Westmoreland Asays

Hi i am Aaron. My mom is a asking me questions for my 7 year old  life. It is sometimes painful  and sometimes it is not.

At a week shy of turning 8 months, Ian became mobile. He'd been flirting with crawling for a few weeks--he'd get into position on his hands and knees and rock back and forth--but at last he moved forward. When I asked him what the motivating factor was, he replied that being able to put anything in his mouth--especially cords for electronic devices--got him over the edge.

Aaron and I went to the Blazer's game tonight--a yearly tradition, thanks in part to the Trailblazers donating tickets to kids who complete their library's summer reading program. Edward also earned a ticket to the game, be he decided that he didn't want to go (I sold his ticket to a scalper); Meg reported that he cried about not getting to go, but we try very hard to teach the boys to "take the opportunity when it is there," so I didn't feel bad since we gave him plenty of chances to go. Aaron paid close attention to the game, recognized his favorite players, and cheered at all the appropriate times. He also enjoyed a bag of cotton candy which, at my encouragement, he slowly ate throughout the game. When the game was winding down, Aaron handed me the nearly-empty bag and said, "Uhh, I think I ate too much cotton candy. I feel sick." Fortunately, his body didn't react violently to his over-indulgence; however, he was overly alert on the ride ba...

I sometimes combine my walking workout with a trip to the Portland Central Library, where I check out books for the boys to read. As I was exiting the children's section I noticed a DVD-- The Little Travelers Japan --that I thought the boys would like (and, frankly, me too). We watched the hour-long show that night together for the first time, but since then Eddie has watched it at least 20 more times. He reports that his favorite part is when the pre-school kids take off their pants and take naps in their underwear. The show has clearly influenced him, including the desire to eat sushi, which we recently brought home some sushi to celebrate my 15-year anniversary of landing in Japan for the first time; he took a bite of some with smoked salmon, but unfortunately spit it out. But I admire his bravery for trying some so new and different. Meg also reports that Edward once told her this when he was upset with her: "Mom, I'm mad at you. I'm not going to take you with me t...