The Adventures of August

 

Yes, this little boy already has the stories deserving of his own blog posts.  I think his brother has taught him well.  We had high hopes for Gus as he was born seemingly low maintenance, but something happened.  We're pretty sure John changed him.  Now that we have a third kid coming along we are convinced more and more each day that he/she should be raised in isolation from the other two.

Gus isn't really talking a whole lot.  He can say a few things like dada and mama and even something that sounds like John.  He also says dog and ruffs at any dog that seems to cross his line of vision.  He has also learned to say hi and bye and night night, although that is like a curse word for him.  However, despite his lack of vocabulary he is very good at voicing is displeasure and even his boredom.  A few weeks ago in church he decided he wanted to go out and play, and rather than throw the normal fit to get me to leave he decided to spit at me, his brother, his dad and everyone else sitting behind us in church.  When I tried to cover his mouth he would either lick my finger or bite it and keep on spitting.  Everyone but me thought this was funny.

And, on the subject of church, when we were at the communion rail Gus got really excited to see his dad up close and personal.  He just kept saying, "hi, hi, hi, hi, hi" over and over and over again.  He was very sad to leave the rail not have any acknowledgment from his dad.

It is funny how the second, and subsequent, kids always seem to pick things up a little faster that the first when it comes to causing harm to others.  We were outside enjoying a beautiful day and the boys were playing nicely.  That is, until August found a stick.  John, who was actually not bothering Gus started crying and screaming,"No!  That hurts."  I looked over to see Gus hitting John with the stick.  Repeatedly.

Gus has come to hate Thursdays.  I mean HATE.  On Thursdays I watch a 2 month old boy named Nathan.  He is a sweet, quiet, good baby and is really no hassle at all.  John loves Nathan.  He wakes up asking when baby Nathan is coming over and always asks if we can keep him.  John is my big helper with Nathan; he gets me diapers, wipes, pacifiers, you name it.  Gus on the other hand is counting down the minutes until Nathan goes home.  Gus throws fits, takes Nathan's toys and pacifiers and acts like he is being neglected when we hold Nathan.  This is good for Gus.  This is good practice for what is to come in 5 1/2 months.  I think Gus is already suffering from middle child syndrome.