OCD

and he gets it oh so honestly from his momma.  For a few weeks now, Eason's nighttime ritual has included time spent with this ball game with four different colored balls that are pushed through holes, travel back & forth down a maze and come out at the bottom.  However, this play is not random and it is not disorderly.  In fact, Eason stacks the balls in a certain order each time from one end to the other, aligning the colored ball with it's corresponding colored hole.  After stacking them on top (naming each color as he goes along), he then proceeds to push the balls through, in the same order.  Often he retells what color the ball is that he is pushing down, and sometimes he even says "red ball down red hole" and so on and so forth.  I think it is quite impressive for a not yet two year old.  I might add that he does not appreciate help or interference with his organizing.    

This boy is quite amazing.  He has a varied and daily-increasing vocabulary.  He can actually count to ten.  He has started to learn his ABCs, which right now go something like, "a,b,c,d,e,x,y,z."  Who really needs all those in the middle anyway.  Well, I cannot take credit for his brilliance.  Eason spends each day with his Grandmomma & Grandda Bazemore and has learned so much from them.  Grandmomma reads to & with him constantly.  He loves books, and will often walk around with a book speaking gibberish, but pretending that he is reading the book out loud.  His Grandda's musical influences have enabled him to almost completely sing any of the following,

"Let's go fly a kite"

"Row, row, row your boat"

"Zipedeedooda"

and of course "Slinky."

This child never ceases to amaze me.  He has such a sweet spirit, but can be very serious, focused & independent.  For instance, sometimes I will try to join in when he is playing with his toys.  If he is really focused, he does not want interference.  One day the conversation went like this:

Eason: "No, go away, mommie."  

Sara: "No, no Eason, that is not nice.  Do not tell Mommy to 'go away.'"

Eason: "Mommy, move."

Sara: "no, sir, do not tell Mommy to move."

Eason: [looking around for some new plan, remembers that I like to look outside, points and says] "Mommy, window."

Mommy got the picture, and decided that was not such a rude way of saying 'leave me alone' and rather creative.  

5th Haircut

So, it was time.  I never want to cut Eason's hair, or should I say get it cut, but it was time.

This was the boy's 5th haircut.  The first in Camden, the second & third by Mrs. Loretta at Kidz Korner, the fourth unfortunately at the mall, and finally we returned to Mrs. Loretta.  She does such a good job, but it is so short.

Finally, just for you Zani....

Eason likes to watch a video of the Bo Hunks, an orchestra.  He has seen it so many times now that when his Granddaddy plays music, Eason will often leave the room in order to make an entrance like the maestro.  At his grandparent's, he then stands in front of the music cabinet, which has a glass door, where he can watch his reflection.  From there he will conduct the orchestra and then take a bow before making a grand exit. While I don't have footage of that, here he is conducting and bowing.

The sweetest part is that his daddy enjoyed conducting the orchestra when he was Eason's age.

Quick Update

I had my second doctor's appointment earlier this month and the doctor said everything was great. I even got to hear that quick little heartbeat for a few seconds, it was beating at a rate of about 160. I still cannot believe that I am pregnant. I would say that I don't "feel" pregnant, but I guess I just don't recognize what I feel as pregnant. The exhaustion this time around has been ridiculous. One day last week, my boss actually sent me home earlier to sleep. I must have looked pretty rough. But I must say that was what I needed, I even took the next morning off to sleep 3 more hours. It was amazing how productive I was that afternoon, being so well rested. My next doctor's appointment is early October and we should be able to find out what we are having early November when we are at week 20. With the first trimester over, I am looking forward to this exhaustion and upset stomach going away. For now I think it is God's way of making me rest, cause otherwise, I can't sit still.