Three years. I can barely believe my first born is three years old. It doesn’t seem possible that so much time has passed. And then again, I cannot believe it has only been three years, for it feels like I have had you all of my life.
This year has been amazing. We have experienced many fun adventures. You have learned so much. I have learned so much. I constantly feel a surge of pride in the boy you are. You are all things gentle, kind, caring and nurturing. You are hilarious. I don’t know an adult who can make me laugh the way you do- constantly. It isn’t because of toddler antics, but because you are down right one funny guy.
You are polite and believe in boundaries. You walk on what is right and point out what is wrong. You are still the observer and learner. You would rather watch and then lead. You are cautious. The irony is you have no fear of water and love to ride on your toys fast and complete ‘tricks’ as we watch. You love an audience.
It is said that a parent teaches their child what they truly believe. It is in these teachings we as parents come to know what kind of person we are and understand what we believe to be important. I have learned so much about who I am through being your Mom. I didn’t realize how firmly I held true to certain thoughts, expectations and values until I parented. Again, KK you make me so proud in the system you are creating regarding your values and beliefs.
Baby love, I hope this happy-happy is all you have been waiting for over the six months. You have been anticipating and waiting for this day for a long time. I hope it is full of magic and good wishes come true. My hope is the coming year you will grow new friendships, stay true and continue to ask me to dance after lunch. I look forward to the conversations and sharing in the coming year. Please feel free to keep both your tantrums and practice of testing the limits of your independence to yourself. Keep your chin up and stay the course.
I love your guts. I love you so so much.
Oh- let me quickly answer your questions:
Yes, three comes after two. You cannot chew gum because it is your happy-happy (nice try!). You do get to go to school and wear underwear. You are a big boy, but you still need to take a rest. And nope, no more diapers with the exception of bedtime.
Happy number three, Mister Man. Happy number three. ~
Mommy
Friday, September 9, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
No Cry Zone
As we get out of the car I feel pretty good. We were laughing and talking about the day ahead. We walk towards the doors and he points to the play area and shares he has ‘that, that and that.” We are still playful and walk down a short flight of stairs. The smell of cookies, glue and play-doh fill the air. I grab my chest. Nicole, do not do it. Don’t do it. I look up to the ceiling having the tears retreat back into my eyes. We have reached the No Cry Zone.
I hold his hand a little tighter and take my eyes down to look straight ahead. There it is on the wall “KADEN” written with black sharpie on a green gingerbread boy. The wind is knocked out of me. I squeeze his hand and shake my body. I adjust my posture. I ask him to stay close because Mom needs her baby. It is happening. We are going to school.
I see his teacher down the hallway, which only a moment ago was a short distance from where we stood. It now has a feeling of a photograph taken with an eye fish lens: narrow and long and everything in the distance is taller and askew. It all sits in a bubble. I am nervous, uneasy and a little hungry. The glue must be making me high.
Today is introduction to preschool day. Three one-hour sessions to play and meet as well as pay are available for students and family. I have literally been thinking of this day for 2 ½ years. He was six months old when I started researching area public and private schools. At birth I knew he was either going to be the youngest or the oldest in his class. And like I do best, I started researching and planning. What I didn’t plan for: No Cry Zone entry.
We have looked at school many times on the internet. He asked where the Pooh chair is. The teacher pointed and he ran towards it. He grabbed a book and jumped into the cushions. It is nice he is so comfortable. Never mind I am left standing in the doorway clutching a bag of school supplies gaping for what feels like my last breath. Isn’t this how he is supposed to feel? I should be planning my ‘free’ time with a joy-filled (not heavy) heart.
Mrs. Snook spent 10 minutes of one-on-one time with him. They watched the fish in the aquarium. She read to him in funny voices. She showed him a few activities and asked him about his family, favorite things and the like. Kids ran into the room looking for her. She hugged each child close right up onto her cheek. She would rub their arms, legs and even hair on a girl’s back. She is genuine. She cares. She is a nurturer. As she asks each child about something they did over the summer (she remembered so and so was going to have a sibling, go to Bend or move into a new house) she listened to their story through stutters and toddler voice. I love her. I felt the cramp in my throat working its way out.
Kade and I took the tour one more time. We looked at the bathroom. He liked the tiny toilet. He laughed and laughed at the pint size of it. We went through the snack room and into the music room. He enjoyed the ‘gym’ and climbing piece. We looped back into the entry hallway. This time it wasn’t as long as it appeared upon our arrival. It is actually a short walk and we did so quickly just as we had done through these past three years.
At the beginning of his life it felt preschool was a lifetime away. He would never fit into 3T clothes. And here I am standing in the door way between baby and boy. The path from then to now is crazy fast. It had its own fish eye moments, but it was a short quick walk, indeed.
As I am sitting in a world of symbolism his little voice squeezes my heart. “Bye-bye school. Be back yater!” His hand is in the sky waving. I can hear the laughter behind us. “Mama, can I bring Daddy to show him school?” They will be back at 6:30 to check it out again.
The two of us leave the No Cry Zone he as a preschooler and me, well a little stronger as I have to reenter the 'zone' on Tuesday. I think my (big) boy will help me get through MY first day.
I hold his hand a little tighter and take my eyes down to look straight ahead. There it is on the wall “KADEN” written with black sharpie on a green gingerbread boy. The wind is knocked out of me. I squeeze his hand and shake my body. I adjust my posture. I ask him to stay close because Mom needs her baby. It is happening. We are going to school.
I see his teacher down the hallway, which only a moment ago was a short distance from where we stood. It now has a feeling of a photograph taken with an eye fish lens: narrow and long and everything in the distance is taller and askew. It all sits in a bubble. I am nervous, uneasy and a little hungry. The glue must be making me high.
Today is introduction to preschool day. Three one-hour sessions to play and meet as well as pay are available for students and family. I have literally been thinking of this day for 2 ½ years. He was six months old when I started researching area public and private schools. At birth I knew he was either going to be the youngest or the oldest in his class. And like I do best, I started researching and planning. What I didn’t plan for: No Cry Zone entry.
We have looked at school many times on the internet. He asked where the Pooh chair is. The teacher pointed and he ran towards it. He grabbed a book and jumped into the cushions. It is nice he is so comfortable. Never mind I am left standing in the doorway clutching a bag of school supplies gaping for what feels like my last breath. Isn’t this how he is supposed to feel? I should be planning my ‘free’ time with a joy-filled (not heavy) heart.
Mrs. Snook spent 10 minutes of one-on-one time with him. They watched the fish in the aquarium. She read to him in funny voices. She showed him a few activities and asked him about his family, favorite things and the like. Kids ran into the room looking for her. She hugged each child close right up onto her cheek. She would rub their arms, legs and even hair on a girl’s back. She is genuine. She cares. She is a nurturer. As she asks each child about something they did over the summer (she remembered so and so was going to have a sibling, go to Bend or move into a new house) she listened to their story through stutters and toddler voice. I love her. I felt the cramp in my throat working its way out.
Kade and I took the tour one more time. We looked at the bathroom. He liked the tiny toilet. He laughed and laughed at the pint size of it. We went through the snack room and into the music room. He enjoyed the ‘gym’ and climbing piece. We looped back into the entry hallway. This time it wasn’t as long as it appeared upon our arrival. It is actually a short walk and we did so quickly just as we had done through these past three years.
At the beginning of his life it felt preschool was a lifetime away. He would never fit into 3T clothes. And here I am standing in the door way between baby and boy. The path from then to now is crazy fast. It had its own fish eye moments, but it was a short quick walk, indeed.
As I am sitting in a world of symbolism his little voice squeezes my heart. “Bye-bye school. Be back yater!” His hand is in the sky waving. I can hear the laughter behind us. “Mama, can I bring Daddy to show him school?” They will be back at 6:30 to check it out again.
The two of us leave the No Cry Zone he as a preschooler and me, well a little stronger as I have to reenter the 'zone' on Tuesday. I think my (big) boy will help me get through MY first day.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Toothbrush
Time is made up of all this small stuff, which over time creates ones own life.... This song makes me think of how small moments led me straight into this beautiful big life.
http://youtu.be/x-yHsIGNqsY PLAY as you read along!
Love starts with a toothbrush,
A big razor and a Dixie cup
A little splash of aftershave,
Before you leave for that first date
I see stars in both your eyes
After that long kiss goodnight
Forever starts with a suitcase,
Sneaking out the window to get away
To the car parked by the curb,
Gassed up for a gallon burn
A little chapel and a couple of rings
Will get you two toothbrushes by the bathroom sink
And everything that's anything
Starts out as a little thing
Just needs a little time and room to grow
Step by step, day by day
It all adds up along the way
And the next thing that you know
Life starts with a little house,
A corner lot on the edge of town
A weed eater and a picket fence
You think it's good as the getting gets
Then she wakes up feeling bad
You both wonder what's up with that
http://www.elyricsworld.com/toothbrush_lyrics_brad_paisley.html
Everything that's anything
Starts out as a little thing
Just needs a little time and room to grow
Step by step, day by day
It all adds up along the way
And the next thing that you know
One night around eight o'clock
You scrub him down then you dry him off
You pick him up and put his little feet
On the stool by the bathroom sink
You grab the crest and the Dixie cup
It all hits you as he opens up...
Love starts with a toothbrush
~ B. Paisley
http://youtu.be/x-yHsIGNqsY PLAY as you read along!
Love starts with a toothbrush,
A big razor and a Dixie cup
A little splash of aftershave,
Before you leave for that first date
I see stars in both your eyes
After that long kiss goodnight
Forever starts with a suitcase,
Sneaking out the window to get away
To the car parked by the curb,
Gassed up for a gallon burn
A little chapel and a couple of rings
Will get you two toothbrushes by the bathroom sink
And everything that's anything
Starts out as a little thing
Just needs a little time and room to grow
Step by step, day by day
It all adds up along the way
And the next thing that you know
Life starts with a little house,
A corner lot on the edge of town
A weed eater and a picket fence
You think it's good as the getting gets
Then she wakes up feeling bad
You both wonder what's up with that
http://www.elyricsworld.com/toothbrush_lyrics_brad_paisley.html
Everything that's anything
Starts out as a little thing
Just needs a little time and room to grow
Step by step, day by day
It all adds up along the way
And the next thing that you know
One night around eight o'clock
You scrub him down then you dry him off
You pick him up and put his little feet
On the stool by the bathroom sink
You grab the crest and the Dixie cup
It all hits you as he opens up...
Love starts with a toothbrush
~ B. Paisley
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Baby to Boy
Kaden has entered into one of my favorite stages. He is a human sponge. There are so many things he says reminding me of Nicholas Lipnicky in “Jerry McGuire”. I am brought back to the scene when he tells Tom Cruise the human head weights x amount of pounds. Kaden is growing and learning so quickly. It seems every time he wakes he is a ‘bigger’ boy with more to say funnier expressions and goofier mannerisms.
He is a chatter box. He talks and talks. He is one heck of a funny kid. He can make me laugh wear my cheeks grow tired and tummy aches. I’d go as far as calling him the family clown. I don’t know where he comes up with the actions and sayings that he does.
He has his phrases that he will say in perfect time: Life isn’t fair. Sounds like a deal. You just need to calm down. The two phrases that are tied as my all-time favorite: You should probably tell me you are sorry (He will tell me this if he gets time out or a stern voice). The other favorite: I didn’t hear you tell me thank you very much, Mama. The phrase list goes on, but these are a few of my favs.
His interests at 2 ½ are very clear. He loves tools and to be in the garage. He enjoys tossing a ball, or rather throwing a ball. He has one strong left arm. Music automatically has him shaking and wiggling. He is especially fond of Francis Bedtime Stories, Spiderman, Thomas the Train, Blues Clues and Sesame Street. He will watch anything Christmas and loves his Bible Story DVD, which is song and dance.
His imagination is soaring. He will make pretend food in his kitchen. He will pretend to hand me something and we play make believe. For a few days I thought he was going to have an imaginary friend. One night in the garage he started playing with “What”. Yes, his make believe friend’s name is what who is a monkey without hands. Again, I don’t know where these ideas stem.
When he watches certain shows he insists on having the same prop.
Bedtime Stories with Francis require a flashlight.
When he watches Blue’s Clues it is a requirement that he has his ‘handy dandy notepad’ with the same spiral that is large enough to hold a crayon.
He has taken up singing. He loves to sing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” with hand gestures; and often he will sing what is on the radio-- three lines behind. He has started his ABCs and will ramble letters off, although out of order, but in tune. He will sing along songs I am unaware he knows. He enjoys ‘Row Row Row Your Boat’ as we put him to bed. To hear him sing softens any mood. I stop what I am doing and secretly eavesdrop. A toddler’s voice is joy.
He knows all of his colors. He likes to play and start with every color as green and then red. The third color is correct. This has subsided and now he likes pointing out colors before I ask. He is learning shapes and doing well. He has a circle and triangle down. Counting has just happened. I think from Sesame Street and our constant counting. He is really absorbing information when I think he is side tracked.
He can count to 11. If I ask him to count he will count to six and begin mixing his numbers. If I listen to him count when he is playing he will count perfectly to 11. He must get performance anxiety. The first time I heard him count to 11 Adam and I were finishing dinner. He just counted away as he played. We were floored. I thought he only knew 1-4. He picked that up from “Kaden, you have to the count of three…” I get to three and he will say, “FOUR!”
Perhaps the sweetest part of this stage is the beginning of his understanding of relationships. He is starting to use the word friends for Bryson, Grayson, Bee and the neighborhood kids. He asks, “When will his fwends be over?” One evening he looked at Adam and asked, “Are you my best friend?” No one knew I overheard, so no one saw the tears. Adam asked him to repeat his question. I think he wanted to be certain he heard him correctly. They hugged.
A favorite part of my day is actually after Adam and I tuck him in and close the door at bedtime. We sit out of the door and have the same conversation almost every night. It goes something like this:
Kaden: “Goo night, Daddy. Sleep goo Mama.”
Us: “We will. You too, Kade. We love you!”
Kaden: “I love you, Mama.” He has to have a reply…
Me: “I love you, pal.”
Kade: “Daddy, I love you.” He has to hear a reply…
Adam: “I love you buddy.”
Kaden: “Work tomorrow, Daddy?”
Adam: “Yes Kade.”
Kaden: “Work tomorrow, Mommy?”
Me: “Nope. We will have a fun day!”
Kaden: “Okay. Goo night.”
Adam and I walk away. As if each night isn’t ritual, but the first time I find my hand resting over my heart. It touches my mommy bone every night.
I have wonderful memories with so many as I grew up. Just as we all do I had special relationships with different people. I can recall parts of my life simply because of the things or experiences we shared together. He is developing his own special relationships. He is very much GG’s boy. Papa Church is always a pleaser and asks to go the Church’s almost daily. When we go I think he finds great comfort in Grandma hugs and instant eating! He lights up at the name: Miss Bee. He has a real thing for Papa Ed and thinks Uncle Jake is a “cool guy.” He talks (on a play phone) to Uncle Jake several times a day. When too much time passes you will start asking for Ta-ta. When she is around it is always an adventure and expectatation we will be on the go! You have a friendship growing with Bryson and a respect for Kayla. I very much see your relationship with Kayla mirroring one I shared with Julie Herring or Toni Mekkers growing up. These women wear so important to me. We cannot forget the obsession I mean serious o-b-s-e-s-s-i-o-n with Robert and Dave. Both of the boys have such a circle surrounding them. I love being a witness to the difference of his unique relationships.
As I sit here and type this I am watching him open a child locked cabinet. This is a first. It looks like not only are there no verbal secrets there are no secret places in our home. Awesome.
We are slowly working on potty training. School is around the corner. Toilet training is required. He will do so well for days excited for school. He will recite what I have told him about school: I wiw paint, pay paydoh, pay piano, meet fwends, sing songs… Then we have ‘those’ days. “Mama you go school with me and pay?” I answer, “Kade, I will take you every day. You stay and get to do all that fun stuff while I take Ashton home to nap!” Kade screams, “I DON’T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL. I DON’T WANT UNDERWEAR. I WANT DIAPER.” And he pees himself…
As we work towards new fall milestones I can’t help look at him and see a baby. Soon he will be three years old. I am not ready. I never will be. I dislike the red motorcycle rides in the house, but will miss the noise of the squeaky wheels. I can’t wait for him to zip his coat or tie his shoes, but once he does it is one more thing he won’t need my help. I love the gift of reading, but dread him reading as it means all the signs that I read to him as listing the ‘rules’ are no more: Listen to Mommy. No running. No whining. Big boys walk. Follow rules or go home. He starts to read and these signs will no longer exist. He will read: Welcome to the Oregon Zoo. As I wrote, I will never be ready!
My little boy is becoming a boy at a rapid rate. I hope I can keep up.
He is a chatter box. He talks and talks. He is one heck of a funny kid. He can make me laugh wear my cheeks grow tired and tummy aches. I’d go as far as calling him the family clown. I don’t know where he comes up with the actions and sayings that he does.
He has his phrases that he will say in perfect time: Life isn’t fair. Sounds like a deal. You just need to calm down. The two phrases that are tied as my all-time favorite: You should probably tell me you are sorry (He will tell me this if he gets time out or a stern voice). The other favorite: I didn’t hear you tell me thank you very much, Mama. The phrase list goes on, but these are a few of my favs.
His interests at 2 ½ are very clear. He loves tools and to be in the garage. He enjoys tossing a ball, or rather throwing a ball. He has one strong left arm. Music automatically has him shaking and wiggling. He is especially fond of Francis Bedtime Stories, Spiderman, Thomas the Train, Blues Clues and Sesame Street. He will watch anything Christmas and loves his Bible Story DVD, which is song and dance.
His imagination is soaring. He will make pretend food in his kitchen. He will pretend to hand me something and we play make believe. For a few days I thought he was going to have an imaginary friend. One night in the garage he started playing with “What”. Yes, his make believe friend’s name is what who is a monkey without hands. Again, I don’t know where these ideas stem.
When he watches certain shows he insists on having the same prop.
Bedtime Stories with Francis require a flashlight.
When he watches Blue’s Clues it is a requirement that he has his ‘handy dandy notepad’ with the same spiral that is large enough to hold a crayon.
He has taken up singing. He loves to sing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” with hand gestures; and often he will sing what is on the radio-- three lines behind. He has started his ABCs and will ramble letters off, although out of order, but in tune. He will sing along songs I am unaware he knows. He enjoys ‘Row Row Row Your Boat’ as we put him to bed. To hear him sing softens any mood. I stop what I am doing and secretly eavesdrop. A toddler’s voice is joy.
He knows all of his colors. He likes to play and start with every color as green and then red. The third color is correct. This has subsided and now he likes pointing out colors before I ask. He is learning shapes and doing well. He has a circle and triangle down. Counting has just happened. I think from Sesame Street and our constant counting. He is really absorbing information when I think he is side tracked.
He can count to 11. If I ask him to count he will count to six and begin mixing his numbers. If I listen to him count when he is playing he will count perfectly to 11. He must get performance anxiety. The first time I heard him count to 11 Adam and I were finishing dinner. He just counted away as he played. We were floored. I thought he only knew 1-4. He picked that up from “Kaden, you have to the count of three…” I get to three and he will say, “FOUR!”
Perhaps the sweetest part of this stage is the beginning of his understanding of relationships. He is starting to use the word friends for Bryson, Grayson, Bee and the neighborhood kids. He asks, “When will his fwends be over?” One evening he looked at Adam and asked, “Are you my best friend?” No one knew I overheard, so no one saw the tears. Adam asked him to repeat his question. I think he wanted to be certain he heard him correctly. They hugged.
A favorite part of my day is actually after Adam and I tuck him in and close the door at bedtime. We sit out of the door and have the same conversation almost every night. It goes something like this:
Kaden: “Goo night, Daddy. Sleep goo Mama.”
Us: “We will. You too, Kade. We love you!”
Kaden: “I love you, Mama.” He has to have a reply…
Me: “I love you, pal.”
Kade: “Daddy, I love you.” He has to hear a reply…
Adam: “I love you buddy.”
Kaden: “Work tomorrow, Daddy?”
Adam: “Yes Kade.”
Kaden: “Work tomorrow, Mommy?”
Me: “Nope. We will have a fun day!”
Kaden: “Okay. Goo night.”
Adam and I walk away. As if each night isn’t ritual, but the first time I find my hand resting over my heart. It touches my mommy bone every night.
I have wonderful memories with so many as I grew up. Just as we all do I had special relationships with different people. I can recall parts of my life simply because of the things or experiences we shared together. He is developing his own special relationships. He is very much GG’s boy. Papa Church is always a pleaser and asks to go the Church’s almost daily. When we go I think he finds great comfort in Grandma hugs and instant eating! He lights up at the name: Miss Bee. He has a real thing for Papa Ed and thinks Uncle Jake is a “cool guy.” He talks (on a play phone) to Uncle Jake several times a day. When too much time passes you will start asking for Ta-ta. When she is around it is always an adventure and expectatation we will be on the go! You have a friendship growing with Bryson and a respect for Kayla. I very much see your relationship with Kayla mirroring one I shared with Julie Herring or Toni Mekkers growing up. These women wear so important to me. We cannot forget the obsession I mean serious o-b-s-e-s-s-i-o-n with Robert and Dave. Both of the boys have such a circle surrounding them. I love being a witness to the difference of his unique relationships.
As I sit here and type this I am watching him open a child locked cabinet. This is a first. It looks like not only are there no verbal secrets there are no secret places in our home. Awesome.
We are slowly working on potty training. School is around the corner. Toilet training is required. He will do so well for days excited for school. He will recite what I have told him about school: I wiw paint, pay paydoh, pay piano, meet fwends, sing songs… Then we have ‘those’ days. “Mama you go school with me and pay?” I answer, “Kade, I will take you every day. You stay and get to do all that fun stuff while I take Ashton home to nap!” Kade screams, “I DON’T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL. I DON’T WANT UNDERWEAR. I WANT DIAPER.” And he pees himself…
As we work towards new fall milestones I can’t help look at him and see a baby. Soon he will be three years old. I am not ready. I never will be. I dislike the red motorcycle rides in the house, but will miss the noise of the squeaky wheels. I can’t wait for him to zip his coat or tie his shoes, but once he does it is one more thing he won’t need my help. I love the gift of reading, but dread him reading as it means all the signs that I read to him as listing the ‘rules’ are no more: Listen to Mommy. No running. No whining. Big boys walk. Follow rules or go home. He starts to read and these signs will no longer exist. He will read: Welcome to the Oregon Zoo. As I wrote, I will never be ready!
My little boy is becoming a boy at a rapid rate. I hope I can keep up.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Remind One Another
Always remind one another of the love you have. Do not let the day come when you no longer remember the last kindness, touch or time spent that you received or gave to the person you really do love above all others. It isn't all in your words it is showed in actions. Boys, love and love BIG.
Copy into browser to listen: http://youtu.be/UZkivdYJiZ0
"REMIND ME"
We didn’t care if people stared
We’d make out in a crowd somewhere
Somebody’d tell us to get a room
It’s hard to believe that was me and you
Now we keep saying that we’re ok
But I don’t want to settle for good not great
I miss the way that it felt back then I wanna feel that way again
Been so long that you’d forget the way I used to kiss your neck
[Carrie] Remind me, remind me
So on fire so in love. Way back when we couldn’t get enough
[Carrie] Remind me, remind me
[Carrie] Remember the airport dropping me off
We were kissing goodbye and we couldn’t stop
[Brad] I felt bad cause you missed your flight
[Carrie and Brad] But that meant we had one more night
[Carrie] Do you remember how it used to be
we’d turn out the lights and didn’t just sleep
[Brad] Remind me Remind me
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Baby remind me
[Carrie] Oh so on fire so in love
that look in your eyes that I miss so much
[Brad] Remind me, baby remind me
[Brad] I wanna feel that way
[Carrie] Yeah I wanna hold you close
[Brad and Carrie] Oh If you still love me
Don’t just assume I know
[Carrie] Do you remember the way it felt?
[Brad] You mean back when we couldn’t control ourselves
[Carrie] Remind me, remind me
[Brad] Yeah remind me
[Carrie] All those things that you used to do
That made me fall in love with you
Remind me. Oh Baby Remind Me
[Brad] Yeah you’d wake up in my old t-shirt
All those mornings I was late for work
Remind me
[Brad and Carrie] Oh baby remind me
Copy into browser to listen: http://youtu.be/UZkivdYJiZ0
"REMIND ME"
We didn’t care if people stared
We’d make out in a crowd somewhere
Somebody’d tell us to get a room
It’s hard to believe that was me and you
Now we keep saying that we’re ok
But I don’t want to settle for good not great
I miss the way that it felt back then I wanna feel that way again
Been so long that you’d forget the way I used to kiss your neck
[Carrie] Remind me, remind me
So on fire so in love. Way back when we couldn’t get enough
[Carrie] Remind me, remind me
[Carrie] Remember the airport dropping me off
We were kissing goodbye and we couldn’t stop
[Brad] I felt bad cause you missed your flight
[Carrie and Brad] But that meant we had one more night
[Carrie] Do you remember how it used to be
we’d turn out the lights and didn’t just sleep
[Brad] Remind me Remind me
www.musicloversgroup.com
Baby remind me
[Carrie] Oh so on fire so in love
that look in your eyes that I miss so much
[Brad] Remind me, baby remind me
[Brad] I wanna feel that way
[Carrie] Yeah I wanna hold you close
[Brad and Carrie] Oh If you still love me
Don’t just assume I know
[Carrie] Do you remember the way it felt?
[Brad] You mean back when we couldn’t control ourselves
[Carrie] Remind me, remind me
[Brad] Yeah remind me
[Carrie] All those things that you used to do
That made me fall in love with you
Remind me. Oh Baby Remind Me
[Brad] Yeah you’d wake up in my old t-shirt
All those mornings I was late for work
Remind me
[Brad and Carrie] Oh baby remind me
Friday, May 27, 2011
15 Month Mile Marker
Ashton all of the sudden I am looking at a tiny toddler. There is no way the baby is already fifteen months old! I watch as you constantly learn more of the world. I observe you as you meet new challenges and find your own solutions. You are developing at a rapid rate. A rate I feel is so quick I am only getting a glimpse.
It is mile marker 15 months…
You walk up and down stairs. We only have three steps in the house, but you have decided it appropriate to walk up and down the wood steps. I feel my heart stop with each upward lift of your right leg. You balance and bring your left up to meet your right foot. You repeat this two more times until you reach the level you are headed.
Mama is your favorite word. Everyone is Mama. I know you know I am THE Mama. You being the smart little cookie that you have figured out that all will turn to you direction when you say it.
You are learning to communicate. If you want something you will say, “Mama” and point to your desire. Today you stood in the kitchen. You saw a box of chocolate cookies on the counter. You repeated “Mama!” with a point and a loud scream. I could not stop laughing. This point and scream has occurred again and again. I know I need to redirect you, but these first few days let me giggle and give it to you.
You are able to say “nye-nye” and at bedtime you smack your lips to kiss everyone. As we head into the hall you wave until we get into your room. You love to kiss. You smack for kisses throughout the day.
When I come to get you after a nap or a nights rest you make me smile as I hear your sweet little voice, “Hi!” echo in the room. You smile and wait to be picked up. You rarely are waiting standing at the crib rail. You like to be picked up from your back. You just hang out cooing and visiting with yourself until we get you.
Your teeth are coming in one-by-one. You have four teeth with one more on the way.
I love that you are still in 6-9 month shirts and 9 month pants. You are my little guy. I ask others if it is just me or if you are petite. Measuring against your best friends, the Adam’s boys, you my dear will always be on the ‘smaller’ side.
You have an appreciation for dance and music. You hear a tune and clap and wiggle. You will let me hold you in my arms and swirl and whirl around the room until I say no more. You will then scream for more. I am old becoming way to dizzy, so this one I don’t give on!
Chicken is a favorite dish and you are enjoying ice cream. Ice cream is a favorite over anything else sweet. You have started to venture out trying new items on the menu. I am thankful we have always offered you two what we are eating. You are pickier than Kaden, but slowly you are coming around. This could be from a recent bottle ban. You are forced to branch out! At any rate whatever the reason I won’t question it.
It is mile marker 15 months…
You walk up and down stairs. We only have three steps in the house, but you have decided it appropriate to walk up and down the wood steps. I feel my heart stop with each upward lift of your right leg. You balance and bring your left up to meet your right foot. You repeat this two more times until you reach the level you are headed.
Mama is your favorite word. Everyone is Mama. I know you know I am THE Mama. You being the smart little cookie that you have figured out that all will turn to you direction when you say it.
You are learning to communicate. If you want something you will say, “Mama” and point to your desire. Today you stood in the kitchen. You saw a box of chocolate cookies on the counter. You repeated “Mama!” with a point and a loud scream. I could not stop laughing. This point and scream has occurred again and again. I know I need to redirect you, but these first few days let me giggle and give it to you.
You are able to say “nye-nye” and at bedtime you smack your lips to kiss everyone. As we head into the hall you wave until we get into your room. You love to kiss. You smack for kisses throughout the day.
When I come to get you after a nap or a nights rest you make me smile as I hear your sweet little voice, “Hi!” echo in the room. You smile and wait to be picked up. You rarely are waiting standing at the crib rail. You like to be picked up from your back. You just hang out cooing and visiting with yourself until we get you.
Your teeth are coming in one-by-one. You have four teeth with one more on the way.
I love that you are still in 6-9 month shirts and 9 month pants. You are my little guy. I ask others if it is just me or if you are petite. Measuring against your best friends, the Adam’s boys, you my dear will always be on the ‘smaller’ side.
You have an appreciation for dance and music. You hear a tune and clap and wiggle. You will let me hold you in my arms and swirl and whirl around the room until I say no more. You will then scream for more. I am old becoming way to dizzy, so this one I don’t give on!
Chicken is a favorite dish and you are enjoying ice cream. Ice cream is a favorite over anything else sweet. You have started to venture out trying new items on the menu. I am thankful we have always offered you two what we are eating. You are pickier than Kaden, but slowly you are coming around. This could be from a recent bottle ban. You are forced to branch out! At any rate whatever the reason I won’t question it.
Hurting Hearts
Kaden: "My heart hurts, Mama."
Me: "Oh, no! It does? What is wrong?"
Kaden: "I miss my G.G." Starts to whine.
Kaden: "She coming soon?"
Timing couldn't be better. Yes, son, GG is coming for you very soon. Once again her timing in impeccable. According to Daddy, you have been asking for her a lot this week. It should be a nice sleep-over. Have fun!
Little conversations of your heart hurting just so happen to melt mine.
Me: "Oh, no! It does? What is wrong?"
Kaden: "I miss my G.G." Starts to whine.
Kaden: "She coming soon?"
Timing couldn't be better. Yes, son, GG is coming for you very soon. Once again her timing in impeccable. According to Daddy, you have been asking for her a lot this week. It should be a nice sleep-over. Have fun!
Little conversations of your heart hurting just so happen to melt mine.
Cheers With Tears
Ashton-
I can say with a mother’s heart that I am both proud and sad. You have really surprised me. I am proud my baby transitioned well into the world of only table food. I am selfish in my sadness. My heart aches to see my baby turn toddler; and at the same time it yearns to watch you grow.
You moved forward with little fight. I under estimated you. I thought weaning would be horrendous. You know what you want and give up little. I thought we would fight you tooth and nail. This was not the case. You were cranky. Who wouldn’t be? You were giving up not only comfort, but many parent-given habits. You were brave to leave behind the security and safety a bottle represented to you in a world that is still strange. All in all, the days passed quickly and the moments of want were not long lasting.
Okay, you have been bribed with cookies and McDonalds.
Day five and the cookies are gone. I even stopped trips to McD’s. Your meals are full of table food and water flows through a sippy cup. You eat and eat as though we have starved you the last fifteen months of life. You are still learning what ‘hunger’ is and that food, not a bottle, will allow the feeling to subside.
You my child are full of surprise. When I think I have you figured out you change the beat. I thank you for giving this tired worn out Mom a break. I won’t lie. I needed the transition to be easy. I was starting to be my own witness as to why parents with multiple children become broken down! I exhausted myself through the thoughts of assumption. And there was absolutely to work my brain up into bottle withdrawal frenzy.
Once again, I have been taught a lesson by my son. The stages of life will come, but how it is handled is a constant unknown. It doesn’t matter how well you know the person. We don’t know (even for ourselves) if we will handle all the challenge and unknowns of life with the skill of grace until we are confronted. Thank you for this reminder. I under estimated the grace you hold even at this young age.
Enjoy the deliciousness of life. Life has countless tastes, smells, textures both good and bad all leading to new and different experiences. Food is symbolic of all of these gifts. It is unique in that you may choose to share or relish in it alone. Food is a language spoken anywhere. It can be a celebration or sobering. It is good for the soul and growth in body, mind and experience.
Whatever your taste find bliss, Bon Appetite.
I can say with a mother’s heart that I am both proud and sad. You have really surprised me. I am proud my baby transitioned well into the world of only table food. I am selfish in my sadness. My heart aches to see my baby turn toddler; and at the same time it yearns to watch you grow.
You moved forward with little fight. I under estimated you. I thought weaning would be horrendous. You know what you want and give up little. I thought we would fight you tooth and nail. This was not the case. You were cranky. Who wouldn’t be? You were giving up not only comfort, but many parent-given habits. You were brave to leave behind the security and safety a bottle represented to you in a world that is still strange. All in all, the days passed quickly and the moments of want were not long lasting.
Okay, you have been bribed with cookies and McDonalds.
Day five and the cookies are gone. I even stopped trips to McD’s. Your meals are full of table food and water flows through a sippy cup. You eat and eat as though we have starved you the last fifteen months of life. You are still learning what ‘hunger’ is and that food, not a bottle, will allow the feeling to subside.
You my child are full of surprise. When I think I have you figured out you change the beat. I thank you for giving this tired worn out Mom a break. I won’t lie. I needed the transition to be easy. I was starting to be my own witness as to why parents with multiple children become broken down! I exhausted myself through the thoughts of assumption. And there was absolutely to work my brain up into bottle withdrawal frenzy.
Once again, I have been taught a lesson by my son. The stages of life will come, but how it is handled is a constant unknown. It doesn’t matter how well you know the person. We don’t know (even for ourselves) if we will handle all the challenge and unknowns of life with the skill of grace until we are confronted. Thank you for this reminder. I under estimated the grace you hold even at this young age.
Enjoy the deliciousness of life. Life has countless tastes, smells, textures both good and bad all leading to new and different experiences. Food is symbolic of all of these gifts. It is unique in that you may choose to share or relish in it alone. Food is a language spoken anywhere. It can be a celebration or sobering. It is good for the soul and growth in body, mind and experience.
Whatever your taste find bliss, Bon Appetite.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Name Game
I asked Kaden: "What is your name?" He replies: "KK Aam Wawin, silly Mama. You Mommy Wawin. Who is Wobert name, Mommy?" "Robert Molner." He asks: "Wobert Morler? Oh!" He continues: "Who Dave name, Mommy? Daddy name wawin wawin Daddy."
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Nose
Kade: Mama, Gwady (Glady) has a black nose!
Me: Yes she does! (pointing to mine) What color nose does mama have?
Kade: A big nose
Me: No. What color is MY nose?
Kade: A bery (very) big nose?
Me: Yes she does! (pointing to mine) What color nose does mama have?
Kade: A big nose
Me: No. What color is MY nose?
Kade: A bery (very) big nose?
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Sweet Little Copy Cat
Kaden grabs my face: Mama I am so proud of you.
Me: You are why?
Kaden: Silly, I just love you so much.
I guess he listens to me more than I realize... both lines sound oh so familiar.
Me: You are why?
Kaden: Silly, I just love you so much.
I guess he listens to me more than I realize... both lines sound oh so familiar.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Big Weekend
Big weekend: Gymboree Music Class, New play structure, 1st train (MAX) ride, Saturday Market with Ta-Ta, Sesame Street Live and Jones family dinner. Kade won't rememember how exciting his weekend was, but one day I will remind him.
I will remind him how cool we once were...
I will remind him how cool we once were...
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Moms Law: Sesame Street
“Kaden, are you ready for a fun day?” Is usually our question when we have something on the day’s agenda. Bless his heart as a trip to see GG or having Bryson come play is as ‘fun’ as any other. That is the beauty of kids… truly simple and beautiful souls. To please them is a cookie and picking a weed. Kaden is equal opportunity fun- he doesn’t discriminate. Today was different as it was a fun surprise day. Adam and I told him we had a surprise planned for him and we had to go…
We loaded up for a long day. We headed for the mall. It seems every single time we are at the mall he asks to ride the ‘train’ known to most by MAX. Each time he asks he hears about the same answer, which has the bottom line of no. We park in the lot. The train is sitting there. He is fixed on seeing Ta-Ta in the lot. He runs to her.
Moms Law: Child will not ask to do something the day it is planned.
Moms Law is proven true. MAX is parked at the station and he doesn’t notice until we start walking in that direction. Adam tells him he is going on a train ride. His little feet start shifting his weight in his famous Kaden excited wiggle dance. He is clapping his hands, “Yay- yay. Let’s go on the choo-choo!”
We head up. He sits with excitement. He wants to know what every noise is. All I want to know is when the last time the dude in front of us took a shower! He keeps peeking out the window. Ashton likes the passing scene, too. We keep cruising or as Kaden said racing past the cars.
Eventually, Kade grew tired with our train and asked to go on another. Out of luck as this one was a 40 minute ride downtown. Saturday Market here we come…
We all walked around the market for about an hour. We left Ashton with Lynda as the three of us headed out to continue our adventure. Kaden got his wish. We were headed on another short five minute train ride. Our Stop: The Rose Garden.
We get off at our stop. We are not exactly sure where to go. When all else fails follow the crowd. This crowd is mostly pint sized and most are at a fast pace from anticipation. We near the Collisium doors. Kade’s head is on Adam’s shoulder. Nap time. He sets him down. We ask if he is ready for his surprise.
Mom’s Law: Plan a surprise and the child will not be interested.
Kaden had no interest in what we were going to do. He didn’t want to know.
I asked, “Do you want to see Elmo? What about Grover?” His eyes light up. “Gwover? Yes!”
And all the sudden his shoes turned into skates as he wanted into the building. He of course noticed the lights of the concession stand. The sign may as well read: Must Spend $15 to stop. Spend $40 and get a FREE $10 program.
We spent the $15 on an Elmo holding a star that lights up in different colors. He was thrilled.
I do have to back up…
The flashlight was purchased at intermission. He saw the kids in the rows with one. We started losing him as it was a long day and way past nap time. It was a bribe tool to have him sit still and enjoy his show. It worked. I guess the sign should read: Spend $15 and child will calmly watch the one hour program.
Back to our entrance…
We find our seats. We are 15 rows from the stage and 3 rows in. He wanted nothing to do with going onto the floor. He held onto Adam and said, “Don’t want to, Daddy.” I of course revert to Moms Law.
Moms Law: Child will love something until you buy it.
Here we are at the show with great seats. He doesn’t want to leave the stairway. We are told we can walk about and he can see the stage. We go in front of the stage.
He thinks it is pretty neat. We continue to walk around. I show him our seats, 4, 5 and 6 row 10. He says, “Ummm no. Think KK sit der.” Well, ‘der’ isn’t a choice. We have seats 4, 5 and 6 in row 10. I tell him again. He tells me again.
“Kaden, Elmo asked daddy to sit here.” I tap the back of the chair and continue, “Grover wants you to sit here and Zoe said Mama is to sit in this seat.” As if Grover himself told him he leaped into the chair and never asked to leave our three seat section. He sat in his little red booster seat waiting patiently.
Occasionally, Big Bird would come on the loud speaker and give a count down until show time and little reminders about it being dark and not to be scared. Each time his voice was heard Kaden looked up into the air shaking his head from side-to-side to find him.
The show starts… out they come.
Mom’s Law: A child with silver dollar eyes clapping and kicking with glee is priceless.
Out came the crew: Cookie Monster, Abby Cadabby, Big Bird, Oscar, Grover, Tully, Zoe, Elmo and all the others. They danced and Kaden was mesmerized by the Sesame Street drug. He was in toddler Heaven.
It was a cute show. Grover was unable to fly and be a hero. It was up the Fab Four (Abby, Elmo, Tully and Zoe) to be Healthy Hero’s helping different characters in different scenarios. The lesson learned: it takes nutrition, rest and exercise to keep our strength and to be healthy.
It was a great day. We walked back to the train. We met Ta-ta and Ashton there. We all rode home and you boys were quickly asleep. We give a GREAT big thanks to Ama and Papa Church for the gift of the tickets. Kaden surely enjoyed the show and we loved being there with him.
We loaded up for a long day. We headed for the mall. It seems every single time we are at the mall he asks to ride the ‘train’ known to most by MAX. Each time he asks he hears about the same answer, which has the bottom line of no. We park in the lot. The train is sitting there. He is fixed on seeing Ta-Ta in the lot. He runs to her.
Moms Law: Child will not ask to do something the day it is planned.
Moms Law is proven true. MAX is parked at the station and he doesn’t notice until we start walking in that direction. Adam tells him he is going on a train ride. His little feet start shifting his weight in his famous Kaden excited wiggle dance. He is clapping his hands, “Yay- yay. Let’s go on the choo-choo!”
We head up. He sits with excitement. He wants to know what every noise is. All I want to know is when the last time the dude in front of us took a shower! He keeps peeking out the window. Ashton likes the passing scene, too. We keep cruising or as Kaden said racing past the cars.
Eventually, Kade grew tired with our train and asked to go on another. Out of luck as this one was a 40 minute ride downtown. Saturday Market here we come…
We all walked around the market for about an hour. We left Ashton with Lynda as the three of us headed out to continue our adventure. Kaden got his wish. We were headed on another short five minute train ride. Our Stop: The Rose Garden.
We get off at our stop. We are not exactly sure where to go. When all else fails follow the crowd. This crowd is mostly pint sized and most are at a fast pace from anticipation. We near the Collisium doors. Kade’s head is on Adam’s shoulder. Nap time. He sets him down. We ask if he is ready for his surprise.
Mom’s Law: Plan a surprise and the child will not be interested.
Kaden had no interest in what we were going to do. He didn’t want to know.
I asked, “Do you want to see Elmo? What about Grover?” His eyes light up. “Gwover? Yes!”
And all the sudden his shoes turned into skates as he wanted into the building. He of course noticed the lights of the concession stand. The sign may as well read: Must Spend $15 to stop. Spend $40 and get a FREE $10 program.
We spent the $15 on an Elmo holding a star that lights up in different colors. He was thrilled.
I do have to back up…
The flashlight was purchased at intermission. He saw the kids in the rows with one. We started losing him as it was a long day and way past nap time. It was a bribe tool to have him sit still and enjoy his show. It worked. I guess the sign should read: Spend $15 and child will calmly watch the one hour program.
Back to our entrance…
We find our seats. We are 15 rows from the stage and 3 rows in. He wanted nothing to do with going onto the floor. He held onto Adam and said, “Don’t want to, Daddy.” I of course revert to Moms Law.
Moms Law: Child will love something until you buy it.
Here we are at the show with great seats. He doesn’t want to leave the stairway. We are told we can walk about and he can see the stage. We go in front of the stage.
He thinks it is pretty neat. We continue to walk around. I show him our seats, 4, 5 and 6 row 10. He says, “Ummm no. Think KK sit der.” Well, ‘der’ isn’t a choice. We have seats 4, 5 and 6 in row 10. I tell him again. He tells me again.
“Kaden, Elmo asked daddy to sit here.” I tap the back of the chair and continue, “Grover wants you to sit here and Zoe said Mama is to sit in this seat.” As if Grover himself told him he leaped into the chair and never asked to leave our three seat section. He sat in his little red booster seat waiting patiently.
Occasionally, Big Bird would come on the loud speaker and give a count down until show time and little reminders about it being dark and not to be scared. Each time his voice was heard Kaden looked up into the air shaking his head from side-to-side to find him.
The show starts… out they come.
Mom’s Law: A child with silver dollar eyes clapping and kicking with glee is priceless.
Out came the crew: Cookie Monster, Abby Cadabby, Big Bird, Oscar, Grover, Tully, Zoe, Elmo and all the others. They danced and Kaden was mesmerized by the Sesame Street drug. He was in toddler Heaven.
It was a cute show. Grover was unable to fly and be a hero. It was up the Fab Four (Abby, Elmo, Tully and Zoe) to be Healthy Hero’s helping different characters in different scenarios. The lesson learned: it takes nutrition, rest and exercise to keep our strength and to be healthy.
It was a great day. We walked back to the train. We met Ta-ta and Ashton there. We all rode home and you boys were quickly asleep. We give a GREAT big thanks to Ama and Papa Church for the gift of the tickets. Kaden surely enjoyed the show and we loved being there with him.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Flowers
Kaden the first woman you asked to give flowers too (that wasn't me!)...
And I know you stole her heart long before hello...
You and Ta-ta sure share a special bond.
I am so proud of the gentle boy you are.
And I know you stole her heart long before hello...
You and Ta-ta sure share a special bond.
I am so proud of the gentle boy you are.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Mommy Gear
Every once in a while a Mom gets a feeling. It cannot be described. It is a feeling of calmness, but anxiety all wrapped up into one emotion. It comes on quickly. When it does I am learning to trust it and find you two. It doesn't have to be quiet or a mad house. It is just a sixth mommy sense kicked into gear.
Kaden came out of the bedroom with your nose in the air. We didn't make real eye contact. I didn't speak to you, nor were you making noise. For some reason Mommy Gear kicked in.
I came out of the kitchen. He quickly went down into the living room. His quick avoiding toddler pace was hint number two.
I ask what is going on. He says nothing, but in a nasal tone. Hint three thta there is something strange going on. I ask if he is eating something. I am told no.
Again, his head is tipped back.
You point to it. The forth and final hint. "Kaden is there something in your nose?" As I ask him I have him in my arms almost upside down inspecting him. I don't see anything.
He tells me yes. I could not see anything, so I think to myself here we go back to good ole Providence to have something removed. I take him up with one arm and quickly move to the back of the house.
I find my tweezers and tissue and head back into the living room.
I lay him down on the couch. I prop his head with a pillow to examine the patient and to help with the disloging of whatever is in his nose. I look into his right nostril and I think I see it.
"Kaden, lay very still. This is going to tickle." I put the tweezers into his nose. I cannot get it. I am fearful of pushing it up into his brain. It may or may not be an old wives tale, but I am not testing the truth on my son.
I push my shoulders down and readjust my neck as if I am Rocky going in for my next fight.
"Okay, Kaden remember when you had a runny nose and you blew your nose? Mama needs you to blow really hard into this tissue."
I am holding a tissue to his nose and keeping the left nostril closed.
He blew and he blew. I asked him to give one more big blow...
And it would appear that he saved his own little life! I was in shock... I had to explain that we do not put anything in our nose. Bless his heart as he looks at me and says, "Mama not sad to KK? I sorry. KK won't do it again. OK? I won't."
Off he ran to play.
Kaden came out of the bedroom with your nose in the air. We didn't make real eye contact. I didn't speak to you, nor were you making noise. For some reason Mommy Gear kicked in.
I came out of the kitchen. He quickly went down into the living room. His quick avoiding toddler pace was hint number two.
I ask what is going on. He says nothing, but in a nasal tone. Hint three thta there is something strange going on. I ask if he is eating something. I am told no.
Again, his head is tipped back.
You point to it. The forth and final hint. "Kaden is there something in your nose?" As I ask him I have him in my arms almost upside down inspecting him. I don't see anything.
He tells me yes. I could not see anything, so I think to myself here we go back to good ole Providence to have something removed. I take him up with one arm and quickly move to the back of the house.
I find my tweezers and tissue and head back into the living room.
I lay him down on the couch. I prop his head with a pillow to examine the patient and to help with the disloging of whatever is in his nose. I look into his right nostril and I think I see it.
"Kaden, lay very still. This is going to tickle." I put the tweezers into his nose. I cannot get it. I am fearful of pushing it up into his brain. It may or may not be an old wives tale, but I am not testing the truth on my son.
I push my shoulders down and readjust my neck as if I am Rocky going in for my next fight.
"Okay, Kaden remember when you had a runny nose and you blew your nose? Mama needs you to blow really hard into this tissue."
I am holding a tissue to his nose and keeping the left nostril closed.
He blew and he blew. I asked him to give one more big blow...
And it would appear that he saved his own little life! I was in shock... I had to explain that we do not put anything in our nose. Bless his heart as he looks at me and says, "Mama not sad to KK? I sorry. KK won't do it again. OK? I won't."
Off he ran to play.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Lesson Of The Easter Bunny
As Easter nears we have been talking about the Easter Bunny. Yes, I know the meaning of Easter is not the 'bunny'. However, at the age of two it is all that matters. They sat on his lap at the mall and much like Kaden's liking for Santa the Easter Bunny is no different.
It is love.
Kaden brings up the Easter Bunny in conversation. He looks forward to him coming to "KK's house". I am explaining he won't see the bunny as he only comes after we are all sleeping. Kaden doesn't care. He is making a list! He has pointed out a few items at the store questiong if the Easter Bunny will bring as a present.
Where did he learn the Easter Bunny will be bring him gifts?
Yesterday was one of those spring days we long for here in the northwest. It was blue sky and dry. I decided to take the boys on a wagon ride. It was a first for Ashton. The boys thought it was fantastic with the slight wind and sunshine across their faces.
We were half way through our walk and Kaden huntches down in the wagon. He is looking down the road. He whispers, but I cannot hear him. I ask him to speak up. He is getting excited. I look ahead. I see nothing.
"Mama! KK see the Eader Bunny!"
"You do! Where?"
"Dere, Mama" as he points right next to me.
Again, I see nothing.
I continue pulling the boys and past the bunny.
Kaden looks behind his shoulder watching the bunny in the distace. I still do not see him.
"Kaden what did the Easter Bunny look like?"
Kaden stretches out his arms. "Ummmm.... he was at big."
"The Eader bunny is ack (black)." He says with a 'you should know' tone.
There we have it... I guess I am a nonbeliver as I could not see the Easter Bunny. He could only be seen by my son- who believes in all the magic the surrounding world offers.
Or maybe. Just maybe.
I have always assumed and looked for a white bunny; and today I was corrected. The Easter Bunny is black.
It is love.
Kaden brings up the Easter Bunny in conversation. He looks forward to him coming to "KK's house". I am explaining he won't see the bunny as he only comes after we are all sleeping. Kaden doesn't care. He is making a list! He has pointed out a few items at the store questiong if the Easter Bunny will bring as a present.
Where did he learn the Easter Bunny will be bring him gifts?
Yesterday was one of those spring days we long for here in the northwest. It was blue sky and dry. I decided to take the boys on a wagon ride. It was a first for Ashton. The boys thought it was fantastic with the slight wind and sunshine across their faces.
We were half way through our walk and Kaden huntches down in the wagon. He is looking down the road. He whispers, but I cannot hear him. I ask him to speak up. He is getting excited. I look ahead. I see nothing.
"Mama! KK see the Eader Bunny!"
"You do! Where?"
"Dere, Mama" as he points right next to me.
Again, I see nothing.
I continue pulling the boys and past the bunny.
Kaden looks behind his shoulder watching the bunny in the distace. I still do not see him.
"Kaden what did the Easter Bunny look like?"
Kaden stretches out his arms. "Ummmm.... he was at big."
"The Eader bunny is ack (black)." He says with a 'you should know' tone.
There we have it... I guess I am a nonbeliver as I could not see the Easter Bunny. He could only be seen by my son- who believes in all the magic the surrounding world offers.
Or maybe. Just maybe.
I have always assumed and looked for a white bunny; and today I was corrected. The Easter Bunny is black.
Walking
Well, Ashton our world is different. It is both larger and closer. It is at a hands grasp and one tiny step away… that is right. You are officially a walker.
I never really gave thought to everything this milestone meant. I knew it meant adventure. I knew it meant fun. I even knew it meant trouble.
What is the reality?
More play in our house. I sit and watch you and Kaden play with such glee. You chase one another. You hide from one another. You join in with one another. The interaction you two have is fantastic. You are friends finding so much fun in the other. There is almost a secret language the two of you speak through looks and movements. I relish in witnessing and including myself in your secret club.
We run. We wrestle. We dance. We twirl. We fall. We play hard all day. I have learned I am too old for such days!
Play means more laughter. There is a different tone in the house. The days are sillier. We laugh more.
We also hear the words: no, share and be kind a LOT more. You feed off of one another. Kaden tries to get away with that of a one year old. Ashton believes everything in the house is his and will fight with white knuckles for it.
Things have to be not only out of reach, but out of sight. If Ashton sees something he wants he will become determined to acquire it. He climbs. He gets onto the couch. He has been found standing on the bottom handle of the drawer pulls in the kitchen as he is grasping the top pulls for balance. I have repeatedly saved him from the Craftsman toy workbench. It seems to be his favorite place to get a birds-eye-view of the living room.
I joke saying Ashton is like a shark- needing to keep constant motion in order to breath. I am starting to think this is no tale. The boy has wiggled and kept movement since birth. His poor legs and feet tire, but his mind and body are still full steam ahead.
He gets so excited he trips and falls. It won’t be long until he is running. The kid is a ball of vigor and at times vinegar! I hear more and more he is a bit like me.
As the days are longer with the sunshine filtering in our days are fuller.
There are more toys sprawled throughout not the living room, but house. There are more cries and moans for help as they both get into pickles. There are more eggs on the head from falls to the wooden floors. There is more kindness and interest as I watch what developments come with walking.
What walking has really brought is a great noise. A noise of life and family I had never heard before his steps. Sure, Kade walking was monumental for Adam and I. We waited months with great anticipation for our first child to walk. However, with our second child there is fullness unmatched having Ashton walk. It brings a purer sound of (pure!) chaos.
It is the noise of hearing the steps of siblings; and with every step it is shaping a unique relationship. It is a noise that tattles without words. It is a noise of mutiny on Mom as I am officially outnumbered by cries, laughter, distraction and mischief-making. It is a noise going unheard signaling situational distress. The noises of what walking has graced our lives with have saturated our walls. I can still hear it long after bedtime. I can only imagine my heart will hear the noise of ‘walking’ long after.
I never really gave thought to everything this milestone meant. I knew it meant adventure. I knew it meant fun. I even knew it meant trouble.
What is the reality?
More play in our house. I sit and watch you and Kaden play with such glee. You chase one another. You hide from one another. You join in with one another. The interaction you two have is fantastic. You are friends finding so much fun in the other. There is almost a secret language the two of you speak through looks and movements. I relish in witnessing and including myself in your secret club.
We run. We wrestle. We dance. We twirl. We fall. We play hard all day. I have learned I am too old for such days!
Play means more laughter. There is a different tone in the house. The days are sillier. We laugh more.
We also hear the words: no, share and be kind a LOT more. You feed off of one another. Kaden tries to get away with that of a one year old. Ashton believes everything in the house is his and will fight with white knuckles for it.
Things have to be not only out of reach, but out of sight. If Ashton sees something he wants he will become determined to acquire it. He climbs. He gets onto the couch. He has been found standing on the bottom handle of the drawer pulls in the kitchen as he is grasping the top pulls for balance. I have repeatedly saved him from the Craftsman toy workbench. It seems to be his favorite place to get a birds-eye-view of the living room.
I joke saying Ashton is like a shark- needing to keep constant motion in order to breath. I am starting to think this is no tale. The boy has wiggled and kept movement since birth. His poor legs and feet tire, but his mind and body are still full steam ahead.
He gets so excited he trips and falls. It won’t be long until he is running. The kid is a ball of vigor and at times vinegar! I hear more and more he is a bit like me.
As the days are longer with the sunshine filtering in our days are fuller.
There are more toys sprawled throughout not the living room, but house. There are more cries and moans for help as they both get into pickles. There are more eggs on the head from falls to the wooden floors. There is more kindness and interest as I watch what developments come with walking.
What walking has really brought is a great noise. A noise of life and family I had never heard before his steps. Sure, Kade walking was monumental for Adam and I. We waited months with great anticipation for our first child to walk. However, with our second child there is fullness unmatched having Ashton walk. It brings a purer sound of (pure!) chaos.
It is the noise of hearing the steps of siblings; and with every step it is shaping a unique relationship. It is a noise that tattles without words. It is a noise of mutiny on Mom as I am officially outnumbered by cries, laughter, distraction and mischief-making. It is a noise going unheard signaling situational distress. The noises of what walking has graced our lives with have saturated our walls. I can still hear it long after bedtime. I can only imagine my heart will hear the noise of ‘walking’ long after.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
il dolce far niente
In high school I first heard the beauty of these words: “il dolce far niente“. And throughout my life these words have come to me as a reminder to slow down. Life is so fast. It is in a constant state of motion. Anyone who knows me knows my life (and yours) is in a constant state of planning. I definitely need to practice the Italian nature of living and “il dolce far niente“.
I have a life makeover resolve for 2011. I will share this in more detail throughout the year. I have several goals to meet this resolution. I hope to meet each by the years end. The one goal of letting go and just be is the hardest for me. It forces me to look straight in the mirror- right at myself- and have to admit I am lost.
I plan because it allows me to keep my course.
It allows me control.
By control I do not mean over people, places and things. I mean control of time of how I will enjoy each day’s blessings. I have learned that in doing this it is control over those around me, however, unintentional and meant with the utmost love. In planning is how I fill my plate with all those I love and all I want to experience. I don’t want to miss a thing. I don’t want you to miss a thing, either. I want your childhood to be full. I want the life with my husband and marriage to be full.
What does full mean?
I do not know.
What is enough?
I do not know.
I know I must appreciate life, but also delight in “il dolce far niente“. It is during these moments life can be at its fullest… unplanned and in this more special. I think looking ahead and knowing what is to come allows my course to feel safe. I know what is to come. After all I did plan it.
Ahem, and I do plan some pretty darn good events and occasions.
So, today I am focusing more on “il dolce far niente“. I want to embrace its meaning. I deserve as does this family to live freely and with fluidity. This coming season let us sit back and enjoy ‘the sweetness of doing nothing’ and see what joy and adventure comes our way from the unknown.
I won’t lie. I am nervous, for this is outside of anything I am comfortable with. However, to be uncomfortable means I am being challenged. To be challenged is a sign of growth. This year I am rising up to meet myself. I am working towards becoming a better me and in turn a better partner, mother, daughter, sister and friend.
Here is to “il dolce far niente“ the ‘sweetness of doing nothing’ enjoying one another and all that will grace us.
I have a life makeover resolve for 2011. I will share this in more detail throughout the year. I have several goals to meet this resolution. I hope to meet each by the years end. The one goal of letting go and just be is the hardest for me. It forces me to look straight in the mirror- right at myself- and have to admit I am lost.
I plan because it allows me to keep my course.
It allows me control.
By control I do not mean over people, places and things. I mean control of time of how I will enjoy each day’s blessings. I have learned that in doing this it is control over those around me, however, unintentional and meant with the utmost love. In planning is how I fill my plate with all those I love and all I want to experience. I don’t want to miss a thing. I don’t want you to miss a thing, either. I want your childhood to be full. I want the life with my husband and marriage to be full.
What does full mean?
I do not know.
What is enough?
I do not know.
I know I must appreciate life, but also delight in “il dolce far niente“. It is during these moments life can be at its fullest… unplanned and in this more special. I think looking ahead and knowing what is to come allows my course to feel safe. I know what is to come. After all I did plan it.
Ahem, and I do plan some pretty darn good events and occasions.
So, today I am focusing more on “il dolce far niente“. I want to embrace its meaning. I deserve as does this family to live freely and with fluidity. This coming season let us sit back and enjoy ‘the sweetness of doing nothing’ and see what joy and adventure comes our way from the unknown.
I won’t lie. I am nervous, for this is outside of anything I am comfortable with. However, to be uncomfortable means I am being challenged. To be challenged is a sign of growth. This year I am rising up to meet myself. I am working towards becoming a better me and in turn a better partner, mother, daughter, sister and friend.
Here is to “il dolce far niente“ the ‘sweetness of doing nothing’ enjoying one another and all that will grace us.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
How Much Are You Loved?
Our latest bath conversation...
"Ashon uv me! Ashon uv kk!" I relply, "Yes sir. He sure does! Who else loves you?" "MOMMY!" I ask" is that all? He giggles: "Nooooo...Woburt (Robert) uvs kk. Ave (Dave), Dada And ummm Tata and GG. Bee too!" I say, "Yes they aaaaall do!" He continues, "Kunkle Ake (Uncle Jake) oves KK too Mama and erdie (Gertie) and tudetude (Gertrude)." Indeed you are loved my baby. You are loved.
"Ashon uv me! Ashon uv kk!" I relply, "Yes sir. He sure does! Who else loves you?" "MOMMY!" I ask" is that all? He giggles: "Nooooo...Woburt (Robert) uvs kk. Ave (Dave), Dada And ummm Tata and GG. Bee too!" I say, "Yes they aaaaall do!" He continues, "Kunkle Ake (Uncle Jake) oves KK too Mama and erdie (Gertie) and tudetude (Gertrude)." Indeed you are loved my baby. You are loved.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Life Ain't Always Beautiful
I know these lyrics are written for the death of the singers wife, but it really holds true for life. Life is hard and ugly. More importantly, life is also good and beautiful. Through the hardships we must remember all that is true and beautiful, for this is what gives us strength to meet the road.
When your road meets a fork or finds a curve it is all the good, which gifts you the courage to face what lies ahead. It will be your past happinesses that forge you through to find the beauty that awaits.
Life is a ride, which has its roads crossing through the good and the bad. However, life is a good ride. Always know this. It really is. I believe it is the beauty of our life that makes us stronger- not always the hardships.
Life ain't always beautiful
Sometimes it's just plain hard
Life can knock you down, it can break your heart
Life ain't always beautiful
You think you're on your way
And it's just a dead end road at the end of the day
But the struggles makes you stronger
And the changes make you wise
And happiness has its own way of takin' it sweet time
No,life aint always beautiful
Tears will fall sometimes
Life aint always beautiful
But it's a beautiful ride
Life aint always beautiful
Some days I miss your smile
I get tired of walkin' all these lonely miles
And I wish for just one minute
I could see your pretty face
Guess I can dream, but life don't work that way
But the struggles makes me stronger
And the changes make me wise
And happiness has its own way of takin' its sweet time
No, life ain't always beautiful
But I know I'll be fine
Hey, life ain't always beautiful
But its a beautiful ride
What a beautiful ride
When your road meets a fork or finds a curve it is all the good, which gifts you the courage to face what lies ahead. It will be your past happinesses that forge you through to find the beauty that awaits.
Life is a ride, which has its roads crossing through the good and the bad. However, life is a good ride. Always know this. It really is. I believe it is the beauty of our life that makes us stronger- not always the hardships.
Life ain't always beautiful
Sometimes it's just plain hard
Life can knock you down, it can break your heart
Life ain't always beautiful
You think you're on your way
And it's just a dead end road at the end of the day
But the struggles makes you stronger
And the changes make you wise
And happiness has its own way of takin' it sweet time
No,life aint always beautiful
Tears will fall sometimes
Life aint always beautiful
But it's a beautiful ride
Life aint always beautiful
Some days I miss your smile
I get tired of walkin' all these lonely miles
And I wish for just one minute
I could see your pretty face
Guess I can dream, but life don't work that way
But the struggles makes me stronger
And the changes make me wise
And happiness has its own way of takin' its sweet time
No, life ain't always beautiful
But I know I'll be fine
Hey, life ain't always beautiful
But its a beautiful ride
What a beautiful ride
Teefs
I cannot believe Ashton is going on 14 months old and is toothless. I keep checking his gums. I will see the buds right under his red swollen irritated gums. The next time I check- buds are gone.
The poor boy just wants steak!
He has been overly tired and cranky. He is chewing on everything. I think this means we are on the teething road. I have thought this in the past, so I am not getting excited. I don't even say it outloud to anyone, but Adam.
I keep watch like a hawk. I feel up and down. I pull down his lip and investigate. I am a little tooth obsessed and probably quite annoying to Ashton as I pull, push, lift and touch his mouth.
I usually pull down his lip and look at the bottoms, rub the gumline and then feel the front top of his upper gum. Today I lift up his lip (which is a first) and there it is! Tada- his first tooth came through. I missed it!
He has an eye tooth half way broken through! A little pearly white has missed all my inspections. How can this be?
I look across to his other 'fang' and it too is making its way through the gum. It is now no holds bar. I am all up in his mouth looking and probing. He is not happy with this new procedure!
Who would have thought. I know Ashton is my tricky child, but even this is too much! Teething behind my back? Who would have thought. I am not taking it personally assuming he doesn't try keeping it from me again!
The poor boy just wants steak!
He has been overly tired and cranky. He is chewing on everything. I think this means we are on the teething road. I have thought this in the past, so I am not getting excited. I don't even say it outloud to anyone, but Adam.
I keep watch like a hawk. I feel up and down. I pull down his lip and investigate. I am a little tooth obsessed and probably quite annoying to Ashton as I pull, push, lift and touch his mouth.
I usually pull down his lip and look at the bottoms, rub the gumline and then feel the front top of his upper gum. Today I lift up his lip (which is a first) and there it is! Tada- his first tooth came through. I missed it!
He has an eye tooth half way broken through! A little pearly white has missed all my inspections. How can this be?
I look across to his other 'fang' and it too is making its way through the gum. It is now no holds bar. I am all up in his mouth looking and probing. He is not happy with this new procedure!
Who would have thought. I know Ashton is my tricky child, but even this is too much! Teething behind my back? Who would have thought. I am not taking it personally assuming he doesn't try keeping it from me again!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Not To Proud: ASK!
Boys: Dad and I have a goal. To achieve this under taking we decided to be no holds bar. I am sharing this because the one thing your father and I both find hard to do is ask for help.
We don't want to cause or become an inconvenience.
Rarely do we ask for or accpet help. Today is different. We asked. There are many ways people can help that won't lead to blood, tears and sweat. We hopefully found a way to receive help off of something people do already!
Here is the email we sent:
They say it takes a village... WE NEED OUR VILLAGE....
Why Your Help?
We have challenged ourselves. We are cutting back and getting serious. Our goal: DEBT free. We cut up the credit cards. In 36 months (at the very longest!) we plan to pay off credit cards, a line of credit, two car loans, save six-months salary and once again funding our retirement at 18%. It snowballs from there...
Living debt free offers not a greater life, but lifestyle. We will finally be able to give more to others, organizations and our community. To give is one of our great pleasures and to do so without reservation will be wonderful! We can pay it forward. It will help remove the fear of unexpected injuries/surgeries not paid by our insurance. This also opens up more choices regarding our children’s education.
What Have We Done?
We purged and now have started a Craigslist sale. Nicole will begin her new part time job. Adam has side work. We have switched our phone company and opted for a ‘time of use’ plan with our electric company. There is no cable or network TV in our home. We said we are SERIOUS!
Okay... on with it.
How Can You Help?
When we shop online we use Ebates.com to earn a % in cash back. We have been a member since 2008. Not only do we earn our money back it is a totally free! We shop online for most everything (Lowes, Kohls, Old Navy, The Children's Place, Barnes Noble, 1800flowers, Restaurant.com...). 1200 retailers participate! If there is a location near we’ll choose ship-to-store for free shipping and earn our cash back.
Some stores offer 1% while others offer up to 26% cash back. After the holidays we received a check for $52 for items we already planned to buy; and still used coupon codes! And yes, all future checks will go straight towards our goal.
If you already shop online (even if it is to send gifts!) signup http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=ubRsiOkhShFbs%2FHhzZT7cA%3D%3D. Find your store, click on it and it links you to the stores site. Make your $25 purchase by 5/31. You will earn $5 towards your cash back check. Cool!
How Will This Help?
Signing up through our referral link http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=ubRsiOkhShFbs%2FHhzZT7cA%3D%3D and making your planned $25 purchase by 5/30 earns us $10! You made your purchase, you get $5 (plus your cash back %) as well as helped us. Easy peasy right?
If you wonder what Ebates.com is check it out... Seriously browse it. If you like what you see sign up. Please use our link or we won’t earn the credit. BOO.
We cannot stress enough: Do not make an online purchase if you don't already shop online. Also, we do not want you making an unneeded purchase. This is a request for those will be. NO shopping pressure!
We will resend this email in May. Some of you intend to sign up and forget (MOM!). So, the next email is ONLY a reminder- this is it. We promise we are not harassing you. Again, the subject will read: Wanna Help?
How Can You Help MORE?
Between now and 5/30 there is NO cap to what we can earn.
Heck, if you plan to shop online two times before May 30th ask your partner to sign up (or sign them up!) http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=ubRsiOkhShFbs%2FHhzZT7cA%3D%3D . We'll earn $10 from this referral, too. Awesome!
Forward this to those you email: friends, family and coworkers. Ask them to pass along, too. Many people will appreciate saving money on items they already buy and getting their own $5 bonus. And with great appreciation we earn $10 if it is by 5/30 and at least $25!
We had to tell ourselves there is no harm in sending this email. We are thinking outside the box to reach our goal. There is no shame in being creative. We have certainly received worse emails and forwards.
Feel brave- click forward.
Thanks a bunch!
If the link http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=ubRsiOkhShFbs%2FHhzZT7cA%3D%3D doesn’t work copy and paste into the address bar.
We don't want to cause or become an inconvenience.
Rarely do we ask for or accpet help. Today is different. We asked. There are many ways people can help that won't lead to blood, tears and sweat. We hopefully found a way to receive help off of something people do already!
Here is the email we sent:
They say it takes a village... WE NEED OUR VILLAGE....
Why Your Help?
We have challenged ourselves. We are cutting back and getting serious. Our goal: DEBT free. We cut up the credit cards. In 36 months (at the very longest!) we plan to pay off credit cards, a line of credit, two car loans, save six-months salary and once again funding our retirement at 18%. It snowballs from there...
Living debt free offers not a greater life, but lifestyle. We will finally be able to give more to others, organizations and our community. To give is one of our great pleasures and to do so without reservation will be wonderful! We can pay it forward. It will help remove the fear of unexpected injuries/surgeries not paid by our insurance. This also opens up more choices regarding our children’s education.
What Have We Done?
We purged and now have started a Craigslist sale. Nicole will begin her new part time job. Adam has side work. We have switched our phone company and opted for a ‘time of use’ plan with our electric company. There is no cable or network TV in our home. We said we are SERIOUS!
Okay... on with it.
How Can You Help?
When we shop online we use Ebates.com to earn a % in cash back. We have been a member since 2008. Not only do we earn our money back it is a totally free! We shop online for most everything (Lowes, Kohls, Old Navy, The Children's Place, Barnes Noble, 1800flowers, Restaurant.com...). 1200 retailers participate! If there is a location near we’ll choose ship-to-store for free shipping and earn our cash back.
Some stores offer 1% while others offer up to 26% cash back. After the holidays we received a check for $52 for items we already planned to buy; and still used coupon codes! And yes, all future checks will go straight towards our goal.
If you already shop online (even if it is to send gifts!) signup http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=ubRsiOkhShFbs%2FHhzZT7cA%3D%3D. Find your store, click on it and it links you to the stores site. Make your $25 purchase by 5/31. You will earn $5 towards your cash back check. Cool!
How Will This Help?
Signing up through our referral link http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=ubRsiOkhShFbs%2FHhzZT7cA%3D%3D and making your planned $25 purchase by 5/30 earns us $10! You made your purchase, you get $5 (plus your cash back %) as well as helped us. Easy peasy right?
If you wonder what Ebates.com is check it out... Seriously browse it. If you like what you see sign up. Please use our link or we won’t earn the credit. BOO.
We cannot stress enough: Do not make an online purchase if you don't already shop online. Also, we do not want you making an unneeded purchase. This is a request for those will be. NO shopping pressure!
We will resend this email in May. Some of you intend to sign up and forget (MOM!). So, the next email is ONLY a reminder- this is it. We promise we are not harassing you. Again, the subject will read: Wanna Help?
How Can You Help MORE?
Between now and 5/30 there is NO cap to what we can earn.
Heck, if you plan to shop online two times before May 30th ask your partner to sign up (or sign them up!) http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=ubRsiOkhShFbs%2FHhzZT7cA%3D%3D . We'll earn $10 from this referral, too. Awesome!
Forward this to those you email: friends, family and coworkers. Ask them to pass along, too. Many people will appreciate saving money on items they already buy and getting their own $5 bonus. And with great appreciation we earn $10 if it is by 5/30 and at least $25!
We had to tell ourselves there is no harm in sending this email. We are thinking outside the box to reach our goal. There is no shame in being creative. We have certainly received worse emails and forwards.
Feel brave- click forward.
Thanks a bunch!
If the link http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=ubRsiOkhShFbs%2FHhzZT7cA%3D%3D doesn’t work copy and paste into the address bar.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Roller Skating IS Hip
Lacey and I took the kids roller skating at Oaks Park. We have gone once before with Auntie L, but the ration of kid to adult was 2:2. This trip we were out numbered 2:3. On skates, this is a challenge. So, Lace and I opted not to participate on wheels.
Bee and Kade were both very excited to get their skate on. What I failed to connect was we were going because it was her spring break. This meant it was all other preschool spring breaks, too. It was packed with small people. To be honest, it was a little overwhelming. They actually ran out of skates. The kids received the last two pairs of eight skates!
They both did very well. Lace held tight to Kade and I kept a hold of bee as I stolled Ashton along with us. Kade's skates were much looser, so he was rolling at a quicker pace. Towards the end we switched the kids out of skates, so each had a chance to be in the different kinds.
Kade's Romeos didn't fit into the skate, so we made do.
We had a shoe swap and Kade wore Bee's to fit into the skates.
He didn't skate long with his new skates. They were pretty tight and cannot be loosened up. However, he did not want to switch back into his own shoes.
Bee loved the real roller skates. She was out on the rink and wanted to do it her self. She had a fall, but to her credit she got back down and tried again. She could be a Rose City Roller in no time. Gotta love those Derby girls.
There favorite as with all kids was the back portion with the wooden rolling hills. We will be back- the kids can hardly wait. To be honest, either can I!
Back Post: 3/13/2011
I have posted 'Baby Locks' on March 13th. It is about the Ashton's first hair cut.
Friday, April 1, 2011
To tweet or not to tweet is the question...
I figure why not give it a shot. It can serve as my notepad for future blog ideas. If it doesn't make it back to the blog, hopefully it will serve a good break in your day.
So, come on and tweet with me. Find me here @mudpiebutterfly for short, but comical Nicole and life moments. It will be interesting and I am sure entertaining!
I figure why not give it a shot. It can serve as my notepad for future blog ideas. If it doesn't make it back to the blog, hopefully it will serve a good break in your day.
So, come on and tweet with me. Find me here @mudpiebutterfly for short, but comical Nicole and life moments. It will be interesting and I am sure entertaining!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Crib Monster
Kaden became quite the crib monster. He started climbing out of his crib earlier this year. I gave hime one day of this crib dance and thought to myself. "He falls onto the wood floors there will be injury. He is 2 1/2 we can convert into a toddler bed." We did that.
It failed.
He opened the door. He woke up a lot. We gave it a few days.
We put a safety handle on the inside door knob to lock him in, but it gave us access (great tip, Mom!).
It failed.
He realized if he hit the lock (with toddler force) it fell off into the two parts. We gave it a few days. The nights got longer.
We allowed this for two nights. Since I am an Amazon junkie I logged on at 10pm at night. We ordered this...
Yes, the photo shows a cat climbing over the tent. Don't loose focus over this minor detail! It keeps cats out and monsters in! This mesh tent covers the entire inside of the crib. There is one way in and one way out, which is with the help of mommy or daddy.
He liked it at first, but soon the novelty wore off. The first few nights grew difficult as he screamed, begged and pleaded to be 'done'. He stayed put, so the objective was met.
All monsters should be caged. Our crib monster hasn't escaped one single time. I have to say this tent is my best mommy purchase to date. We all have rest filled nights. As for Kade, he doesn't mind the monsterkeeper netting around it. He now asks for it to be closed. He knows it isn't left open... it isn't an option. Toddlers like a sense of safety. This is definely the golden purchase in our home.
It failed.
He opened the door. He woke up a lot. We gave it a few days.
We put a safety handle on the inside door knob to lock him in, but it gave us access (great tip, Mom!).
It failed.
He realized if he hit the lock (with toddler force) it fell off into the two parts. We gave it a few days. The nights got longer.
We allowed this for two nights. Since I am an Amazon junkie I logged on at 10pm at night. We ordered this...
Yes, the photo shows a cat climbing over the tent. Don't loose focus over this minor detail! It keeps cats out and monsters in! This mesh tent covers the entire inside of the crib. There is one way in and one way out, which is with the help of mommy or daddy.
He liked it at first, but soon the novelty wore off. The first few nights grew difficult as he screamed, begged and pleaded to be 'done'. He stayed put, so the objective was met.
All monsters should be caged. Our crib monster hasn't escaped one single time. I have to say this tent is my best mommy purchase to date. We all have rest filled nights. As for Kade, he doesn't mind the monsterkeeper netting around it. He now asks for it to be closed. He knows it isn't left open... it isn't an option. Toddlers like a sense of safety. This is definely the golden purchase in our home.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Bathroom Confessions
Pinch me. Is it true? Am I REALLY clapping and making a fuss when I go ‘pee-pee’ on the potty? Yep. My two year old celebrates me for doing what I have been doing for 30ish years. Thank you, Kaden. I appreciate your support, but think you want to give it a try?
I cannot go to the bathroom alone. As a woman there are times I need to be alone in the bathroom. It is rare I get this luxury. As with all mommy duties I make do and figure it out. When I sit on the toilet I am without fail asked the same two questions: Mommy going poo? Mommy going pee? To his disappointment I usually answer that I am going potty. In true sincerity he tilts his head puts his hand on my knee telling me “poo-poo is har(d). It okay.”
Again, thanks Kade! I got it.
I pull up my pants. I reach down to pull the toilet seat down before I flush. 99% of the time I am stopped by a little hand. “KK, see?” Sure. Why not? We look down into the bowl. Unfortunately, my example rarely inspires him to try. However, it does inspire him to be glad for me. He slams the seat down rushes to flush it and soon I hear clapping of hands and rejoicing yays. There he is with a big smile with absolute glee and amazement. I go pee in the toilet- another one of my super powers. I am a true super hero in the eyes of my toddler.
“(H)ug, mommy!” I get down on my knees. His little hands reach around my neck. He pulls away and cups my face with his two hands. I get a sweet kiss. He looks at me and with pride says, “Goo(d) job! potty traaaain!” The clapping starts again. I admit I even join. I keep thinking confetti will fall and a marching band will bust through the front door. I DID just go pee-pee in the potty.
I cannot go to the bathroom alone. As a woman there are times I need to be alone in the bathroom. It is rare I get this luxury. As with all mommy duties I make do and figure it out. When I sit on the toilet I am without fail asked the same two questions: Mommy going poo? Mommy going pee? To his disappointment I usually answer that I am going potty. In true sincerity he tilts his head puts his hand on my knee telling me “poo-poo is har(d). It okay.”
Again, thanks Kade! I got it.
I pull up my pants. I reach down to pull the toilet seat down before I flush. 99% of the time I am stopped by a little hand. “KK, see?” Sure. Why not? We look down into the bowl. Unfortunately, my example rarely inspires him to try. However, it does inspire him to be glad for me. He slams the seat down rushes to flush it and soon I hear clapping of hands and rejoicing yays. There he is with a big smile with absolute glee and amazement. I go pee in the toilet- another one of my super powers. I am a true super hero in the eyes of my toddler.
“(H)ug, mommy!” I get down on my knees. His little hands reach around my neck. He pulls away and cups my face with his two hands. I get a sweet kiss. He looks at me and with pride says, “Goo(d) job! potty traaaain!” The clapping starts again. I admit I even join. I keep thinking confetti will fall and a marching band will bust through the front door. I DID just go pee-pee in the potty.
The 'Hood of Life
The 'hood of life can be in a word: overwhelming. I know change and transitions are a part of life, but a little warning would be appreciated. For example, I went from singlehood to motherhood without notice. Okay. Okay. We know how babies are made. This isn’t my point.
My point is we tour through many seasons of the ‘hood. As I call it, lifehood (catchy, isn’t it?) is a rough road of milestones getting us from one transition to the next. In my childhood I knew I wanted to be an adult. After all, adults have it ALL, right? Throughout my girlhood what I didn’t realize is adulthood has expansions. The most important of these (for my life) is womanhood. It has given me a livelihood I never imagined. It has bestowed sisterhood of friendships, singlehood gone wifehood and now I am lost in the neighborhood of parenthood. As a wife and mom I am always considering my family’s livelihood. I challenge myself to be better- to grow.
I want to let go of falsehoods and be honest. I didn’t realize I would have the accountability of manhood. I do. As I help raise two sons their boyhood will transition. I look at my life’s map and connect the markers I notice I failed to landmark manhood. What woman would? A woman won’t, but a mother will. So, I have added the stop to my ‘lifehood’. There is great likelihood I will stumble and create upset along the way. This too is okay. Trust me, it is to late for sainthood.
My point is we tour through many seasons of the ‘hood. As I call it, lifehood (catchy, isn’t it?) is a rough road of milestones getting us from one transition to the next. In my childhood I knew I wanted to be an adult. After all, adults have it ALL, right? Throughout my girlhood what I didn’t realize is adulthood has expansions. The most important of these (for my life) is womanhood. It has given me a livelihood I never imagined. It has bestowed sisterhood of friendships, singlehood gone wifehood and now I am lost in the neighborhood of parenthood. As a wife and mom I am always considering my family’s livelihood. I challenge myself to be better- to grow.
I want to let go of falsehoods and be honest. I didn’t realize I would have the accountability of manhood. I do. As I help raise two sons their boyhood will transition. I look at my life’s map and connect the markers I notice I failed to landmark manhood. What woman would? A woman won’t, but a mother will. So, I have added the stop to my ‘lifehood’. There is great likelihood I will stumble and create upset along the way. This too is okay. Trust me, it is to late for sainthood.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunshine
A week or so ago Kaden and I were sitting at the table eating breakfast. As he was taking a bite of his cereal he says, "Outside awake!"
Sure enough the dark morning turned to light.
Outside was awake.
This has now become a new norm. Each morning he wakes before the sun he announces it and greets the sun's new day.
His curiousity has grown to be good ole fashion appreciation. He greets each new day with hope and gladness. It is contagious. If I could bottle it I would.
I try to marvel in it, never taking the moment or the day for granted.
Sure enough the dark morning turned to light.
Outside was awake.
This has now become a new norm. Each morning he wakes before the sun he announces it and greets the sun's new day.
His curiousity has grown to be good ole fashion appreciation. He greets each new day with hope and gladness. It is contagious. If I could bottle it I would.
I try to marvel in it, never taking the moment or the day for granted.
The Moon
Kaden: Look Mama the moon. (He points up)
We stop in the parking lot. He takes a long pause.
Kaden: Up, please, Momm. (I pick him up)
Me: The moon is pretty, huh?
Kade: Yes. Look at moon, mommy.
Kade: Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Look! (He stretches out and points)
Kade: It's moving. Moon moving.
Me: Is the moon dancing? (the clouds are racing over the moon)
Kade: Uh-huh. Awesome!
Me: Let's get in the car, buggie.
Kade: Moon go nye-nye? Moon sleep goo(d)?
Me: Nope. Not yet. The moon will follow us all the way home. The moon's light will keep us safe and guide us to our house.
Kade: to MY house, Mommy?
Me: Yes. To YOUR house, KK.
Kade. Oh-okay, Mama.
(He watches out his window to be sure the moon is coming along...)
(We get home)
Kade: Where moon go? Moon go home?
Me: No, the moon is behind that house.
Kade: Oh, moon sleep der (there)?
Me: No. The moon sleeps in the sky.
Kade: (waving to the sky) goo(d) night moon. (Kade walks to the house)
I stand on the porch stair and look up. My arms are across my body. I give myself a little hug. I thank the Man in the Moon for the magic of night.
We stop in the parking lot. He takes a long pause.
Kaden: Up, please, Momm. (I pick him up)
Me: The moon is pretty, huh?
Kade: Yes. Look at moon, mommy.
Kade: Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Look! (He stretches out and points)
Kade: It's moving. Moon moving.
Me: Is the moon dancing? (the clouds are racing over the moon)
Kade: Uh-huh. Awesome!
Me: Let's get in the car, buggie.
Kade: Moon go nye-nye? Moon sleep goo(d)?
Me: Nope. Not yet. The moon will follow us all the way home. The moon's light will keep us safe and guide us to our house.
Kade: to MY house, Mommy?
Me: Yes. To YOUR house, KK.
Kade. Oh-okay, Mama.
(He watches out his window to be sure the moon is coming along...)
(We get home)
Kade: Where moon go? Moon go home?
Me: No, the moon is behind that house.
Kade: Oh, moon sleep der (there)?
Me: No. The moon sleeps in the sky.
Kade: (waving to the sky) goo(d) night moon. (Kade walks to the house)
I stand on the porch stair and look up. My arms are across my body. I give myself a little hug. I thank the Man in the Moon for the magic of night.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Trickery of Motherhood
There are moments I really sit down and ponder motherhood and its complexities. I knew at a young age how to become a mom. That was easy, but gross. I knew as a teenager the duties of being a parent. I knew as a woman that it is life changing to be a parent. I know as a mother everything I thought before were simply hints. These were the whispers of all the Moms before me sharing tidbits, but not the core.
I have wanted children all of my life. I was going to have it all. I remember being a young teenager and telling Jana immediately following graduation I was going to marry my high school sweetheart, work full time, go to college and have a baby. I’d graduate and be successful in my career. As a teenager, I knew the duties of being a parent: you provide the necessities. What I failed to understand is motherhood has accountabilities to self not just obligations to others.
No women can entirely understand these accountabilities until having a child. And by no means do I mean only biologically. We can never learn the mental, physical and financial vulnerability of parenting until one becomes a parent. It is that simple. It is that exhausting. It is that thoughtful. It is that expensive. It is that scary.
We are not given lessons to become parents. We are given an education from other parent’s experiences with other children and other mother’s pregnancies as well as labor and delivery. We can listen intently and plan accordingly, but what is to come is unknown. It is all personal. How we feel is uncertain and how we will react is a mystery until it all comes to pass. At the moment we meet our child I didn't know my heart would forever hurt. A mother’s heart aches for their child every day. An ache filled with hope, want, desire and wishes yet to be figured out. I think this is the true meaning of “love hurts.” I didn’t expect my heart to hurt when I was wishing good things for my son’s futures. I expected an uplifted light heart, but it sits heavy as I want so much for them.
The physical memory of natural child birth has left my memory replacing it with an emotional wound I feel daily. The love of a mother never leaves, but grows stronger with every passing day. I didn’t know this. I figured love is love. I can look at my boys and see that wrong I was. Each day I feel more connected and bonded and much more in love. I was taught comfort measures of labor, positions of delivery and baby care methods. Not one person taught my heart how to love as a mother. It was not prepared for the intensity. I am still not prepared as it surprised me once again earlier today. I don’t think we ever are.
I am an emotional being. I cry watching commercials. I am a dramatic being. I tell colorful stories. I have a lot of compassion for life’s hurt. I didn’t realize how this would intensify as a mother. I often repeat, “God forbid that happen to one of the boys.” I now read a story or see something on the television with a reaction so strong it is as if it is happening in real time in my presence to one of my boys. I can no longer watch or read media that include children crimes. I hear of a child contagious with disease or of a child recovering from a bullet wound and my heart sinks and stomach grows ill. It really could all happen to us. How do parents survive? The once viewed fun each-to-their own world is now one I see filled with dangers and darkness. I was blind. I thought motherhood would put me over the edge. Instead, it keeps me on edge. I want to know that .68 miles from our new home is an offender. I don’t want television in our home teaching violence and acting out poor behavior until the boys have a foundation. A mothers sacrafices to do this... there goes Oprah’s last season!
I understood life changes with children, but not how children change life. My children have taught me what are small things in my adult life are exactly this- small! Ironically, the small things in the life of a child are life’s biggest things. I watch the moon glow almost every night. I follow ants on my hands and knees. I dance before the sun is 'awake'. I have a better understanding for both “Don’t sweat the small stuff” and “Stop to smell the roses” then I did before becoming a mother.
I have a robust sense of smell, which I didn’t have three years ago. I can be on a date with Adam and the smell of the boys in the bath will waft through the air. I can snuggle up to my pillow and know who was there before me. I can smell my children while on vacation and instantly miss their sweetness wanting to return home to feel in my hands what is dancing in my nose. I didn’t expect as a stay at home mom I would miss my children when away. I mean, I am with them each and every day… all day. Who knew I would feel guilty for time away?
I am learning that what was once predictable is growing into randomness that is falling out of my control. I have to make decisions in a split second. I have to remember that Kaden has interest in being potty trained (at his OWN pace) and there will be more days at Safeway he screams to go “pee pee” that I have to decide how to juggle: naked Kaden, public toilet, Ashton in arm and purse on wrist. As I do this I cannot obsess that it took 45 restless minutes to grab ½ a cart of groceries to just leave the cart down the long hallway when we return 20 minutes later (after he decides he doesn’t have to go potty) that it has been returned to the shelves. I will be faced with impasses that I never imagined. Predicaments sounding so trite pre-motherhood, but now are so tricky to solve as a mom. I didn’t realize what a problem solver I am.
And even thought I am now a puzzle solver and daily hero I need to learn to love me. I need to remind myself that I am not in my twenties, nor did I give birth in my twenties. I was pregnant for 18 months out of a 27 month stretch. It will take time for this old over worked body to find its way back, if it ever does. And I have a feeling that even after the weight is shed I won’t feel twenty ever again. I certainly won’t look it with the bags under my eyes and flab of my skin. I am okay with this. I never would have guessed that I would trade vanity for life. I did and I would do it all over again.
I was a vain young lady. I often caught the eyes of guys. I had a nice slender tan body. I was fit. I dreaded pregnancy for all of its ugliness and unknowns. What was once ugly is now my reminder that I have what I have always wanted: children. What was once ugly is my reminder that I have what some couple never bare: children. What was once ugly is now disappearing leaving silver marks where red and purple once took hold. I am coming to a deeper understanding that these marks are not unattractive to my husband. He doesn’t want for anyone else. He wants the woman who is guiding his children every day and keeping a home for his retreat. He doesn’t look past me for the physical changes. He still looks at me for who I am becoming.
Romance is candle lit dinners and sandy beaches under stars. It is flowers and long massages. Well, at one time it was. No one ever told me that a new romance would bloom as our family grew. No one warned me that what would change wouldn’t be our desire or interest, but our methods of giving care and consideration. I didn’t know I could get goose bumps from a wink given across a slide. I never guessed a kiss on the forehead and a cuddle on a hospital cot would connect me to my partner. It did. It is continued car, house and entrance doors being opened and a hand on the small of my back leading me through a room. Romance isn’t about champagne. It is caressing your relationship giving it support and comfort during what is real. It is simply not evenings of soft lights and sweet words.
I didn’t see an issue with technology. It is the way of the future. I then had children. They are the way of the future. I think only a mom can understand the insanity of what may be ahead.
As a childless woman I was glad to witness accomplishments made by children and even smiled in delight, but as Mom I take it to a different level. I want everyone to know that Kaden went poo-poo in the potty and Ashton can get on and off his bike without assistance. Motherhood is like a huge waving banner to warn, brag and boast in ways I never dreamed. Motherhood is the place where happiness is shared in tears and laughter can be anger. Who knew that a sobbing slobbery cry would mean I was moved. And even more who knew this would happen frequently? Motherhood is a free pass for days to clearly be insane.
So much I didn’t know about motherhood. How could I? How can any woman until she walks her path? Our journeys will all be different. As different as each will be the core is the same each is filled with unconditional genuine love. The trickery of motherhood is no one really knows the secrets, but I am finding my confidence and loving the magic it brings.
I have wanted children all of my life. I was going to have it all. I remember being a young teenager and telling Jana immediately following graduation I was going to marry my high school sweetheart, work full time, go to college and have a baby. I’d graduate and be successful in my career. As a teenager, I knew the duties of being a parent: you provide the necessities. What I failed to understand is motherhood has accountabilities to self not just obligations to others.
No women can entirely understand these accountabilities until having a child. And by no means do I mean only biologically. We can never learn the mental, physical and financial vulnerability of parenting until one becomes a parent. It is that simple. It is that exhausting. It is that thoughtful. It is that expensive. It is that scary.
We are not given lessons to become parents. We are given an education from other parent’s experiences with other children and other mother’s pregnancies as well as labor and delivery. We can listen intently and plan accordingly, but what is to come is unknown. It is all personal. How we feel is uncertain and how we will react is a mystery until it all comes to pass. At the moment we meet our child I didn't know my heart would forever hurt. A mother’s heart aches for their child every day. An ache filled with hope, want, desire and wishes yet to be figured out. I think this is the true meaning of “love hurts.” I didn’t expect my heart to hurt when I was wishing good things for my son’s futures. I expected an uplifted light heart, but it sits heavy as I want so much for them.
The physical memory of natural child birth has left my memory replacing it with an emotional wound I feel daily. The love of a mother never leaves, but grows stronger with every passing day. I didn’t know this. I figured love is love. I can look at my boys and see that wrong I was. Each day I feel more connected and bonded and much more in love. I was taught comfort measures of labor, positions of delivery and baby care methods. Not one person taught my heart how to love as a mother. It was not prepared for the intensity. I am still not prepared as it surprised me once again earlier today. I don’t think we ever are.
I am an emotional being. I cry watching commercials. I am a dramatic being. I tell colorful stories. I have a lot of compassion for life’s hurt. I didn’t realize how this would intensify as a mother. I often repeat, “God forbid that happen to one of the boys.” I now read a story or see something on the television with a reaction so strong it is as if it is happening in real time in my presence to one of my boys. I can no longer watch or read media that include children crimes. I hear of a child contagious with disease or of a child recovering from a bullet wound and my heart sinks and stomach grows ill. It really could all happen to us. How do parents survive? The once viewed fun each-to-their own world is now one I see filled with dangers and darkness. I was blind. I thought motherhood would put me over the edge. Instead, it keeps me on edge. I want to know that .68 miles from our new home is an offender. I don’t want television in our home teaching violence and acting out poor behavior until the boys have a foundation. A mothers sacrafices to do this... there goes Oprah’s last season!
I understood life changes with children, but not how children change life. My children have taught me what are small things in my adult life are exactly this- small! Ironically, the small things in the life of a child are life’s biggest things. I watch the moon glow almost every night. I follow ants on my hands and knees. I dance before the sun is 'awake'. I have a better understanding for both “Don’t sweat the small stuff” and “Stop to smell the roses” then I did before becoming a mother.
I have a robust sense of smell, which I didn’t have three years ago. I can be on a date with Adam and the smell of the boys in the bath will waft through the air. I can snuggle up to my pillow and know who was there before me. I can smell my children while on vacation and instantly miss their sweetness wanting to return home to feel in my hands what is dancing in my nose. I didn’t expect as a stay at home mom I would miss my children when away. I mean, I am with them each and every day… all day. Who knew I would feel guilty for time away?
I am learning that what was once predictable is growing into randomness that is falling out of my control. I have to make decisions in a split second. I have to remember that Kaden has interest in being potty trained (at his OWN pace) and there will be more days at Safeway he screams to go “pee pee” that I have to decide how to juggle: naked Kaden, public toilet, Ashton in arm and purse on wrist. As I do this I cannot obsess that it took 45 restless minutes to grab ½ a cart of groceries to just leave the cart down the long hallway when we return 20 minutes later (after he decides he doesn’t have to go potty) that it has been returned to the shelves. I will be faced with impasses that I never imagined. Predicaments sounding so trite pre-motherhood, but now are so tricky to solve as a mom. I didn’t realize what a problem solver I am.
And even thought I am now a puzzle solver and daily hero I need to learn to love me. I need to remind myself that I am not in my twenties, nor did I give birth in my twenties. I was pregnant for 18 months out of a 27 month stretch. It will take time for this old over worked body to find its way back, if it ever does. And I have a feeling that even after the weight is shed I won’t feel twenty ever again. I certainly won’t look it with the bags under my eyes and flab of my skin. I am okay with this. I never would have guessed that I would trade vanity for life. I did and I would do it all over again.
I was a vain young lady. I often caught the eyes of guys. I had a nice slender tan body. I was fit. I dreaded pregnancy for all of its ugliness and unknowns. What was once ugly is now my reminder that I have what I have always wanted: children. What was once ugly is my reminder that I have what some couple never bare: children. What was once ugly is now disappearing leaving silver marks where red and purple once took hold. I am coming to a deeper understanding that these marks are not unattractive to my husband. He doesn’t want for anyone else. He wants the woman who is guiding his children every day and keeping a home for his retreat. He doesn’t look past me for the physical changes. He still looks at me for who I am becoming.
Romance is candle lit dinners and sandy beaches under stars. It is flowers and long massages. Well, at one time it was. No one ever told me that a new romance would bloom as our family grew. No one warned me that what would change wouldn’t be our desire or interest, but our methods of giving care and consideration. I didn’t know I could get goose bumps from a wink given across a slide. I never guessed a kiss on the forehead and a cuddle on a hospital cot would connect me to my partner. It did. It is continued car, house and entrance doors being opened and a hand on the small of my back leading me through a room. Romance isn’t about champagne. It is caressing your relationship giving it support and comfort during what is real. It is simply not evenings of soft lights and sweet words.
I didn’t see an issue with technology. It is the way of the future. I then had children. They are the way of the future. I think only a mom can understand the insanity of what may be ahead.
As a childless woman I was glad to witness accomplishments made by children and even smiled in delight, but as Mom I take it to a different level. I want everyone to know that Kaden went poo-poo in the potty and Ashton can get on and off his bike without assistance. Motherhood is like a huge waving banner to warn, brag and boast in ways I never dreamed. Motherhood is the place where happiness is shared in tears and laughter can be anger. Who knew that a sobbing slobbery cry would mean I was moved. And even more who knew this would happen frequently? Motherhood is a free pass for days to clearly be insane.
So much I didn’t know about motherhood. How could I? How can any woman until she walks her path? Our journeys will all be different. As different as each will be the core is the same each is filled with unconditional genuine love. The trickery of motherhood is no one really knows the secrets, but I am finding my confidence and loving the magic it brings.
Friday, March 18, 2011
What You Won't Know
The other day I was jokingly explaining to Ashton that Grandma Church has the last land line known to man. This made the wheels turn. What you might you not remember as grown men? I compiled a list:
Residential Land line- Cellular phones
Long Distance Charges- SKYPE
Wading pools- spray parks or skateboard parks
Payphone
Video stores- Netflix and the Redbox or videostreaming
Music CD-MP3s
Tube TVs- Plasma and LCD
Wires for computer and phone- Wireless
Fax machine- Scan and Email
Answering machines- virtual voicemail/text message
35mm cameras- Digital camera and recorders
Ice Cream Parlor- Cold Stone Creamery
Garage Sale- E-bay and Craigslist
US Postal Service- online banking, email and UPS
Atlas- GPS
Encyclopedia- Google
Dictionary- Predictive word/spelling
Phone Book- 411
Address Book- Excel or Smart Phone
Newspapers- YAHOO.com
Bank Tellers- online banking and direct deposit
Cash- Pay By Touch
Check- Debit
Cursive- Texting
English- Any1 no were 2 by tix 2maro? (Anyone know where to buy tickets tomorrow?)
Floppy Disk/Hard Disk/CD-RW- Memory Stick
VHS- Blue Ray
Kit Kat candy bar in silver wrapping- Kit Kat syrup in a latte
Residential Land line- Cellular phones
Long Distance Charges- SKYPE
Wading pools- spray parks or skateboard parks
Payphone
Video stores- Netflix and the Redbox or videostreaming
Music CD-MP3s
Tube TVs- Plasma and LCD
Wires for computer and phone- Wireless
Fax machine- Scan and Email
Answering machines- virtual voicemail/text message
35mm cameras- Digital camera and recorders
Ice Cream Parlor- Cold Stone Creamery
Garage Sale- E-bay and Craigslist
US Postal Service- online banking, email and UPS
Atlas- GPS
Encyclopedia- Google
Dictionary- Predictive word/spelling
Phone Book- 411
Address Book- Excel or Smart Phone
Newspapers- YAHOO.com
Bank Tellers- online banking and direct deposit
Cash- Pay By Touch
Check- Debit
Cursive- Texting
English- Any1 no were 2 by tix 2maro? (Anyone know where to buy tickets tomorrow?)
Floppy Disk/Hard Disk/CD-RW- Memory Stick
VHS- Blue Ray
Kit Kat candy bar in silver wrapping- Kit Kat syrup in a latte
Back Post- 2/23
I have back posted 'To My One Year Old' On February 23, 2011. It is my letter to Ashton for his first birthday.
Back Post- 2/21
I have posted 'The Scream of 2/7/2011' on March 21st. It is about the day Ashton's finger was caught in the bathroom door.
Phew....
Okay, so here is the deal. I am behind. It seems the month of February had our family in and out of Providence so frequently that I was unable to focus on writing. I have been spending the last several weeks getting us back on track. I am not ahead, but caught up!
I DO NOT like back posting. However, far to much has happened not to post. So, I am going to go back and plug in our story. I have a few pieces already created ie Ashton's 'amputated' finger and of course his first birthday letter, which I wrote at the beginning of the year. Kaden had his tonsils removed and figured out how to escape his room as well as finds himself back in his crib. All of these are days I want to hold tightly and not forget. I want and need to record these events.
As I back post I will simply put a blurp in that reads, "Go to (insert date here) for (insert summary here) to catch up!
I look forward to sharing what is far behind us to begin sharing what is ahead.
I DO NOT like back posting. However, far to much has happened not to post. So, I am going to go back and plug in our story. I have a few pieces already created ie Ashton's 'amputated' finger and of course his first birthday letter, which I wrote at the beginning of the year. Kaden had his tonsils removed and figured out how to escape his room as well as finds himself back in his crib. All of these are days I want to hold tightly and not forget. I want and need to record these events.
As I back post I will simply put a blurp in that reads, "Go to (insert date here) for (insert summary here) to catch up!
I look forward to sharing what is far behind us to begin sharing what is ahead.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Baby Locks
It was past time. I don't know why we waited so long to get your haircut, but we did. It was party day, so it was scheduled. Your hair was an over the ear mess. We took you to our favorite salon: Sit Still. You sat like a barber shop pro!
There is something about your child's first hair cut that tugs at the heart. You received a certificate to commemerate the occassion!
Ready for your party in your freshly styled hair-do.
There is something about your child's first hair cut that tugs at the heart. You received a certificate to commemerate the occassion!
Ready for your party in your freshly styled hair-do.
Grand Slam B-Day
Ashton your first party was a Grand Slam! I think we hit it out of the park as everyone had a good time.
Your original party was postponed due to Kaden’s surgery. So, two weeks later everyone gathered at our home for a 12:30 party:
GG, Papa Rardin, Ama and Papa Glover, Ama and Grandpa Church, Papa Blackburn, Grandpa and Grandma Rardin, Uncle Jake, Auntie Larissa and Bee, Tata, Aunt Jana, Uncle C, Brad, Mac and Cale, Lala, Boo, Zon and Baby Gray and Dawa. Dave stopped in for a bit, too!
We had a fun time decorating for the baseball theme. After all you only ‘Hit The BIG O-N-E’ once! All the kids had goodie boxes as if they were at the ball park: tattoos, Cracker Jacks, baseball pencils reading: Ashton hit the BIG one, MVP ribbons that can be used as book marks and baseball balloons. All were put into popcorn serving boxes.
We hung a banner above your chair.
I of course had a tshirt made that read: Hitting the BIG One! Ashton’s Number One Fan. And YES, I do plan to wear it to future tball and baseball events!
We served hotdogs and chips- just like the ball park. There were peanuts to be shelled and sodas to drink. The cake was delish. It was marble with custard and whipped cream frosting.
We sang to you your "Hoppy Hoppy" (as Kade calls it), which you really liked. You wanted to get after that cake, but Daddy kept pulling it away from you!
You made an absolute mess. Papa Rardin had a good majority on him as he picked you up for tub soaking. Cake really isn’t your thing. You prefer ice cream to any other sweet treat.
You received many wonderful gifts. Please forgive me I accidentally tossed the list into the recycle once the thank you cards were sent. However, I will note that Papa Blackburn made you your own rocking chair.
You wanted to crawl all over it. You sat in it. You stood in it. You just wanted to touch it. His work is continues to amaze. I cherish every piece in our home. Now, you, KK and I all have rockers from Papa! In my book that is pretty neat!
You sat through the entire gift opening. You didn’t dive into open, but you were engaged once you saw the gift. I am still in disbelief how well Mr. Cannot Sit Still did for the opening of everything at one time. Good job, birthday boy!
I applaud you, for you didn’t get cranky even without an afternoon nap. You were bright eyed and full of fun for your party. You loved the attention and the busyness of the people. You were free to play and go. It was definitely a good day.
We have not hosted a birthday party at home until yours. I think it is the best way to host a little person’s special day. It made it much more enjoyable for Daddy and I, but most importantly you could roam around all you wanted. Since you are a walker we didn’t worry about concrete stumbles. This was gift all its own!
I cannot believe your first birthday is now behind us. It doesn’t seem possible a year has passed. We say it all of the time, but your first year REALLY did go by super-fast. I often wish for a few more ‘first’ days with you because it was gone in a blink of an eye. As life moves ahead I have to look forward. I may not be able to go back to those ‘first’ days, but there are many-many more first days ahead. My Sprite-Guy, this is the beauty of life. Fill your cup and always know you can have your cake too!
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