growing up in Florida), I didn't have any mittens! You kids need to take responsibility for yourselves -- go do some chores or get a job and replace those mittens you so carelessly left in your snowman. I do not preach forgiveness. Oh, wait...

Hewitt and the Hose, Again...

"Bye Bye, Dada"

"Dada is going to work now, Hewitt. He will be back soon."

Who Loves Grapes?

Hewitt does!

"I love me some grapes!"

RRRR-OAR!

He tell us that he was both a nice lion and a fierce lion.

Out Working In The Yard

Some morning tractoring... I was told to stay off the grass while they were working so that I didn't get run over. I like that safety-conscious behavior!

Hewitt Does Yoga :)

One activity that preschool does is yoga. Apparently, Hewitt is a pint-size yogi and does downward dog (fold in half, hands and feet on the floor, bottom in the air, lift one leg if you're a real show off) all day long. I personally think that he has a crush on the Chinese teacher (who is also the yoga instructor) -- he is a Chinese baby genius and reacts to what she says (in Chinese!)! Here's little Hew leading us in some yoga.

And here he is doing some smiling. Cheeseball.

One night recently, Hewitt was having a hard time falling asleep. Kept tossing and turning and rolling and spinning in his bed. Finally he looks at me, gives a big sigh, does a downward dog, and goes to sleep. Phew...

Week in St. Augustine -- TO COME!