Friday, February 26, 2010
Then, when I found out I was pregnant with a little girl, Kelley at Personal Pensieve sent me a bunch of headbands and clip on bows that she had made. They were so pretty. All different colors so we could mix and match the colors to coordinate with her outfits. I set them aside in a drawer for Grace to use, though I still wasn't sure how much use they would get.
The other day I pulled them out of Grace's drawer for the first time and OH. MY. WORD. Look what I've been missing out on!
I guess those headbands and ribbons will get a lot of use after all (thanks again, Kelley!).
But, I'm STILL not gonna let her wear a bikini or pierce her ears. So there!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I sat in the hospital room holding you and riding a high of love. Despite the pain and the late hour I couldn't go to sleep. Your eyes were wide open too and you stared from daddy to me and back to daddy again as you followed our conversation. As I held you I wondered, "Who is this little person?" It was all so foreign to me. This immense love for a person I had never even met before. My son. I had no idea what I was doing, but you made it all seem so easy.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
You are the most mild mannered, patient, sweet, charming, lovable and loving, feisty and funny, smiley and snuggly, smart and gorgeous baby girl that ever existed. Not that we are prejudice. It is just the truth.
To your brothers the day does not begin with the rising of the sun. They day begins with the rising of their Grace. The minute you awake the boys are smiling and cooing at you. They sing you songs, fetch your toys, and fight over who gets to hold you first.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Then again, I think the tooth fairy is a bit more, how shall I say it, CHEAP, at this house than others. Joey came home from school and told me that the tooth fairy left his friend TEN DOLLARS. Sheesh! I suspect the exchanged tooth was made of GOLD. In this house the first tooth warrants a two dollar reward and all following teeth a dollar. I still thought that was a hefty price. Goes to show what I know. I am starting to second guess that now.
I wonder if our local bank gives out tooth fairy loans. Hmm...
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Your smile makes me smile.
You still fit in my lap.
I am so thankful.
You are still my little boy.
But, how can it be?
How can you be three?
My baby boy.
Still, so much my baby.
But growing every day.
You are spirited.
You are funny, and kind, and silly.
You are a quick to forgive,
and always willing to snuggle.
You are my baby boy.
And always will be.
I am so thankful there is a day to celebrate wonderful you.
Happy birthday, my darling boy.
I am so proud of you.
I love you.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
(Tommy and Todd going down hand in hand)
(Ben going down with Todd)
Thursday, February 4, 2010
I was sitting on the floor with Grace when Joey said to me, "Mom, do you know how dinosaurs have babies?"
"How do they have babies, Joe?" I said playing along.
Joey happily responded, "They lay eggs."
"That's right!" I confirmed.
"They lay eggs out of their dinosaur paginas." Joe stated.
Oh sheesh. I wasn't expecting that. "Do you mean vaginas?" I asked.
"Yeah. Paginas." he said again.
"That's Va-ginas. With a V. Vaginas. And I don't know if it works that way, Joe." I corrected.
"Oh yeah. That's how it works!" he was quick to tell me.
"No. What I mean is I don't know if dinosaurs have vaginas. Todd, does it say that in there???" I asked, a bit taken aback.
"Um, no. No it doesn't." Todd answered.
"Uh-huh! That's how it works! They have VA-ginas!" Joey said again.
Tommy quickly jumped to Joey's defense and said, "Uh-huh! The GIRL dinosaurs do! They hab the baginas!"
"Yeah! The GIRL dinosaurs have VA-ginas." Joey agreed.
Sigh. "Boys, what I'm trying to say is that I don't know if they are called vaginas." I said growing more and more tired of this conversation.
"Uh-huh! They are! They are called paginas. I mean, VA-ginas! And they lay eggs!" Joey said positively.
Finally, having had enough of this crazy talk, Ben couldn't take it anymore and yelled, "STOP IT! STOP IT! Your gonna gib me nightmares!"
Me too, Ben. Me too!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
We thought they were beautiful, but maybe a bit rude. They walked all over every one's yards like they owned them.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I feel much the same way. Although without the red, spiky hair. It is crazy hair day at school today and I did the same KoolAid trick I did last year. It is such a quick, easy (although messy) way to dye hair, and the boys like the way it smells.
So, as I mentioned, Phil saw his shadow today. I guess that means six more weeks of winter. Technically, the first day of spring is 6 weeks away so don't we always get six more weeks of winter no matter what Phil sees? Especially in Wisconsin. We have such long winters. Ah well. I really can't complain because so far this winter has been very mild. We have not had very much snow or many horribly cold days. Not like last year. That was a harsh winter and it seemed to last FOREVER.
The weather is supposed to be mild again this weekend so we are considering taking the boys up north to teach them how to ski. There is a family friendly ski hill right by Todd's family's cabin and it is the perfect place for the boys to learn. Every year we say we are going to take the boys skiing, but this year we are actually going to do it. And, it will make for a wonderful birthday weekend for Ben. His birthday is on Monday and there is no place that kid would rather be than up north at the cabin. It is a win/win.
Maybe six more weeks of winter isn't such a bad thing after all.
Words To Live By
A new day that you have never lived before.
Twenty-four new, fresh, unexplored hours to use usefully and profitably.
We can squander, neglect, or use them.
Life will be richer or poorer by the way we use today.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could;
some blunders and absurdities crept in;
forget them as soon as you can.
Tomorrow is a new day.
You shall begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be
encumbered with your old nonsense.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson