Kindergarten and crawling

Oh, what I wouldn't do to have 10 more hours in a day. Nobody told me (or at least I wasn't listenening when they did) that having two children would be so much more work than having one. I just can't seem to get a thing done around the house these days! But on the bright side, having two children means twice as many hugs and wayyyy more giggles around here. So I'm ok with that.

Can you believe that Maks is already eight months old? And our sweet girl Kaylin is almost four years old and is preparing to start Junion Kindergarten in just a few months. Kaylin has been to her new school several times for some fun orientation visits and she is more than ready to be a "big kid." She is writing her own name now, dressing herself and is practicing her address. I know she's going to love school and I can't wait to watch her development and imagination take leaps and bounds. She also loves being a big sister, although since Maks started crawling and grabbing her toys away from her, she may feel differently.

Maks is, well, he's definitely a little boy. We like to call him determined, for lack of a better term. About a week after he learned to roll over he was up on his knees trying to move forward--mainly in an effort to reach his big sister's toys. Within a few weeks he mastered crawling and about a week after that skill was ticked off his to-do list he decided he needed to stand up and see the world from a new vantage point. So he's now standing at the furniture and cautiously cruising around. And no one is happier about this than Maks. Once he gets himself up on the couch or TV stand, his face just lights up. And as you can see from his smiley mug in the photo above, that's quite a marvelous sight to behold! Really, it's not hard to get Maks to smile. All he needs is a woman (any woman will do) in the grocery store chatting to him and his smile spreads from ear to ear. He's also loving his solid foods, his favourite of which seems to be Cheerios. We often find him under the kitchen table nibbling on the ones that got away during his last meal. Gross, I know, but it gives me a few more minutes to tidy up and get ready for his next adventure in foodland.

So there you have it. Life here is busy but fun, crazy but always entertaining.