I don't think you understood my instructions. Stinker! And check this out... Daddy and I have been trying to think of a good nickname for you. Maybe it should be Cheeks? Whoa, Baby - good work! [You're getting WAY too big, WAY too fast - stop it!!!]
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Cheeks
After lunch today, I put you on the counter in your bouncy seat for you to have some "awake time" while I laid Owen down for his nap. It didn't take more than 10 or 15 minutes, but when I came back this is what I found...
I don't think you understood my instructions. Stinker! And check this out... Daddy and I have been trying to think of a good nickname for you. Maybe it should be Cheeks? Whoa, Baby - good work! [You're getting WAY too big, WAY too fast - stop it!!!]
I don't think you understood my instructions. Stinker! And check this out... Daddy and I have been trying to think of a good nickname for you. Maybe it should be Cheeks? Whoa, Baby - good work! [You're getting WAY too big, WAY too fast - stop it!!!]
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Catching Up With Caleb
It's not an easy thing to do, you know. I mean catching up with you, Caleb. You are almost always on the go - and fast. You accidentally whacked your head on the corner of the bathroom counter this afternoon and when you were in my lap crying I was overwhelmed at just how big you are. You barely fit in my lap! You're growing up way, WAY too fast, my Big Guy.
Your biggest piece of news is that you lost your first tooth...
...on Monday night while we were eating dinner. All of a sudden you hollered, "Mom! My tooth! I pulled my tooth!" And you sure had. You grabbed on, decided to give a tug and out it came! Daddy and I were both so proud of how brave you were! And, you asked immediately for Mrs. Dowdican's phone number [your teacher] so that you could call her to tell her. I told you that you'd have to wait and show her the next morning at school. The next morning, you wanted to take your tooth to school for show-and-tell, even though it was Tuesday and your day for taking something wasn't until Thursday. I told you that we'd have to compromise - that you could take your "empty spot" to school with you Tuesday to show everyone and then you could take your tooth on Thursday for your real show-and-tell. Then you insisted that you wanted to take your empty spot on Thursday, too, and asked if it'd be okay if you took two things - the tooth and the empty spot - just this once. How could I refuse?
What else have you been up to? Your usual silliness. You love telling jokes. They're always either knock-knock jokes or chicken-crossing-the-road jokes. And the punch lines almost always involve a chicken head and poop. You think it's hilarious! What a boy... Whenever you start telling jokes, you usually want me to take turns telling them with you. The few times that I've actually obliged, you just look at me with a straight face and say, "Mom, that was NOT funny." I'm sorry, Buddy, I guess I just don't have a chicken head and poop sense of humor.
Today when I picked you up from school, there was a broken egg on the sidewalk that fell from a nest earlier in the day. You pushed at it with your shoe and I told you not to do that. You said, "It's okay, Mom. This is an egg from a person, not from a bird." I'll have to remember to tell you that next time you ask me where babies come from, instead of stammering and changing the subject. "From an egg, Caleb, from an egg."
Your hair is getting crazy long. I know you really do need a haircut, especially since it's starting to get hot. I just can't bring myself to cut off your beautiful curls, though. You're such a handsome boy!
What else? You've been such an amazing helper lately - especially since Nathan was born. You're such a good boy and you have such a great attitude. I appreciate you so much. I guess, for now, the only other thing I have to say is: I Love You. I have from day One and always will!
Your biggest piece of news is that you lost your first tooth...
...on Monday night while we were eating dinner. All of a sudden you hollered, "Mom! My tooth! I pulled my tooth!" And you sure had. You grabbed on, decided to give a tug and out it came! Daddy and I were both so proud of how brave you were! And, you asked immediately for Mrs. Dowdican's phone number [your teacher] so that you could call her to tell her. I told you that you'd have to wait and show her the next morning at school. The next morning, you wanted to take your tooth to school for show-and-tell, even though it was Tuesday and your day for taking something wasn't until Thursday. I told you that we'd have to compromise - that you could take your "empty spot" to school with you Tuesday to show everyone and then you could take your tooth on Thursday for your real show-and-tell. Then you insisted that you wanted to take your empty spot on Thursday, too, and asked if it'd be okay if you took two things - the tooth and the empty spot - just this once. How could I refuse?
What else have you been up to? Your usual silliness. You love telling jokes. They're always either knock-knock jokes or chicken-crossing-the-road jokes. And the punch lines almost always involve a chicken head and poop. You think it's hilarious! What a boy... Whenever you start telling jokes, you usually want me to take turns telling them with you. The few times that I've actually obliged, you just look at me with a straight face and say, "Mom, that was NOT funny." I'm sorry, Buddy, I guess I just don't have a chicken head and poop sense of humor.
Today when I picked you up from school, there was a broken egg on the sidewalk that fell from a nest earlier in the day. You pushed at it with your shoe and I told you not to do that. You said, "It's okay, Mom. This is an egg from a person, not from a bird." I'll have to remember to tell you that next time you ask me where babies come from, instead of stammering and changing the subject. "From an egg, Caleb, from an egg."
Your hair is getting crazy long. I know you really do need a haircut, especially since it's starting to get hot. I just can't bring myself to cut off your beautiful curls, though. You're such a handsome boy!
What else? You've been such an amazing helper lately - especially since Nathan was born. You're such a good boy and you have such a great attitude. I appreciate you so much. I guess, for now, the only other thing I have to say is: I Love You. I have from day One and always will!
Friday, April 23, 2010
Sweet, Sweet Baby
It doesn't seem like it could even be statistically possible, but somehow it has happened. I have given birth to the three most amazing, beautiful boys in the entire world. People can beg to differ, if they'd like, but they'd better be prepared to duke it out with a Momma Bear. [Not something I'd recommend.]My sweet Nathan... You came two weeks early [God bless you] on April 10th, 2010. You weighed a perfect 6lbs 2ozs [God bless you, again] and were 18.75in long. You don't have as much hair as Caleb and Owen did and I love it - I can see the shape of your beautiful head! You're soft and squishy and fuzzy like a peach. The skin on your back wrinkles and rolls around, like on a puppy, and the feel of it makes me melt. You make the best faces, sometimes funny and sometimes sweet. You also make a ton of noise. You squeak and sigh and grunt and groan. It's adorable! You sleep almost around the clock. Daddy and I calculated it last night and, at two weeks old, you're up to a whopping 30ish minutes of awake-time each day. You've been eating like a champ since the very beginning. You're such a little piggy!
You have no idea how much you are loved, by all of your family. I treasure you and your tiny little self. [Your little butt fits right in the palm of my hand.] At the same time, I can hardly wait for you to grow up so I can get to know you! You're amazing and I'm head over heals for you, Sweet Baby.
Monday, February 22, 2010
The first words I heard this morning:
Ugh. Good morning...
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
This is Tough!
This big-boy-room/bed transition has proven tougher than I hoped it would. We're 2-and-6 now and those two victories feel like they were pretty darn small. I don't think it was this hard when you switched, Caleb. But, then again, you were a few months older than Owen is now and you've always been a little less obstinate. Plus, you weren't switching into a room that already had a big brother in it. It's a bonus! He gets a big boy bed and a built-in playmate all in one! It's got to be tough, I just wish it was going more smoothly - for your sake and mine! [I went in to quiet O - again - during nap time this afternoon and he was perched as high and close to you as he could get saying, "Caleb! Caleb! Hey, Caleb...!" You, my poor big boy, had pulled the covers over your head and were trying your hardest to ignore him so that you wouldn't get in trouble for being noisy, too.]
Regardless of the rough patches we're traveling, you're both such precious boys and I love you so much. [Even though I feel like wringing your necks most of the time lately!] Our house and our family have been gearing up for big changes lately and I'm proud of both of you for handling it so well. To be honest, you've both been behaving with more grace and patience than I have! You are good, good boys and I love you!
Regardless of the rough patches we're traveling, you're both such precious boys and I love you so much. [Even though I feel like wringing your necks most of the time lately!] Our house and our family have been gearing up for big changes lately and I'm proud of both of you for handling it so well. To be honest, you've both been behaving with more grace and patience than I have! You are good, good boys and I love you!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Bye Bye Baby!
Hello, Big Boy!
My little Owen, you're getting to be SO big. Tonight you're going to spend your first night in a big boy bed, in your big boy room, with your big brother. It feels like I was just rocking and nursing you yesterday and then I blinked. What happened?
This is definitely a bitter sweet development. You, of course, couldn't be more excited. For months, every time we've said it's time to go to bed you 1) protest and then 2) go running into Caleb's room and climb onto the bottom bunk. In theory, you're ready. There is this whole bigger issue, though, of the freedom that you're suddenly going to have and whether or not you're going to be able to handle it well. That's the part that makes Mommy and Daddy nervous! Take this morning, for instance. Here I sit, enjoying the peace and quiet in my house. It's 8:30 and Caleb is quietly watching cartoons in the other room, Zach is still savoring his day to sleep in and you are still in your crib. You're awake, but playing quietly and happily. In my mind, this is bliss. Tomorrow, though, could be a whole new world. The second your eyes pop open, you'll have the freedom to climb out of bed on your own. Once you're a little older it won't be bad, because you'll probably be more interested in doing things like big brother - either playing in your room or watching cartoons. For now, though, you want to be right in the middle of everything Mommy and Daddy are doing. So, if we're trying to enjoy our last few moments of lingering in bed, I'm sure there'll be nothing you'll want to do more than:
a) bounce on top of us
b) burrow under the covers
c) pull open the curtains
d) all of the above (i.e. the most likely to occur)
I'm sure we'll have our rough moments, but before I know it, they'll pass and you'll be a pro at being my big boy. My mommihood mantra that's gotten me through more than a few breaking points has been that "this, too, shall pass". The thing is, though, it's a catch 22. At times like these I also have to remember that everything is passing - the challenges and the good. Neither are going away, entirely, just changing. Some new challenge is sure to rear its ugly head. Some new big boy accomplishment will bring us joy. (Potty training, maybe? No pressure...or maybe just a little!)
Anyways. I love you so, my little O. You're finally calling for me..."Momma, Mommy! I so 'wake! Let's go! My grow up!" (It's how you refer to getting up in the morning.) Sigh...this is happening way too fast. Here I come, Precious!
My little Owen, you're getting to be SO big. Tonight you're going to spend your first night in a big boy bed, in your big boy room, with your big brother. It feels like I was just rocking and nursing you yesterday and then I blinked. What happened?
This is definitely a bitter sweet development. You, of course, couldn't be more excited. For months, every time we've said it's time to go to bed you 1) protest and then 2) go running into Caleb's room and climb onto the bottom bunk. In theory, you're ready. There is this whole bigger issue, though, of the freedom that you're suddenly going to have and whether or not you're going to be able to handle it well. That's the part that makes Mommy and Daddy nervous! Take this morning, for instance. Here I sit, enjoying the peace and quiet in my house. It's 8:30 and Caleb is quietly watching cartoons in the other room, Zach is still savoring his day to sleep in and you are still in your crib. You're awake, but playing quietly and happily. In my mind, this is bliss. Tomorrow, though, could be a whole new world. The second your eyes pop open, you'll have the freedom to climb out of bed on your own. Once you're a little older it won't be bad, because you'll probably be more interested in doing things like big brother - either playing in your room or watching cartoons. For now, though, you want to be right in the middle of everything Mommy and Daddy are doing. So, if we're trying to enjoy our last few moments of lingering in bed, I'm sure there'll be nothing you'll want to do more than:
a) bounce on top of us
b) burrow under the covers
c) pull open the curtains
d) all of the above (i.e. the most likely to occur)
I'm sure we'll have our rough moments, but before I know it, they'll pass and you'll be a pro at being my big boy. My mommihood mantra that's gotten me through more than a few breaking points has been that "this, too, shall pass". The thing is, though, it's a catch 22. At times like these I also have to remember that everything is passing - the challenges and the good. Neither are going away, entirely, just changing. Some new challenge is sure to rear its ugly head. Some new big boy accomplishment will bring us joy. (Potty training, maybe? No pressure...or maybe just a little!)
Anyways. I love you so, my little O. You're finally calling for me..."Momma, Mommy! I so 'wake! Let's go! My grow up!" (It's how you refer to getting up in the morning.) Sigh...this is happening way too fast. Here I come, Precious!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Break my heart...
...why don't ya?Owen, you've gone to day care 4 times now. It's a great place with wonderful people, fun toys and a great environment. Each time you've gone, though, I've had to physically hand you over to someone and walk out the door while you cry for me. I don't know if I've ever felt anything worse. I want to burst into tears and run back to get you, but I know that neither action would help either one of us.
People say that you'll stop this behavior, but I'm not so sure. You still do the same thing every Sunday when I take you to the nursery. Each time, at church and day care, they say that it only takes about a minute before you're completely calm, happy and playing. I'm not sure why you do it. Just for attention? Do you really want me? You're always SO busy enjoying yourself at play when I return. I actually even have a hard time getting you out of there. So why the torment, Precious? I'm glad this will only be necessary for the next few months. I know we both need some time on my own every once in a while, but I think this might be too high a price to pay.
You're breaking my heart!
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