With two summer babies the summer also marks their milestones in a very pronounced way. Last summer we spent a lot of time slowly following Matthew on hikes and walks while this summer we're busy keeping up with him. The previous summer he was cruising around grandma's house as we got it ready for the renters and the summer before that we were spending time "sunning" on top of the root cellar to ward off jaundice.
This summer Matthew's developing by leaps and bounds. He's inquisitive, super-chatty, and becoming more self-confident. Though I love watching the kids interact with each other, I treasure my one-on-one time with each one and they each thrive with more individual attention (plus it feels a lot less like refereeing!) By nature, Matthew is cautious. He walked late, but when he did he didn't fall much. Like his dad he's a thinker. He's 6 steps ahead of me in the chess game of life. Because of his innate (or influenced because he was the first kid) cautiousness he rarely gets himself into dangerous situations and when he does I try really hard to sit by and watch because he can generally figure it out on his own. I was so proud the other day when we went to a new park and he tackled this all by himself while I sat on the sidelines:
He's also pretty insistent on wearing his snow boots when we go out so on the off-chance we find a puddle the boy wants to be prepared.
Matthew's also quite the prep chef. He loves to help cook and bake. Here he helped me make pizza dough. His favorite part is sprinkling anything:
And then he couldn't keep from tasting it and started singing, errr, shrieking into a metal mixing bowl at the top of his lungs and was back to being my precocious 2 year old.
Last but not least another fun aspect of his budding personality is watching his relationship with the animals. He loves to throw the ball for Sky, though he prefers to throw it someplace where Sky has to work to get it (into the tree, into the house). Sky often protests by bringing the ball to James and I instead, but at the end of it all, a thrown ball is a thrown ball I guess.