There are boys in my house - and Spiderman shoes
And 200 papers in various blues.
There's Bob (he's a builder) and Thomas the Train,
There's a fireman coat to wear in the rain.
They have cars on their shirts and frogs on their hats
There's a glove and a ball and a red plastic bat.
There's dirt on a face and a smudge on a nose;
Grass stains on knees and sand between toes.
There's bathtime at night with bodies to scrub,
And when we're all done there is dirt in the tub!
There's bandaids and bruises and curious bumps,
There's smiles and laughter and sometimes there's grumps.
There's odors most icky; there's boogers so green
There's more yucky things than I'll ever get clean.
There's piles of laundry; there's stories at night;
There's bedtime and bathtime and dinnertime fights.
There's cars and there's trains and there's books about trucks
There's Scoop, Lofty, Dizzy, and Travis, and Muck.
Sometimes there are bugs, and sometimes there are frogs;
Sometimes they are lions, or dinos, or dogs.
There are cute little vests and darling neckties
Dragged right through the mud - oh what a surprise!
There's running and climbing and jumping and falling
And laughing and crying and hugging and brawling
And rolling and losing and finding and creeping
And whining and stealing and sometimes there's sleeping.
There's tantrums and time outs and extra loud noise -
There's love in my house shaped like two little boys.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Happy Number Two
Ashton~
I can see why children age their parents. It isn’t due to stress. It isn’t even the lack of sleep. It isn’t our long days. It is simple. We are so immersed in the wonderful role of parenthood we lose time. Where did the last year go? For that matter where did the last two years disappear? I am in disbelief you have reached the age of two. Happy Birthday you little two year old!
There is something specific about your birthday that steals my breath. It hits me a bit differently than Kade’s. I measure time differently with you. Hand-in-hand, we are leaving behind babyhood. I know that when your two eye teeth come in there will be no gummy baby smile. When you say, “Please” instead of “peas” there is actually a 2nd toddler in our home. As soon as you use the potty the last of baby leaves our home along with that last diaper. You are my baby and to see you, the baby, grow is bittersweet.
I call you my ‘curious hands’. You are busy. You don’t stop until you sleep. You literally crawl up the book shelves or somersault down the wooden stairs. You are rough and tumble. If I hear you cry I know it hurts. Tears are few. Each child controls different mommy strings. You have the eyes. You can work me with a glance. There is actually a particular look that melts me each time. I see it and I have to kiss your head! I believe you will be someone who will find my smile. The things you do make me uncontrollably laugh. At the same time, you will surely turn me into a worrier. You have no fear constantly daring yourself to try new things making me uncomfortable.
You are a lover. You are a fighter. You have opinions and we know what these are. You weight 20 ½ lbs at 34” tall. You have fallen off the growth chart. You are average height, but lean and mean. In mean, I refer to your confidence. You have no problem taking care of yourself or going after what you want. You get what you want one whack, hit and pinch at a time! I hope you keep this assurance. Go after the world, Sprite.
I am learning I need to be clear and decisive in my choice of yes and no. You can wear me down in your ‘peas’ ‘peas, mama, peas’ and minutes long tantrums of full body on the floor kicking and pounding fists into the tile floor. I have to walk away as so many times you are so close to turning my no into a yes. You have me second guess my reasoning of the initial no. Do you know you do this? There are times I think you do.
Gosh, you are bright. You are mechanical. You are quick to figure out how to make a newly introduced object work. Your vocabulary is increasing at rapid pace. I am taken a back each day at the sheer number of words you say seemingly out of the blue.
Sadly, I have to admit I am not always your first pick in people! You are attached to your brother. You two are starting to play so well with one another. You boss him in play, but observe him in quiet. You want to be near him. You often mimic him in actions and words. It makes me giggle. I have to share you are much more aggressive and your small size frightens Kade as you come at him! There is a lot of I love you, hugs, pats on the head, sweet voices and kisses shared between the two of you.
You sure like Kaden, but Ta-Ta (Aunt Lynda) is your most favorite person in the whole world. You are smitten. Her voice will have your jaw drop and a run through the house to get her at the front door. When she is around you want her to hold you, play with you, feed you, entertain you… no one else. As more people may come around you will break away, but you always go back to her. You are her shadow. She loves it. She loves you boys so much. One of these days you will call her Ta-Ta instead of GG!
Although I may not always be the person you want to sit and play or hold you as we take a walk I am the person who gives you comfort. When you come to me to kiss your ‘uh ohs’ (What you call ouies.) or grab my hand just to hold it or come and jump on me to sit on my lap or place your head between my neck and shoulder I savor it. I know I have given you a gift. You are secure in exploring the world as you want and need all the while knowing I am here for the time you need me. I always will. Always. Baby to toddler, toddler to boy, boy to young man, young man to teenager, teenager to young adult, young adult to man there will continue to be times you need me. Please never question if I am still waiting. I assure you I am.
This year sped by. I need you to slow down. I have promised to be present to savor these days we have together. Obviously, this time together isn’t forever. I jokingly ask you to live at home forever. I don’t think either of us is really up for it! I simply cannot picture a life without (as Kade named you) Ashman. During the 730 days you have been on Earth you have truly balanced our family. You have brought a fire and a charisma we didn’t know.
Happy Birthday, baby boy. May you keep the fire under your feet that keeps you whip whirling through the world. Might you give your Mom a break slowing down on climbing the walls? Keep enjoying surprises with your jaw dropping. Treat others as you would like to be treated. Continue to grow your imagination. Be two. All. Year. Long.
I love your guts,
Mama
I can see why children age their parents. It isn’t due to stress. It isn’t even the lack of sleep. It isn’t our long days. It is simple. We are so immersed in the wonderful role of parenthood we lose time. Where did the last year go? For that matter where did the last two years disappear? I am in disbelief you have reached the age of two. Happy Birthday you little two year old!
There is something specific about your birthday that steals my breath. It hits me a bit differently than Kade’s. I measure time differently with you. Hand-in-hand, we are leaving behind babyhood. I know that when your two eye teeth come in there will be no gummy baby smile. When you say, “Please” instead of “peas” there is actually a 2nd toddler in our home. As soon as you use the potty the last of baby leaves our home along with that last diaper. You are my baby and to see you, the baby, grow is bittersweet.
I call you my ‘curious hands’. You are busy. You don’t stop until you sleep. You literally crawl up the book shelves or somersault down the wooden stairs. You are rough and tumble. If I hear you cry I know it hurts. Tears are few. Each child controls different mommy strings. You have the eyes. You can work me with a glance. There is actually a particular look that melts me each time. I see it and I have to kiss your head! I believe you will be someone who will find my smile. The things you do make me uncontrollably laugh. At the same time, you will surely turn me into a worrier. You have no fear constantly daring yourself to try new things making me uncomfortable.
You are a lover. You are a fighter. You have opinions and we know what these are. You weight 20 ½ lbs at 34” tall. You have fallen off the growth chart. You are average height, but lean and mean. In mean, I refer to your confidence. You have no problem taking care of yourself or going after what you want. You get what you want one whack, hit and pinch at a time! I hope you keep this assurance. Go after the world, Sprite.
I am learning I need to be clear and decisive in my choice of yes and no. You can wear me down in your ‘peas’ ‘peas, mama, peas’ and minutes long tantrums of full body on the floor kicking and pounding fists into the tile floor. I have to walk away as so many times you are so close to turning my no into a yes. You have me second guess my reasoning of the initial no. Do you know you do this? There are times I think you do.
Gosh, you are bright. You are mechanical. You are quick to figure out how to make a newly introduced object work. Your vocabulary is increasing at rapid pace. I am taken a back each day at the sheer number of words you say seemingly out of the blue.
Sadly, I have to admit I am not always your first pick in people! You are attached to your brother. You two are starting to play so well with one another. You boss him in play, but observe him in quiet. You want to be near him. You often mimic him in actions and words. It makes me giggle. I have to share you are much more aggressive and your small size frightens Kade as you come at him! There is a lot of I love you, hugs, pats on the head, sweet voices and kisses shared between the two of you.
You sure like Kaden, but Ta-Ta (Aunt Lynda) is your most favorite person in the whole world. You are smitten. Her voice will have your jaw drop and a run through the house to get her at the front door. When she is around you want her to hold you, play with you, feed you, entertain you… no one else. As more people may come around you will break away, but you always go back to her. You are her shadow. She loves it. She loves you boys so much. One of these days you will call her Ta-Ta instead of GG!
Although I may not always be the person you want to sit and play or hold you as we take a walk I am the person who gives you comfort. When you come to me to kiss your ‘uh ohs’ (What you call ouies.) or grab my hand just to hold it or come and jump on me to sit on my lap or place your head between my neck and shoulder I savor it. I know I have given you a gift. You are secure in exploring the world as you want and need all the while knowing I am here for the time you need me. I always will. Always. Baby to toddler, toddler to boy, boy to young man, young man to teenager, teenager to young adult, young adult to man there will continue to be times you need me. Please never question if I am still waiting. I assure you I am.
This year sped by. I need you to slow down. I have promised to be present to savor these days we have together. Obviously, this time together isn’t forever. I jokingly ask you to live at home forever. I don’t think either of us is really up for it! I simply cannot picture a life without (as Kade named you) Ashman. During the 730 days you have been on Earth you have truly balanced our family. You have brought a fire and a charisma we didn’t know.
Happy Birthday, baby boy. May you keep the fire under your feet that keeps you whip whirling through the world. Might you give your Mom a break slowing down on climbing the walls? Keep enjoying surprises with your jaw dropping. Treat others as you would like to be treated. Continue to grow your imagination. Be two. All. Year. Long.
I love your guts,
Mama
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