The Science Guy

Lately Lincoln has been very interested in science.  On a whim I checked out a few Bill Nye the Science Guy videos from the library.  Lincoln loved them.  We now have a stack of about 12 videos because he wants to check them all out.  He will tell me, "I'm doing science!"  Or if he sees something interesting outside he will ask me, "Is that science?"

I should have seen it coming I guess.  Yesterday I discovered a scrap of paper, from back in May, where I wrote down one of his funny sayings:

"Mom, I wanna go to outer space," said Lincoln, wistfully and at random.

"How would you do that?" I asked, curiously.

"You just need a space suit," answered Lincoln, sensibly.

"Oh," I replied, neutrally (hoping to see where this would go).

"I wish I had a space suit," sighed Lincoln, woefully.  He then explained, "For you don't float away.  It is really cold in outer space, and it's really hot out there.  The sun is FIRE!  And you need some goggles for you can't see with the sun."

Pretty astute for a five year old.  I love kids with their little sponge brains that soak up all sorts of information that you don't realize until they pine for space travel.

The pictures are of us at the new spray park on base.  As you can tell it was kind of a cloudy day, but Lincoln braved the freezing water anyway.

Persephone so far is a little night owl.  This is probably more my fault than hers because of my lack of desire to fight nature when it comes to getting her "on a schedule."  Anyway, normal bedtime for her is around midnight.  Not the greatest, I know, and we're working on it...sorta.  But!  She does sleep straight through 'til morning, not waking until 7 or 8ish.  All in all it's not too bad.

Uriah and I are both trained to wake up in the morning, but normally only according to our responsibilities.  Uriah can wake up to his alarm, hit the snooze half a dozen times, get out of bed, shower, dress, and leave for work all without my knowledge.  If it's not for me I'm not answering!  Mommy sleep is far to precious.  On the other hand, Persephone only has to let out a little hum, or grunt, or squeak and my eyes pop open.  Uriah is completely capable of sleeping through my stumbling around to use the bathroom, change a diaper, and feed the baby.  And I'm not very quiet about it either, talking to Persephone or stubbing my toe or grumbling about being tired.  Apparently Daddy sleep is precious too.  And neither of us wake when sneaky little Lincoln man uses his stealth ninja mode to slink into our bed.

Persephone is so sweet.  I love being the mommy of an infant again.  While definitely not without its challenges, it is also immensely rewarding.  When she first sees me in the morning she will kick her legs, flap both arms (if she were a duck she would fly), and smile at me in excitement.  I tell her, "Good morning, Persephone."  Then I scoop her up and hug her cheek to cheek with a hum of happiness in her ear.  I noticed a week or so ago that she hums back.  The happy feeling must be mutual.