Art and Alex

All my moodiness of late has been good for my art.





Apparently, I've been to happy with my painting.  This is one of those peices that was just born out of the moment.  I just attacked a peice of wood without any idea of where I was going.  I ened up with something that I love.  It is actually painted on a piece of MDF board.  I'm going to have to get Jason to build a frame for it to hide the unfinished edges.

Here is a sketch that I did, I think I would like take the concept and elaborate on it.  It would make a great painting.  You know, in my free time.



Even with my own melancholily,  I am just thrilled to have this sweet little face in my life.  He is almost 7 months old.  7 stinking months!?!?!  I can't believe.  I just keeping looking at him in shock.  Where the crap did the last seven months go?  He is such a big personality.  He also has a desire to NOT sleep through the night.  This has intensified all my moodiness. He has been getting up at least two times a night (most night 3 times) for the last month and a half.  I completely understand why sleep deprivation is used as an interrogation method.





At least he is adorable. He and Henry have started to interact more.  Henry loves to play with baby Alex.  He will dance or sing songs for him.  Henry can make Alex laugh harder than anyone.  Of course I do have to be mindful of this playfulness because on more than one occasion Henry has tried to pounce on Alex.  You know total little boy roughhousing. Which is endearing expect for the fact that Alex is still a baby.  The worst part is Alex finds it extra funny when Henry tries to "get him" as Henry calls it.  I feel like a broken record.  "Too much Henry."  "Be gentle, don't jump on your brother."  "Yes, I know he is laughing but you might hurt him."  I guess I should just be gratefully they seem to love each other.  I can't wait to watch these little guys grow up.

And a little video . . .



Alex still hasn't master sitting up and rolling over yet.  I think if he had a motto is would be "I do what I want" said just like Cartman.  And, apparently he doesn't want to move.  No worries, we've talk to his doctor and are going to have a consult with a physical therapist.   In the mean time, I just can't stop laughing at him.  I know, great parenting.  Speaking of great parenting, he totally has his breakfast all over his sleeper in this video.

I am off to race time, I am trying to finish an advent calendar before December 1st and right now it isn't looking to promising.

PS.  I live with this crazy two year old two year old.  He is totally talking about passing gas at the end.