Last paci post

Should be. I think. I hope.

Sawyer (and Tere) took his remaining two butterfly pacis to Toys R Us yesterday and used them as currency to purchase a new toy. We talked about it in the morning and he'd agreed a "big Buzz" (as in Lightyear) would be worth two pacis. Sadly, there was no big Buzz to be had, but still he took the whole exchange like the strong little man that he is. Tere said he flung the bag o' pacis on the counter without hesitation. He didn't nap well yesterday and had a fussy hour or two that he would normally have been napping (and sucking). But he was fine and sweet the rest of the day...playful and silly as ever. He woke up entirely too early today, but he didn't come into our room last night asking for help finding the butterfly paci so mission accomplished!

Love this sweet muffin.

Last week, I put Sawyer in some Batman PJs...the big boy kind, not the fitted ones. He looks down, taking himself in, then exclaims, "I. Look. Awesome!!!"


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Location:I look awesome!

Princess Mama

Sawyer (to Ridge's friend Luke): That my mommy. She good. She a princess.


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Violin

Clever title, eh?

Documenting this for the day we wonder when our little prodigy got started...graduation from Booker T. magnet for the arts, college scholarships, a starring role in the symphony...you know, all that.

Ridge had his first violin lesson tonight. It was awesome. He was more engaged than I've ever seen him be in one thing for a full 45 minutes. His instructor, Mrs. DiCostas, made it very fun and seemed to be impressed and amused by him. With little prompting or explanation, he could tell her the parts of the instrument...stuff I didn't know, or know he knew. (And he was kind enough to explain to the teacher the ways in which it was similar to his guitar.) Then she showed him the strings and what note each represented. He could pluck them right out by name in no time - E, A, D and G. Then she played pop goes the weasel and he got to make the pop noise at the end by plucking the A. He was so impressed with himself.

It was a proud and precious time.

Hancock Boys

We are getting more and more pictures of them loving on eachother. There is hope yet! I have several (OK, maybe two) from our trip to Put in Bay where they have their arms around eachother. I really never thought I'd see the day.

Thorsen took this one when we were in Hunt. The girl is rocking the camera and I'm incredibly grateful for the good photos. (She took the pics of us in front of the Dalewood house too.) It is no small task getting all four of us smiling at the right time.

Need butterfly paci to calm down!!!

I just wanted to jot this down before I forget. Sawyer's new ploy/line to get a pacifier, which were eradicated for a week at the end of July and are now relagated to bedtime use, is, "need butterfly pathi (paci) to calm down!!!" The first time we heard this, Tere thought he said that he needed to "come down." That was funnier...in a creepy sort of way.

Has it really been since April?

Sheesh...I was on such a good roll. The boys do and say stuff so often that I mean to write down. I guess it's an overwhelming body of work!

Speaking of overwhelming, we are OUT of Dalewood...our first, sweet house. We all went back last night to say goodbye. Boo hoo hoo! I think even Ridge was a little emotional, but he was the only one of the Hancock men who may have shared my sentiment. Before we said farewell at Dalewood, we showed them their rooms at the new house, which Grammy had lovingly arranged down to the last detail, including books ordered by fiction and nonfiction. They were both over-the-moon excited about their new, bigger space. Ridge thanked us. That boy can be impressively grateful at times. (He can also dazzle us with his 4-year-old sense of entitlement.)

Anyway, we're driving away from the house with me all misty eyed and Sawyer belts out, "we all live in a lello submarine, a lello submarine, a lello submarine." Just this part of the chorus, over and over. Then he starts, "good day sunshine, good day sunshine." And in closing, "we all live in an orange submarine." I think he just did that last part to irritate OCD big bro who was quick to correct and frustrated when his instruction didn't take.