Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Letter to Isaac


Dear Isaac,

I'm lying in bed, with you, sandwiched between me and your brother.  Daddy's out of town and I've always pulled Boston into bed with me when he leaves, but the last few trips I've pulled you in too.  You're getting older bud.  More privileges, more responsibilities, more siblings, more everything.  There are only 4 of you so technically we don't have a middle child. But, because your youngest siblings are twins I feel like you're our middle.  Boston's the oldest, the twins are the youngest.

And as my middle child, tonight, I just felt the strong urge to let you know that you matter.  I see you.  I love you.  I notice you.  I respect every little thing that makes you you.  I hope you never feel lost in the shuffle.  I hope you always know how important you are to the very foundation of our family.  Without an Isaac our family wouldn't be nearly as fun, and silly, and thoughtful.  Your brother would be missing his best friend.  Your sisters would miss you teaching them everything you know. Your Dad would miss the love and hugs you pour out on him (you fill his cup with so much love) And I would miss all of the beautifully colored pictures, completed puzzles strewn about the house, and imaginative conversations we have together.

At this very young age what I see in you is,
patience.  So much patience.
A forgiving heart.
A caring friend.
An engineering mind.

At only 4 years old, there are so many more layers of Zekey to unravel and get to know and I can't wait for all of it.

I just wanted you to know it's a pure joy raising you.  I love you beyond.


Thursday, January 5, 2017

Letter to Rowan

Dear Rowy,

Happy birthday darling girl!  You're two!!!  And you know it!  You are filling in those britches a little more every day.  Mama threw you a tea party that we invited Stella, Abby, and Pippa to, and you and Rmei were quite the little ladies. I wanted you to understand last night that your birthday was today, so I told you that I'd be giving you balloons.  You knew to be excited about that and the rest of the afternoon and morning you behaved like a lady.  While I put braids in your hair you sat perfectly still and when I pulled out your new Freshly Picked moccasins , you promptly sat on your bum to put them on.  You and sister wished eachother multiple happy birthdays and showed off your pretty hair.

 Things I don't want  to forget about you at two:
You have developed a very spicey side.  Full of stubborn, independent goodness.
You love to climb on the counters and the dresser in your bedroom, and somehow you convince sister to join you.
You have a deep belly laugh I can't get enough of.
You love your brothers and will often ask Boston to comfort you.
You're a Mama's girl.
You love your blankie.
When Daddy comes home you shout, "Dada!!!"
You and sister can't say Remi so you both call each other Rowy.  But you do answer to the correct names.
I love hearing you say,
"dop it!" (stop it)
"ok Mama"
"Gank ooo babies" (Thank you baby).
"BACK" (be right back)

I love you and your extra silly little nature so much. You're beautiful and smart and just delightful  tlittle Row!  We love you so so much!


Letter To Remington

Dear Remi,

Happy Birthday baby doll!!!  You're two!  How did this happen?  You've grown so so fast.  You definitely keep me on my toes!  We had a really fun day today.  The brothers and Bonkie got you out of bed and we lit candles on your breakfast muffin.  Then we had a tea party with your 3 dear friends, Pippa, Stella, and Abby.  It was quite an elegant affair for a group of 2 and 3 year old girls.

Things I want to remember about you:
You give the sweetest loves to me and Daddy.  Daddy GOBBLES them up.
You're a Mama's girl.
You love Rowan and will put her first if she's sad.  You won't go to bed without her, or stay up if she's in bed.  You MUST be together. You also won't accept a treat without one for Rowan too. :)
You're talking lots with new words and sentences every day.  Right now we love hearing,
"I don't yike it" (I don't like it)
"I wuv you Mama"
"Mama.  Weed."  (Mama. Read.)
"I SACK" (Isaac)
You switch with Rowan, but lately you have been the little mother of you two.

Reading at night together from Anne Of Green Gables, Little Princess, and Little Women
Sucking your thumb.
I love your smile when you're feeling pretty.
I love your strut when you're feeling big.
I love your growl when you're feeling angry or silly or ferocious.
I love the way you give me Beijos and grab my face tight and look back at me, then dive in for big kisses and huggies.

I love you so much.  You're beautiful and funny and smart and kind and our whole family could not love you more!

Happy Birthday baby girl!


Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Letter To Boston: 6 years!

Dear Bosty,

I don't call you Bosty much anymore, but something about opening up this oldie but a goodie blog, and writing you a letter, makes me feel like this letter should be written to my Bosty. :)

5 was a great year for you.  You grew so much.  We shared our last year of preschool together with Isaac and Charlie too.  We had so much fun in preschool.  I will always treasure those memories with you.  You started kindergarten about 3 weeks ago!  It's had some big ups and some downs. There's a color system in your class, and you get to be on a certain color based on your behavior, so you can travel from the very bottom, red, to the very top, pink based on your choices.  We had the nicest talk in your rocking chair tonight and part of it was about this color system.  You like the colors.  You like the challenge and knowing where you're at and trying to reach big color goals.

Tonight I told you that you are not your color and I asked if you knew that.  You said you did, and that if you're on red, you're not a red boy, etc... I asked if you knew what color you are no matter what.  And you smiled and I said, "Pink!"  (That's the highest color you can reach).  I told you that no matter what you are a pink boy.  We are all pink people!  We came here with an unchangeable worth because we are children of Heavenly Father and that makes us Kings and Queens.  I said that we can choose to match our choices to who we are, but we are always pink, even when making a red choice.  Then we talked about my day and I said I thought I probably had a yellow Mom day (yellow is a stop and think about it color) and you said you think I had a red day (that's go to the Principles office).  haha!  I told you I'm gonna aim for a good solid purple tomorrow (the color just below pink.  Let's not set myself up for failure!) and you said you were gonna aim for pink.

We talked and talked about school, and your feelings, and your friends, and your thoughts and my thoughts, and it was honestly one of the nicest conversations I've had with anyone in a long time.  I just love the person that you are.  I love being apart of your life.  I love sharing all of these firsts with you.  This whole 6 year old in school business has pulled at my heart strings in a big way.  I feel everything for you in the biggest ways.  I miss you big.  I feel sad for you big.  I'm proud of you big. I love you big!  So big.   You're awesome Boston.  I'm so glad you're mine.


Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Letter to Isaac: 4 Years of Isaac

Dear Isaac,

You just turned 4 years old!  4 years with you in our lives?!  It's been a happy, silly, wild, fun, cuddly 4 years.  :)  You insisted this year that you didn't want a friend party, but every now and then you would change your mind.  I asked you what your worry was about a friend party and you explained,
Everyone's going to eat my cake, and my candy, and play with my presents!
Ha! I decided that you still might really enjoy a friend party, so I threw you one anyway and we did a family party on Sunday with just Nana and Papa (At your request).  Your party was a blast and you were excited about it all day.  We picked you out 3 special balloons. Seahawk shirt, Star Wars, and Minions.  You came downstairs to a decorated house, your special red cup and bowl and a box of Finding Dory cereal (that you had picked out) on the table.  We gobbled up breakfast and then I headed to Island park where I decorated the pavilion and buried dinosaurs for the big Dino Dig!
You had a VERY happy party with a dinosaur dig, and rootbeer floats and fun dinosaur presents.  I made you your own special cake (so you wouldn't have to share) and all of your friends ate Dino Dirt Cups (chocolate pudding and oreos).  So we avoided all of your worries.  You didn't have to share your cake, there was no candy so no one ate any, and we didn't take your toys out of the box at the park, so you didn't even have to share!  What are birthdays for if not for making dreams come true. :)
You had a great day and on Sunday we formed a giant cuddle pit on two couches with daddy and ate popcorn and watched your movie of choice, Goosebumps.  For dinner you requested hot dogs so we had just that and for dessert we ate a sour cream, lemon pie that you picked out.  :)  I think you had a really happy day and a very happy party.

Mom and Dad got you a robot dinosaur
The girls got you a dinosaur spike helmet
Boston got you an avenger dart gun.

You've thoroughly enjoyed all of your presents. :)

If I had to describe you in one word, I think I'd say, individual.  You march to the beat of your own drum and I love this about you.  You always have a plan and are very focused on whatever it is you're doing.  You love playing sports and pretend in the back yard, but you also love legos, puzzles and action figures.  Your favorite pastime by far is still reading books.  You love your friends and get excited to go play, but you also like having time to play by yourself.  You love making people laugh and you're really good at it.  My friends and I are constantly cracking up at your goofy, witty, silly personality.  You LOVE to learn and are very curious...about EVERYTHING.  Hence your love of reading.  You're tender hearted and very very sweet with your sisters.  Constantly looking out for their safety and making sure they don't get hurt, or break any rules.  I could listen to you talk all day long.  I love the way you speak and the funny thoughts that pass through your brilliant little mind.

Dad has SUCH a soft spot for you.  He is always looking out for his Zekey boy.  We both love our cuddles from you.  Lately you've been asking Mom to tell you a story at bedtime, or you've been saying you want me to tuck you in and it melts my heart.  This year we've started swim lessons and workouts at the gym with mom (while we wait for Boston's swim lessons to be over).  It's been so fun.  We also will start our first Co op preschool in 1 month!  You're very excited to do preschool with friends and so am I!  I can't wait to watch you grow another year older, taller, smarter, sillier, and sweeter.  We love you soooooooooooo much Isaac!  Our lives would be so dull without you in it!



Saturday, May 28, 2016

Letter to Boston

Dear Bosty,

Hey Bud.  I love you so much.  You're 5 years old and my biggest helper.  You played soccer this year and loved it.  You were good too!  You were by far the fastest and you loved it.  I really enjoyed watching you play.  I loved at the end of the season how you learned to pass and be a great team player.  for the last 2 years I've taught you preschool and in a couple weeks it's all over!  Boss!  What am I gonna do without you?  You'll be in full day kindergarten in a few months. We just had your orientation and you were very nervous, but excited.  I watched you shake the teachers hands like a big boy and It hit me how old you are getting.  How are you not a toddler anymore?  This is nuts.

When we sat down at orientation, there was a long presentation and you leaned over and said, "This is gonna be hard to be good".  I assured you that kindergarten would not be like this Adult centered presentation. :)  You're one of a kind Boss.  When it rains, you point out it's precipitating, you love cars and sports and anything that will make you move fast, but you'll always slow down to hold, kiss, or care for a sister.  I don't even have to ask you to look out for the sisters, you just do it all on your own.

I'm gonna miss seeing your cute face all day next year.  We'll be lost without you.  But I'll get through knowing how much fun you're having.

I love you Boston.  So much.

Love, Momma.

Letter to Isaac

Hey Dude,

You are 3 years old and sometime I feel like you're about 12.  There's no chub left on you!  You're just all big boy now, with your cute Zekey voice and buzzed hair and long legs.  Somehow you've never stopped being my baby.  Maybe it's because you hold that position dear, or maybe it's because you're my baby boy, but you and I still eat up our cuddle time together and you looove to be babied.  You're also becoming such a big boy by being a bigger helper around the house, helping with the sisters, and being so very gentle and sweet with them.

Dad and I love this stage with you.  It might be your cutest yet.  You say the funniest things and we LOVE getting glimpses into your little mind.  I love your confidence.  The other day we walked into a building and you introduced our entire group to the first man we met. And I don't know if I would call this a skill but you're a great little liar.  You have no qualms about it.   I also love that you know your needs and take time for yourself, to play at your own pace, making up your own rules.  The quickest way to your heart is still asking you to cuddle up and read a book together.

You're a charmer Zeke.  People kinda fall head over heals for ya, there's just something about you. :)

We love you so much Zekeybooo!

Love,  Momma

PS:  Just now you walked up to me and I told you I was writing this letter.  You just said,

"Does it say, naughty Isaac spilt all the noodles?"  and I said, "No.  Did you spill all the noodles?"
You said, yes.  Hmm....