Then we drove an hour outside of Atlanta to visit our friends Joe, Elaine, and their five kids (plus one more due in five weeks!) who live on 40 acres of land. They like to say that they live "just down the street from the mall." That's the Greshamville Mall, where you can buy bait, milk, butter, bread, and bacon.
Here we pose in front of Joe's 2,400-square foot garage, which is under construction. (Sorry for the fuzzy composition, but a 10-year-old boy did the best he could.)
We buy our weekly eggs from Joe and Elaine's older sons, who are in charge of the chickens.
Here Chris caught a photo of me asking a question about the chickens' combs (or "that little red thing on their heads," as I called it, and demonstrated with my hand).
Here is the nesting house where the chickens lay and the boys collect the eggs.
Joe and Elaine also keep guineafowl--which earn their keep by eating the deer ticks off the land--and bees (so we came home with some honey!).
A great day was had by all.I believe that John gave me his Mother's Day gift early. Tonight, after John being alive (out here in the world) for 159 days, John went to sleep for the night by himself. We got home late from our day, John woke up and became alert and playful. I tried to nurse him to sleep, but he wanted to play. He was happy, so I decided just to walk away and see what he would do. (Had he cried like usual, I would have gone back in.) I spied on him from the doorway. He looked around for me for a while, talked to himself quietly for 10 minutes, then laid down his head and went to sleep. He's done that a couple of times when we've come back from afternoon errands, but never once for his nighttime sleep. Getting John to sleep really has become easy in the last two months, but not as easy as just plopping him on the bed and walking away!
John is ever closer to crawling. During the daytime, if I lay John on his tummy, he flops around like a fish out of water, becoming agitated as he spies something he wishes to reach. But I noticed last night in his half-asleep state in the middle of the night (with eyes closed), John repeatedly did an army crawl in bed. He would dig his feet into the mattress, remain with his body flat on the bed, and push himself along. Just like with rolling, which he could do better by instinct while asleep than consciously while awake, I think he is learning proto-crawling in his sleepy states.
No comments:
Post a Comment