Jack is surprisingly good at soccer. I say surprisingly because, well, have you ever seen the kid run? His run is almost totally normal now, but he used to look like a dog standing on its hind legs when he ran. It was most unnatural. We often marveled that he got around at all that way, and had concerns that he had inherited his mother's lack of physical coordination. To our relief, he seems quite athletic. Getting his pants on frontwards? Not so much.
He prefers being barefoot like his Grandma Julie. My mom went everywhere barefoot until my Dad told her she had to start wearing shoes at places like the post office.
Matteas is a major outdoors boy. He doesn't care what we do out there, he just wants to go out. He can roll and army crawl well enough to get anywhere he wants to go, but if you put him outside and sit him in the grass he won't move. He'll sit there for as long as you let him, watching the world around him, eating grass, gagging on grass, finding more grass to eat...he's a great kid for gardening because he'll just sit there and watch me. He has a meditative little soul, I think.
Jack reminded me to close the gate to our backyard the other day, "so the armadillos can't get in." Apparently he thought they looked menacing.
Jack is surprisingly good at soccer. I say surprisingly because, well, have you ever seen the kid run? His run is almost totally normal now, but he used to look like a dog standing on its hind legs when he ran. It was most unnatural. We often marveled that he got around at all that way, and had concerns that he had inherited his mother's lack of physical coordination. To our relief, he seems quite athletic. Getting his pants on frontwards? Not so much.
He prefers being barefoot like his Grandma Julie. My mom went everywhere barefoot until my Dad told her she had to start wearing shoes at places like the post office.
Matteas is a major outdoors boy. He doesn't care what we do out there, he just wants to go out. He can roll and army crawl well enough to get anywhere he wants to go, but if you put him outside and sit him in the grass he won't move. He'll sit there for as long as you let him, watching the world around him, eating grass, gagging on grass, finding more grass to eat...he's a great kid for gardening because he'll just sit there and watch me. He has a meditative little soul, I think.
Jack reminded me to close the gate to our backyard the other day, "so the armadillos can't get in." Apparently he thought they looked menacing.
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