A Sunday in September

I’m writing this blog post tonight to the wonderful sound of rain on our roof.  It has been dry here.  We were fortunate to return from furlough to a mostly full rain tank at our house, but several people that we know have run theirs empty (rain water=drinking water).  I’m sure there are some thankful folks out there tonight.  It’s a reminder that rainy season is coming, and before you know it, we will all be complaining about too much rain and mud, instead of complaining about dust!

I had the urge today to take some photos of my boys… and it was tough!  I swear, I followed them around all day, snapping pictures of this and that, and hardly any of them turned out.  Greg is at an age where it is almost impossible to get him to look at a camera, much less smile at it.  And Caleb… well, he’s just FAST!  In most of my photos he is literally a blur, as he goes nonstop from one thing to the next.  Still, I managed to find a few gems among the mess.

 

Posed photo?  Didn't work out so well.  But aren't they both getting big?

  Caleb. Loves. Power outlets. 

Here in PNG, there are little switches by each outlet to turn the power on or off.  It's very handy. It also makes a fascinating click that babies gravitate towards.  Click.  Click.  Click.  The soundtrack of my day.  It is also just about impossible to change his diaper, because he knows that if he stands on his changing table, he can flick the light switch off and on. 

 

Greg, growing up.

I can't believe how big Greg is getting.  He is so much fun right now - imaginative, silly, and smart.  (He can also be a big challenge.  I think three is more difficult than two.) 

A smile!  Caught on camera!

Where is Caleb?

Peek-a-boo!

He is into telephones right now.

 

My boys love crackers.  Luckily for us, there are a large variety of crackers sold in PNG.  "Cracker" is one of Caleb's favorite words right now.  This afternoon I used the word "cracker" while taking to Brian, and all of a sudden Caleb came crawling over from the other room as fast as he could.  He asked to climb up in my arms and then pointed toward the pantry shelf where they are kept!

 

That's one hard cracker!

 

Boys, playing with toys.

I am enjoying the fact that Caleb is a much more cuddly baby than Greg ever was.  Greg is my intellectual introvert.  Caleb is my social guy.  (In other words, Greg is a lot like me, and Caleb is a lot like Brian!)