A Boy's World
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
The Reflections Keep On Coming
Best Friends
Temple Ready
Knott's Berry Water
Fishing with Grandma Donna at the Ol' Watering Hole
My Favorite Trip to Knott's Berry Farm with Grandma and Grandpa (CA)
Still Reflecting
Albuquerque Cousins (75% of them)
Aquarium Fascination
ALBQ ZOO
Photo of Boy Running Through Carrot
I Slide, I Slide Well.
Yet More Reflections
Tumble Boy
Scenes from an Airport
Walker in the Woods
Wheeler Browsing
Bridge Crossing
Reflections
In Memoriam
City Planner
Hot Summer Days
Utah Museum of Natural History (dinosaur dig)
Airport from Ensign
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Brogan the Grey
Inthisyearofdifficultyforourfamily,onelittlepersonhasgivenusmore
hopeandlovethanwecouldhave
imagined.
This little child so small and sweet
Gives Mom and Dad both joy complete.
When he tears around the house
He's not as quiet as a mouse,
His smile can light up any room
No time for tears or doom and gloom.
His sensitivity amazes
With long-lashed eyes he slyly gazes
And hugs you 'til you gasp for air
When he tears around the house
He's not as quiet as a mouse,
His smile can light up any room
No time for tears or doom and gloom.
His sensitivity amazes
With long-lashed eyes he slyly gazes
And hugs you 'til you gasp for air
This cuddly little Brogan Bear.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Surreal Motherhood
Today I brought the Brogster to storytime at the library.
It's been over a year since we last went. For some reason Brogan feels called upon to perform (can you say "quack"). He acts shy in this setting. Before leaving home, Brogan was asked if he wanted to go to storytime at the library today. He said he did. He looked puzzled and told me, "Mommy, there's no bed there."
He has strong associations, this guy. Stories=bedtime. Zoo=animals. Swimming=swim vest. Uncle Aaron=BYU. I said, no, there's no bed but stories can be for playtime.
Having just left a gathering of Brogan's "peers," that is, preschoolers, and sat through a duck-themed event, we walked out to the parking lot and Brogan pointed to a white car.
"That's like our car, Mom." (Ours is gold).
I see the Toyota hood emblem. And he's right.
"Yes, that is a Camry like ours."
We get to our car. I reach for the keys to unlock the door.
"That's a zoo car, Mom."
Distractedly, I open the door and reach for his seat belt. I turn to the car next to us. Maybe I thought I was going to see a safari jeep or a tiger-striped vehicle.
I saw a bumper sticker saying simply "RENEW THE ZOO."
You see, Brogan can read. He's 3.
Two nights ago, I read him a Dr. Suess book. I Can Read With My Eyes Shut. A funny little book with rhymes, which Brogan revels in. I did not delve into every detail on every page. It was time for bed. Good night, little Brogan.
As usually happens, the potty called and parents were summoned back to help dispose of the contents.
While waiting, Brogan picked up the Suess book and when I walked in he pointed to a particular page, an illustration of a contraption.
Brogan pointed and said "That says ON and that says OFF, Mom."
It did say those words.. I hadn't read this part of the page and since Brogan has well over 150 books at last count, I hadn't even read this book to him since the day I bought it.
"Wow, great job, you are reading."
"The N has an O and the F's have an O."
"Yes."
How does one put into words this feeling. Should this be happening? Aren't you three kiddo? Have you skipped a grade?
Last night.
Daddy and Brogan walk back from his room carrying a book. Daddy says, "Show Mommy."
Brogan says, "Look, Mom." Opening the book, he points to the sign above the door of a big brick building. "S-C-H-O-O-L school." (This is how he spells every word. Points to each letter and says each one and then says the whole word. Like a spelling bee).
Z-O-O zoo. B-R-O-G-A-N Brogan. Ad nauseum. But not really. I am almost in a state of shock. Each remarkable event is small. But the dawning of understanding is huge.
My "toddler." My preschooler. My child born to me just three years ago. I look at him and love every moment.
M-O-M-M-Y-H-O-O-D Mommyhood.
I feel like the luckiest person in the world.
It's been over a year since we last went. For some reason Brogan feels called upon to perform (can you say "quack"). He acts shy in this setting. Before leaving home, Brogan was asked if he wanted to go to storytime at the library today. He said he did. He looked puzzled and told me, "Mommy, there's no bed there."
He has strong associations, this guy. Stories=bedtime. Zoo=animals. Swimming=swim vest. Uncle Aaron=BYU. I said, no, there's no bed but stories can be for playtime.
Having just left a gathering of Brogan's "peers," that is, preschoolers, and sat through a duck-themed event, we walked out to the parking lot and Brogan pointed to a white car.
"That's like our car, Mom." (Ours is gold).
I see the Toyota hood emblem. And he's right.
"Yes, that is a Camry like ours."
We get to our car. I reach for the keys to unlock the door.
"That's a zoo car, Mom."
Distractedly, I open the door and reach for his seat belt. I turn to the car next to us. Maybe I thought I was going to see a safari jeep or a tiger-striped vehicle.
I saw a bumper sticker saying simply "RENEW THE ZOO."
You see, Brogan can read. He's 3.
Two nights ago, I read him a Dr. Suess book. I Can Read With My Eyes Shut. A funny little book with rhymes, which Brogan revels in. I did not delve into every detail on every page. It was time for bed. Good night, little Brogan.
As usually happens, the potty called and parents were summoned back to help dispose of the contents.
While waiting, Brogan picked up the Suess book and when I walked in he pointed to a particular page, an illustration of a contraption.
Brogan pointed and said "That says ON and that says OFF, Mom."
It did say those words.. I hadn't read this part of the page and since Brogan has well over 150 books at last count, I hadn't even read this book to him since the day I bought it.
"Wow, great job, you are reading."
"The N has an O and the F's have an O."
"Yes."
How does one put into words this feeling. Should this be happening? Aren't you three kiddo? Have you skipped a grade?
Last night.
Daddy and Brogan walk back from his room carrying a book. Daddy says, "Show Mommy."
Brogan says, "Look, Mom." Opening the book, he points to the sign above the door of a big brick building. "S-C-H-O-O-L school." (This is how he spells every word. Points to each letter and says each one and then says the whole word. Like a spelling bee).
Z-O-O zoo. B-R-O-G-A-N Brogan. Ad nauseum. But not really. I am almost in a state of shock. Each remarkable event is small. But the dawning of understanding is huge.
My "toddler." My preschooler. My child born to me just three years ago. I look at him and love every moment.
M-O-M-M-Y-H-O-O-D Mommyhood.
I feel like the luckiest person in the world.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Brogan Comes to Chicago
Brogan, Grandma and Grandpa (WI) rode the train to come see Daddy and Mommy in Chicago. Then G & G took a nap in the room while Brogan swims with Daddy!
Let me in!
Chicago Getaway for Mommy and Daddy
Mommy and Daddy ride the ferris wheel at Navy Pier
(Careful, this image is copyrighted as a postcard)
Funhouse mirrors are groovy
How Romantic!
Impossibly, Yet More Wisconsin Fun
Visiting A Real Wisconsin Dairy Farm
Cows!
Cows!
Llamas!
Say cheese guys
Mommy gets kissed!
Brogan's turn!
More Fun in Wisconsin
The Petting Zoo OutingBrogan had a blast with the animals. After washing our hands, we had ice cream!
A Summer of Fun Continued
Picking Strawberries in the Rain!
Mommy, Grandma & Brogan braved a summer shower to find sweet strawberries. We were the only ones out in the field! We brought the berries home and made jam.
Mommy, Grandma & Brogan braved a summer shower to find sweet strawberries. We were the only ones out in the field! We brought the berries home and made jam.
A Summer of Fun
Wisconsin Days
Our small Nilsson clan journeyed to Wisconsin in June 2008. Mommy and Brogan visited for 3 weeks! Daddy came for the last ten days. We had more adventures than we can remember! Here are a few and there's more to come.
Froggy Friends
Playhouse in the Woods
Watering Grandma's flowers in WI
Wagon rides with Grandma & Ginger in WI
Train Ride in East Troy, WI
Monday, June 9, 2008
Camping, Part II
Camping at Rockport Reservoir with family friends, Brogan enjoyed the private beach, juniper forest, the FOOD, everything actually.
Thanks for bringing me camping, Mom and Dad!
Brogan tackles Mommy with a bear hug!
While skipping rocks, launching driftwood boats, and generally having a marvellous time at the shore, we spied this tiny lizard (Brogan says 'wizard') and set him on a rock near our campsite. We tried to interest him in eating various plants and bugs but he was not interested.
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