Dearest Isaac,
You turned two today! Two! Can you believe it? I can't. You woke up to a day filled with surprises and you were the star. You had no idea what was going on, but you loved every minute of it. After you opened your presents this morning, Daddy, myself and Bosty stood in a line and sang you happy birthday. It was the first "Happy birthday song" of the day and you were a little confused and felt a little left out. You ran to me, slightly upset, had me pick you up and then sang along with us. We all laughed. :) Brother worked very hard to make the day special for you as well and we teamed up to make your day extra special. Daddy stayed home for breakfast and later on lunch, met us at the Trampoline park to watch you jump for a bit.
You had a wonderful day and I hope you felt as special as you are. You are a light in our home. We love you so much more than you could ever know. You are forever Daddy's little pal, Mommy's chubby baby, and Boston's best friend. Here are our favorite things about you,
Mine is that you are a cuddle bug. You need Mommy "loves" and I soak it all up. This morning at 5 am you crawled in my bed and cuddled right up to me, just like when you were first born. It reminded me that 2 years ago at 6 am, I awoke from bed with contractions strong enough I could no longer sleep. I calmly got ready for the day and by 9 am Daddy and I arrived at the hospital laughing and talking with excitement. By noon you were born. :) All 7 lbs 14 ounces of you. I instantly fell in love with your big blue eyes and all that dark hair with the same hair line as Curious George.
Daddy's favorite thing is your fun energy and your sweet kindness.
Bosty's favorite thing is how much you make him laugh. He thinks you're the funniest, cutest kid around.
Your a fierce little man that goes about life with intensity, but you also can be so gentle and snuggly and calm and focused. You're a brilliant little boy with an amazing vocabulary and a never ending list of phrases and antics picked up from brother. I can't wait to see how you continue to live this precious life of yours.
We love you Darling boy!
Love,
Momma
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Friday, August 1, 2014
Letter to Boston: Bad days
Dear Boston,
Yesterday was a bad day for the two of us. You struggled to be a good listener and I struggled to be a good not-yeller. :) In other words, Mommy yelled a lot and you disobeyed a lot. It made for a pretty crummy day. One of those days where you didn't feel much like being a kid, and I didn't feel much like being a Mom.
But even on our very worst days we have our moments where I remember how much I like that you're mine and I think you feel the same. When Zekey went down for his nap I laid out pillows and blankets on my floor and set you up with Donald Duck, while I tried to nap in my bed. Before I laid down I looked at your little face and you looked so defeated. I asked you how you were feeling.
"I feel sad".
I asked you why.
"Because you were mean to me today".
I crawled up next to you and we laid together and just stared at each other for awhile. We both cried and hugged and apologized. We talked about our struggles with yelling and not listening. We agreed to try harder. Then we hugged some more. Once Daddy got home our day went much better. You went to bed without a struggle and we all got some sleep. Then at 3:00 in the morning you wandered into our room, up to my side of the bed.
"Momma my feet hurt". You change shoe sizes every couple months and as a result of your super speedy growing body, your feet and calves often hurt you. You know the routine. You crawled up in my bed and we laid at opposite ends while I massaged your feet. You kept crying and asked if I would sing to you. I sang and massaged, but those growing pains wouldn't go away. I ran downstairs and grabbed you some medicine. Then I continued to massage and sing until you fell asleep. I carried you to your room and didn't see you again until the sun was up.
This morning you had lots of extra kisses, I love you's, and hugs to give me. I think you were telling me you're glad to be mine and I was reminded how grateful I am to be your Mom. Even on the hard days. And especially on the hard nights, when you just need your Momma to sing to you. :)
I love you bud,
Love, Momma
Yesterday was a bad day for the two of us. You struggled to be a good listener and I struggled to be a good not-yeller. :) In other words, Mommy yelled a lot and you disobeyed a lot. It made for a pretty crummy day. One of those days where you didn't feel much like being a kid, and I didn't feel much like being a Mom.
But even on our very worst days we have our moments where I remember how much I like that you're mine and I think you feel the same. When Zekey went down for his nap I laid out pillows and blankets on my floor and set you up with Donald Duck, while I tried to nap in my bed. Before I laid down I looked at your little face and you looked so defeated. I asked you how you were feeling.
"I feel sad".
I asked you why.
"Because you were mean to me today".
I crawled up next to you and we laid together and just stared at each other for awhile. We both cried and hugged and apologized. We talked about our struggles with yelling and not listening. We agreed to try harder. Then we hugged some more. Once Daddy got home our day went much better. You went to bed without a struggle and we all got some sleep. Then at 3:00 in the morning you wandered into our room, up to my side of the bed.
"Momma my feet hurt". You change shoe sizes every couple months and as a result of your super speedy growing body, your feet and calves often hurt you. You know the routine. You crawled up in my bed and we laid at opposite ends while I massaged your feet. You kept crying and asked if I would sing to you. I sang and massaged, but those growing pains wouldn't go away. I ran downstairs and grabbed you some medicine. Then I continued to massage and sing until you fell asleep. I carried you to your room and didn't see you again until the sun was up.
This morning you had lots of extra kisses, I love you's, and hugs to give me. I think you were telling me you're glad to be mine and I was reminded how grateful I am to be your Mom. Even on the hard days. And especially on the hard nights, when you just need your Momma to sing to you. :)
I love you bud,
Love, Momma
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