I think that is the theme of my life these days - Double Trouble. I remember pondering what it would be like to have two children - whether they would play together and provide more overall peace, or whether it would be a constant battle of breaking up fights. Now that I have two, and both the same age, I can see that it's somewhere in between. But not really like an average...more like a see saw with it rotating between extremes. Some days I just find myself watching them in loving awe as they trip over themselves to share and be nice. And some days I just want to smack them on the back of the head for being mean to each other. On fun days, it switches hourly!
But more really is merrier, and watching the two of them with their different personalities and varying strengths, it just gets better by the day. This morning I hear that the teacher at school just raved about how smart they both were - how they know so much more than the other kids in the class, and I just melt with pride over them.
I'm feeling luckier by the day :)
9.30.2008
9.24.2008
And it rolls around again
I can tell fall is here, or almost here. We already have the first of those large dew covered spider webs placed conspicuously on the eaves. And one on the rose bush by the driveway. Just when you become accustomed to walking around where they left last night's meal trap, they move it just for fun, I think.
Tonight we'll pack up and head off to the park to play with Lucy, picnic dinner in hand. In a few short weeks that same playground will be blanketed with oak and maple leaves, the trees leaving their dirty laundry for the wind to distribute as it will. One holiday after another will keep us all busy the next few months. I think its designed that way to keep us distracted while the flowers stop blooming and fade away, and the breezes turn from warm friendly waves to tiny prickled fingers on our cheeks.
Another birthday is coming up! I look back to this time last year, and realize my wobbly little toddler is turning into quite the "boy" now. We're teaching him to spell different words, to do some basic addition, and every time he rattles off some amazingly right answer, I am forced to let go a little more of my baby crush on him. I want to go back and delete every aggravated post I ever wrote on here where I complained about waking up for nighttime feedings. I want to take back every time I groaned when I picked up his 15 lb chubby lovely self, wishing he would start walking soon.
He's going to be 4 in 9 days. Four years of waking up to that smile, fourteen more to go.
I think I mentioned we've been singing "The Gambler" before bed each night. Already he knows most of the words and sings along with me. I beg each night to start a different song, and each night he forces the same one on me. Last night somewhere in the middle, I started smiling while I was singing. It was dark and we could barely see each other, but he heard it in my voice and reached out and touched my lips to make sure. Then I saw him smiling back, and when the last line came around, I let him do it solo, as I often do. Then he rolled over on top of me and squeezed his arms around my neck. "You can't get up, mommy". "I bet I can!," I said. And I pretend to exert all my energy without luck. He giggles and finally I shoved him back over to his side and we say our goodnights. What will our little routine be by his next birthday? He may even be reading to me each night by then. But I'll still be smiling through it...
Tonight we'll pack up and head off to the park to play with Lucy, picnic dinner in hand. In a few short weeks that same playground will be blanketed with oak and maple leaves, the trees leaving their dirty laundry for the wind to distribute as it will. One holiday after another will keep us all busy the next few months. I think its designed that way to keep us distracted while the flowers stop blooming and fade away, and the breezes turn from warm friendly waves to tiny prickled fingers on our cheeks.
Another birthday is coming up! I look back to this time last year, and realize my wobbly little toddler is turning into quite the "boy" now. We're teaching him to spell different words, to do some basic addition, and every time he rattles off some amazingly right answer, I am forced to let go a little more of my baby crush on him. I want to go back and delete every aggravated post I ever wrote on here where I complained about waking up for nighttime feedings. I want to take back every time I groaned when I picked up his 15 lb chubby lovely self, wishing he would start walking soon.
He's going to be 4 in 9 days. Four years of waking up to that smile, fourteen more to go.
I think I mentioned we've been singing "The Gambler" before bed each night. Already he knows most of the words and sings along with me. I beg each night to start a different song, and each night he forces the same one on me. Last night somewhere in the middle, I started smiling while I was singing. It was dark and we could barely see each other, but he heard it in my voice and reached out and touched my lips to make sure. Then I saw him smiling back, and when the last line came around, I let him do it solo, as I often do. Then he rolled over on top of me and squeezed his arms around my neck. "You can't get up, mommy". "I bet I can!," I said. And I pretend to exert all my energy without luck. He giggles and finally I shoved him back over to his side and we say our goodnights. What will our little routine be by his next birthday? He may even be reading to me each night by then. But I'll still be smiling through it...
9.16.2008
Last night before bed, we laid there and talked for a few minutes. He glanced around the room and started in on his favorite pasttime. "Look mommy - I made that lamp for you!!" "Mommy...I made this blanket for you!!!" "I made this animal for you, mommy...do you like it?" He could do this for hours, handing me invisible objects at times, or favorite toys of his own.
He looked at the poster on the wall. "Mommy, I made you a rainbow! And a unicorn!" "Really", I said. "that IS a unicorn up there. Do you know what its called when a horse has wings instead of a horn? Then it's called a 'Pegasus.'"
"No, mommy." He said as if he were correcting an unruly student "That's how you say it in Spa-nish"
He looked at the poster on the wall. "Mommy, I made you a rainbow! And a unicorn!" "Really", I said. "that IS a unicorn up there. Do you know what its called when a horse has wings instead of a horn? Then it's called a 'Pegasus.'"
"No, mommy." He said as if he were correcting an unruly student "That's how you say it in Spa-nish"
9.06.2008
Rock you like a hurricane
Well, we're not getting the actual hurricane, but the remnants are swirling today, bringing lots of rain. And more rain. And some wind. And more rain.
We go out on the stoop and run the bubble machine and watch as the winds carry them far and near. We are all feeling rainy-day lazy.
We go out on the stoop and run the bubble machine and watch as the winds carry them far and near. We are all feeling rainy-day lazy.
9.02.2008
New Beginnings
This morning Brent and Alex ate their pancakes.
They put on nice clothes and new shoes.
They wrestled and got put into time out. Three times in 10 minutes.
They put on their backpacks filled with their daily snack and an old shirt for art.
They walked into pre-school and sat in a line with their new teacher.
They barely turned around to blow kisses as they studied the other kids.
They grew up again, too much for one day. Too much for any day.
They put on nice clothes and new shoes.
They wrestled and got put into time out. Three times in 10 minutes.
They put on their backpacks filled with their daily snack and an old shirt for art.
They walked into pre-school and sat in a line with their new teacher.
They barely turned around to blow kisses as they studied the other kids.
They grew up again, too much for one day. Too much for any day.
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