Things are fantastic here in us-ville.
Drew had an awesome birthday party...filled with lots of hugs.
and we shared the rest of the Memorial Day weekend with family.
Then I began my 5-week suicide class which, as it turns out, isn't about suicide but makes you want to commit the act. The course is normally 16 weeks but it packaged into this little ditty called a summer session. Summer session = torture (and 3 credits!)
BUT I still want to spend time with my hubby and son so I am trying to exist on less than 6 hours a night.
I figure I did it for Drew's first year of life, I can certainly hang in there for the next 4 weeks, right? RIGHT? Sorry, caffeine.
Anywho....Brian, as usual, has stepped up to play with Drew while I study and I hear the most adorable daddy-son conversations and laugher which makes me love him so...but makes me jealous that I can not be in there playing with "action figures!" as Drew shrieks. One of their most adorable exchanges involved Drew's bowling set, which is about 8 inches in height. He rolled the ball and got a strike. Brian did it while sitting down, because it isn't a very tall set. Andrew then notified him that he had cheated because he wasn't standing up. Drew wins, by default. It was so adorable.
No, I don't have pictures...I was doing homework. Sheesh.
I do have a cute pic of Drew's haircut....we went on Friday. The red on his face is facepaiting from his field day at school.
Summertime...summertime..sum...sum..summertime...summer-ttiiiimmmeeeee.....
Things are fantastic here in us-ville.
Drew had an awesome birthday party...filled with lots of hugs.
and we shared the rest of the Memorial Day weekend with family.
Then I began my 5-week suicide class which, as it turns out, isn't about suicide but makes you want to commit the act. The course is normally 16 weeks but it packaged into this little ditty called a summer session. Summer session = torture (and 3 credits!)
BUT I still want to spend time with my hubby and son so I am trying to exist on less than 6 hours a night.
I figure I did it for Drew's first year of life, I can certainly hang in there for the next 4 weeks, right? RIGHT? Sorry, caffeine.
Anywho....Brian, as usual, has stepped up to play with Drew while I study and I hear the most adorable daddy-son conversations and laugher which makes me love him so...but makes me jealous that I can not be in there playing with "action figures!" as Drew shrieks. One of their most adorable exchanges involved Drew's bowling set, which is about 8 inches in height. He rolled the ball and got a strike. Brian did it while sitting down, because it isn't a very tall set. Andrew then notified him that he had cheated because he wasn't standing up. Drew wins, by default. It was so adorable.
No, I don't have pictures...I was doing homework. Sheesh.
I do have a cute pic of Drew's haircut....we went on Friday. The red on his face is facepaiting from his field day at school.
Summertime...summertime..sum...sum..summertime...summer-ttiiiimmmeeeee.....
These milestones don’t get any easier.
It is harder for me to look at you now and see the baby I held in my arms not so long ago. It causes me to go looking for photos on the computer to remind myself that you weren’t always so big, so independent, so you.
Maybe it is because you rarely act like a young child. The other day, I was so frustrated and you sat down on the floor next to me and hugged me. You reached around and patted my back saying, “shhhhhhh.” It was hard to stay serious after you switched roles with me. I laughed, you laughed and life moved on.
You are so self aware now. You want a say in what we do, what you eat, what you wear. Gone is the laid back child of 3. The grocery store was suddenly “so boring” the other day. I informed you that you could pick out a dessert and it was again an interesting place to go. You constantly make deals with us, earning things you want and activities you enjoy. It is fun to plan out those things with you and create the ways you can earn your next reward. I think it makes you appreciate everything you get so much more.
When an adult asks us a question, you speak right up now. At Pottery Barn, a sales person asked if we needed help. Instead of my question about decorative dishtowels – he was asked to help you find a toy shark. Not a real shark, you clarified for him, “A pretend one”. You were so authoritative that he picked up some stainless steel sea urchins and offered them as a compromise. You tell the cashiers at stores what you’ve chosen and why. It is funny to see people react to your clear, matter-of-fact explanations that make you seem years beyond your age.
You are such a cross between big boy and baby. When we finally got a toy shark, you were carrying it along with a spider man movie, a balloon, and stuffed bunny. No worries sweetheart, I don’t want to let go of the little guy either. Just straddle the years in between until you are ready. No hurry.
A few weeks ago, you stopped relying on your pull-ups and we stopped buying them, using big-boy underpants at night. The first few nights went great but since then, we’ve taken a few steps back. It is frustrating for us because you wake soaked in the wee hours of the morning. This means I have to get up and change your sheets and wash your mattress cover. It is worth it to reach this milestone, though. The reason, you told us, is that there are ghosts and wolves in the house at night and you worry about walking to the bathroom alone. We let you pick out some nightlights and hope the path we’ve illuminated will make you less fearful of the darkness.
You want to know why. Why, why, why and why again. Often, you know why and when we turn the tables and ask you, we are so thrilled to hear your reasoning. You take what we give you and expand on it. You are fascinated by everything and see life as one huge learning opportunity. It is tough, I admit, to remain patient after the 400th why of the day. We try.
You also love stories. You call the scary ones, bad stories. A good story is a happy one. It is funny to hear you categorize a story as good or bad and request it that way. “Mommy, tell me a bad story about the dinosaur and the dragon.” “Mommy, tell me the good story about the boy named Billy.” Then sometimes, “Mommy, I want a new story…tell me one (sees a cat) about a cat!”
There are few days that go by without hysterical laughter in our house. The kind that makes your sides hurt. You and your new puppy are constant entertainment. You make us smile even more often and you make us so proud. When you teach me something you don’t think I already know, or you want to help do something I’ve always done for you…it just reminds me that you are growing. You are growing into the most amazing little guy I have ever known and we are so enjoying this journey.
We love you more than you will ever know…and as you turn 4, I can only imagine our next adventures together.
Happy Birthday, baby. You’ll always be my baby…no matter how many years may pass or how big you become.
I love you so!
These milestones don’t get any easier.
It is harder for me to look at you now and see the baby I held in my arms not so long ago. It causes me to go looking for photos on the computer to remind myself that you weren’t always so big, so independent, so you.
Maybe it is because you rarely act like a young child. The other day, I was so frustrated and you sat down on the floor next to me and hugged me. You reached around and patted my back saying, “shhhhhhh.” It was hard to stay serious after you switched roles with me. I laughed, you laughed and life moved on.
You are so self aware now. You want a say in what we do, what you eat, what you wear. Gone is the laid back child of 3. The grocery store was suddenly “so boring” the other day. I informed you that you could pick out a dessert and it was again an interesting place to go. You constantly make deals with us, earning things you want and activities you enjoy. It is fun to plan out those things with you and create the ways you can earn your next reward. I think it makes you appreciate everything you get so much more.
When an adult asks us a question, you speak right up now. At Pottery Barn, a sales person asked if we needed help. Instead of my question about decorative dishtowels – he was asked to help you find a toy shark. Not a real shark, you clarified for him, “A pretend one”. You were so authoritative that he picked up some stainless steel sea urchins and offered them as a compromise. You tell the cashiers at stores what you’ve chosen and why. It is funny to see people react to your clear, matter-of-fact explanations that make you seem years beyond your age.
You are such a cross between big boy and baby. When we finally got a toy shark, you were carrying it along with a spider man movie, a balloon, and stuffed bunny. No worries sweetheart, I don’t want to let go of the little guy either. Just straddle the years in between until you are ready. No hurry.
A few weeks ago, you stopped relying on your pull-ups and we stopped buying them, using big-boy underpants at night. The first few nights went great but since then, we’ve taken a few steps back. It is frustrating for us because you wake soaked in the wee hours of the morning. This means I have to get up and change your sheets and wash your mattress cover. It is worth it to reach this milestone, though. The reason, you told us, is that there are ghosts and wolves in the house at night and you worry about walking to the bathroom alone. We let you pick out some nightlights and hope the path we’ve illuminated will make you less fearful of the darkness.
You want to know why. Why, why, why and why again. Often, you know why and when we turn the tables and ask you, we are so thrilled to hear your reasoning. You take what we give you and expand on it. You are fascinated by everything and see life as one huge learning opportunity. It is tough, I admit, to remain patient after the 400th why of the day. We try.
You also love stories. You call the scary ones, bad stories. A good story is a happy one. It is funny to hear you categorize a story as good or bad and request it that way. “Mommy, tell me a bad story about the dinosaur and the dragon.” “Mommy, tell me the good story about the boy named Billy.” Then sometimes, “Mommy, I want a new story…tell me one (sees a cat) about a cat!”
There are few days that go by without hysterical laughter in our house. The kind that makes your sides hurt. You and your new puppy are constant entertainment. You make us smile even more often and you make us so proud. When you teach me something you don’t think I already know, or you want to help do something I’ve always done for you…it just reminds me that you are growing. You are growing into the most amazing little guy I have ever known and we are so enjoying this journey.
We love you more than you will ever know…and as you turn 4, I can only imagine our next adventures together.
Happy Birthday, baby. You’ll always be my baby…no matter how many years may pass or how big you become.
I love you so!
It is tough for me to talk about my feelings for my mom without crying. She and I share the oh-my-goodness-I-can-not-talk-about-the-love-without-crying gene. It is certainly hereditary.
That being said, I can not look at my son at times without bawling in a much more hysterical oh-my-goodness-I-love-this-kid-more-than-life-itself way. Can't be done.
So, on Mother's Day...I become an ad for Kleenex...slobbering and sputtering and mascara everywhere. I write out cards and cry and then I receive my cards and cry some more.
So, today...the day AFTER Mother's Day....I can't get emotional again. I am emotionally spent.
I'll try to keep this post mild for you...cause chances are you've been a bit emotional too.
I wanted to do something special this year for my mom. She is retired but works a few hours most days as a Nonna, playing with her grandson and picking him up from school. She is part of the reason why I got an A+ in my online class because she kept Drew while I took my exams. She is awesome and I love her to bits.
This year we, my brothers and their families and mine, bought my parents a beautiful fountain for their yard. It was a combined Mother's/Father's Day present. Drew wanted to pick out something sparkly for his Nonna too, so we bought her a pretty necklace and blouse for her lady luncheons.
Brian surprised the heck out of my with a beautiful necklace. It is the mother and child in an embrace and a diamond sparkling between them. Absolutely one of the sweetest things he has ever done for me. I guess that is as good an analogy for the love between a mother and child as you can get. A diamond. Unbreakable, eternal...
Last night I also found out that we are not having as much luck as I'd hoped in bringing another child into the world. It was a tough late-night realization and I can't say much more about it without crying. So I won't.
In short, my Mother's Day had a lot of highs and lows and a few in betweens.
And...because I don't want to leave you with that depressing thought...
Here is a high from the weekend - we got a puppy for Andrew!
His name is Bailey and he is already part of the family.
Now, how cute is that?
It is tough for me to talk about my feelings for my mom without crying. She and I share the oh-my-goodness-I-can-not-talk-about-the-love-without-crying gene. It is certainly hereditary.
That being said, I can not look at my son at times without bawling in a much more hysterical oh-my-goodness-I-love-this-kid-more-than-life-itself way. Can't be done.
So, on Mother's Day...I become an ad for Kleenex...slobbering and sputtering and mascara everywhere. I write out cards and cry and then I receive my cards and cry some more.
So, today...the day AFTER Mother's Day....I can't get emotional again. I am emotionally spent.
I'll try to keep this post mild for you...cause chances are you've been a bit emotional too.
I wanted to do something special this year for my mom. She is retired but works a few hours most days as a Nonna, playing with her grandson and picking him up from school. She is part of the reason why I got an A+ in my online class because she kept Drew while I took my exams. She is awesome and I love her to bits.
This year we, my brothers and their families and mine, bought my parents a beautiful fountain for their yard. It was a combined Mother's/Father's Day present. Drew wanted to pick out something sparkly for his Nonna too, so we bought her a pretty necklace and blouse for her lady luncheons.
Brian surprised the heck out of my with a beautiful necklace. It is the mother and child in an embrace and a diamond sparkling between them. Absolutely one of the sweetest things he has ever done for me. I guess that is as good an analogy for the love between a mother and child as you can get. A diamond. Unbreakable, eternal...
Last night I also found out that we are not having as much luck as I'd hoped in bringing another child into the world. It was a tough late-night realization and I can't say much more about it without crying. So I won't.
In short, my Mother's Day had a lot of highs and lows and a few in betweens.
And...because I don't want to leave you with that depressing thought...
Here is a high from the weekend - we got a puppy for Andrew!
His name is Bailey and he is already part of the family.
Now, how cute is that?
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