Oh, my, I just realized that the month of May has dawned upon us! How did that happen? I thought I was watching for it, but I missed an entire week somehow. I have still been laboring under the belief that I have three weeks to prepare for the grandbabies visit. It's two weeks! Not three! Yikes.
This is Nehemiah. He is nearly eight months old. I haven't seen him since February 25th, which means I haven't seen him since he was five and a half months old. He is so happy, and so cute. I can't wait to hold him and enjoy him.
Here is a recent picture of Ezkeiel, who will be turning 3 at the end of this month. I miss him so much. I really have to make reservations for another trip to Indiana! I know, they're coming to see me, but then what? I can't wait until Christmas to play with this little boy again. That will not do. Not when children grow up so fast. No, I'll have to go out and visit him at least two times between now and December.
This was the last activity I did with Ezekiel when I last did my "grandma" visit. We had so much fun coloring together. I would color houses and buildings, trees, birds and sky, and while I colored I told stories about the places I drew. Ezekiel would get all caught up in the stories, to the point where he actually thought a door to a house would open upon continued knocking on the picture. It's just magical, this age. That's why I can't miss too many months in between visits. I can't give up the magical part of my grandchildren's lives.
Like going outside and pretending to build Eyore's house.
Or making a cave out of pillows.
Peek-a-boo, I see you! I see someone else too. Looks like Mama.
I love the month of May!!