Dear Isaac,
You are two weeks old today and your due date was just yesterday. You've been in our arms such a short time, but already we can't picture our lives without you. You are so sweet and have a very similar temperament to big brother's. You're a happy, mellow little man and you hardly cry. You smile lots in your sleep and sometimes even with your eyes open. Just like your brother, you're one tough little dude. At one week old you decided it was time to roll over. Your brother did this at 6 weeks. I imagine having a big brother to watch will help you pick up his tricks quickly!
Nursing is one of your favorite past times and we make a good team buddy! Every night I put you to bed in your awesome arms reach co sleeper and the two of us try to catch a few zzz's for a couple hours before you're ready to nurse again. Every now and then you make it 4 + hours without nursing, but usually you like to eat much more often than that. :)
Boston really likes to hold you and help you with your Binky. He loves to touch your hair and give you beijos on your forehead. Whenever he leaves the house he says, "Bye baby" or "Bye Zekey". You and him will be best buddies some day soon and I can't wait to watch your relationship grow.
I never thought I was a very cute baby, but I must of been, because you look exactly like me as a baby and you are stinkin adorable. Your hair is already awesome and you have a ton of it. You have a lot of brother in you, some Daddy, definitely some Mommy and then your own little look on top of it all. You are one handsome little dude, with the perfect amount of chub. Your coloring is much more like Daddy's, but the verdict is still out on your eyes. Will they be blue? Green? Not sure just yet.
You spend most of your days cuddled up to me or Grandma (AKA Granbonk), but we're trying to get you a little more tummy time. Today you spent all day cuddled up to Mommy because you were circumcised. You weren't real happy with this experience, but you did great and toughed it out at the Dr.'s. The Dr. normally doesn't let parents be in the room for circumcisions, but I told them I held brother's hands when he got his done and asked if I could do the same with you, so they said ok. The Dr. said maybe they should start letting parents come back, because usually children scream bloody murder the whole time they're strapped down on the table. You cried a little, but were calmed by me holding your hands and kissing your cheeks. I even sang a little, just like I did for brother.
I think that's all the highlights from your first two weeks of life. I should probably swaddle you up and put you in bed now, so we can both get some rest...maybe I'll wait a few minutes. You look awful cozy cuddled up on Daddy's chest. :)
Love,
Momma
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Tubes and Adenoids
Dear Boston,
Yesterday you got your adenoids taken out and tubes put in both ears. These are both pretty simple procedures but they had to put you under general anesthesia for them. Mommy was really nervous about you going under, but lots of friends and family were praying for you. As big as you're getting and as old as you seem, any time I thought of you in surgery (albeit "mini" surgery) you just seemed like a tiny, tiny baby. Daddy wasn't so nervous. He knew you would be just fine.
So yesterday we woke you up early and brought you to the surgery center. You were in a very happy mood, but not as happy as when the nurse gave you some "happy medicine" to calm your little nerves and make you a little sleepy. We put you in a mini yellow gown with your little diaper bum hanging out the back. :) The nurses told us you might get silly on the medicine and you certainly did. You were a total goof ball and for about an hour before surgery you laid on the bed with Momma laughing and saying, "Hi, hi, hello, hi, hi, hi, DAAADDDDY!!! Hi, hi hi, hi Daddy!!" while waving at me or Daddy. It was pretty funny. When it was time to take you back to the operating room, Daddy and I had to hand you off to a nurse. You gave us big hugs and then went right to the nurse who let you press the button to open the OR doors (this made Mommy extra like her). You didn't cry at all and they said you would be out within a couple minutes of being in the OR.
Daddy and I waited in the waiting room patiently not too worried. The receptionist told us about 10 minutes in that they decided they would in fact be taking out your adenoids which would make the procedure a bit longer. So we waited another 15 minutes and the Dr. walked out to tell us everything went great. Your adenoids were huge and filled with green gunk. Poor kid. We asked him if that was why you always have stinky breathe and he said yes. And to think we just thought you were our stinky little boy. :) The Dr. said the nurses would come out in about 10 minutes once you were awake from the anesthesia. Well 10 minutes came and went and Mommy started to get really antsy. Daddy tried to keep me calm by talking to me about the Bachelorette and other things I'm interested in, but I couldn't be distracted. I just kept tapping my foot and looking at the doors waiting for a nurse to come get us. After about 35 minutes I went to the receptionist desk and asked if it usually took this long. About a minute later a nurse came out to get us. We hurried back and you hadn't even fully woke up. You were so tiny and out of it, sitting up in a big bed, leaning on a nurse and coughing. The nurse told me I could climb in bed with you, which she didn't have to tell me twice, I was already on my way. I teared up seeing you and once you realized i was next to you you started to cry and say Mommy over and over. You saw that your hands were wrapped up (because of the iv) and didn't like that, but within just a couple minutes we were cuddled up and you were snoring away with a little oxygen mask on. The nurses said you were a bit of a light weight, because they didn't give you much anesthesia but your little body was having a hard time coming out of it. So we just cuddled for about an hour on the bed while you slowly woke up.
Papa came to check on you and after a little while we started to try to wake you up. I would talk to you, but you'd just keep snoring away. Then Daddy came up beside the bed and said, "Bosty, it's Daddy" and your eyes opened up and you looked up at Daddy and said, "Daddy" in a whisper. Daddy kept talking to you and asked you if you wanted to fly his chopper when we got home and you whispered, "chee cha" and fell back asleep. Once you did fully wake up you were pretty unhappy and did not like getting your iv taken out. We got you dressed and drove you home. Once home you and I cuddled on the couch, drinking almond milk and watching Ella enchanted. Within an hour of being home you were up and running around, playing ball with Grandma as happy as could be. Your procedure was at 6:45 am so around 1230 Mommy brought you upstairs and we laid down in my bed and took a nice long 3 hour nap. You've been a happy boy ever since, with the exception on waking up early this morning (4 am) with "ouchies".
After almost 2 years of watching you be sick more often than you were healthy, we look forward to a new little boy. Hopefully you will be much healthier from here on out! Last night Mommy was driving home from Yoga and I turned off the music and said a prayer of gratitude that everything went so well and I thanked the Lord for giving us you. We love you so much.
Love,
Momma
Yesterday you got your adenoids taken out and tubes put in both ears. These are both pretty simple procedures but they had to put you under general anesthesia for them. Mommy was really nervous about you going under, but lots of friends and family were praying for you. As big as you're getting and as old as you seem, any time I thought of you in surgery (albeit "mini" surgery) you just seemed like a tiny, tiny baby. Daddy wasn't so nervous. He knew you would be just fine.
So yesterday we woke you up early and brought you to the surgery center. You were in a very happy mood, but not as happy as when the nurse gave you some "happy medicine" to calm your little nerves and make you a little sleepy. We put you in a mini yellow gown with your little diaper bum hanging out the back. :) The nurses told us you might get silly on the medicine and you certainly did. You were a total goof ball and for about an hour before surgery you laid on the bed with Momma laughing and saying, "Hi, hi, hello, hi, hi, hi, DAAADDDDY!!! Hi, hi hi, hi Daddy!!" while waving at me or Daddy. It was pretty funny. When it was time to take you back to the operating room, Daddy and I had to hand you off to a nurse. You gave us big hugs and then went right to the nurse who let you press the button to open the OR doors (this made Mommy extra like her). You didn't cry at all and they said you would be out within a couple minutes of being in the OR.
Daddy and I waited in the waiting room patiently not too worried. The receptionist told us about 10 minutes in that they decided they would in fact be taking out your adenoids which would make the procedure a bit longer. So we waited another 15 minutes and the Dr. walked out to tell us everything went great. Your adenoids were huge and filled with green gunk. Poor kid. We asked him if that was why you always have stinky breathe and he said yes. And to think we just thought you were our stinky little boy. :) The Dr. said the nurses would come out in about 10 minutes once you were awake from the anesthesia. Well 10 minutes came and went and Mommy started to get really antsy. Daddy tried to keep me calm by talking to me about the Bachelorette and other things I'm interested in, but I couldn't be distracted. I just kept tapping my foot and looking at the doors waiting for a nurse to come get us. After about 35 minutes I went to the receptionist desk and asked if it usually took this long. About a minute later a nurse came out to get us. We hurried back and you hadn't even fully woke up. You were so tiny and out of it, sitting up in a big bed, leaning on a nurse and coughing. The nurse told me I could climb in bed with you, which she didn't have to tell me twice, I was already on my way. I teared up seeing you and once you realized i was next to you you started to cry and say Mommy over and over. You saw that your hands were wrapped up (because of the iv) and didn't like that, but within just a couple minutes we were cuddled up and you were snoring away with a little oxygen mask on. The nurses said you were a bit of a light weight, because they didn't give you much anesthesia but your little body was having a hard time coming out of it. So we just cuddled for about an hour on the bed while you slowly woke up.
Papa came to check on you and after a little while we started to try to wake you up. I would talk to you, but you'd just keep snoring away. Then Daddy came up beside the bed and said, "Bosty, it's Daddy" and your eyes opened up and you looked up at Daddy and said, "Daddy" in a whisper. Daddy kept talking to you and asked you if you wanted to fly his chopper when we got home and you whispered, "chee cha" and fell back asleep. Once you did fully wake up you were pretty unhappy and did not like getting your iv taken out. We got you dressed and drove you home. Once home you and I cuddled on the couch, drinking almond milk and watching Ella enchanted. Within an hour of being home you were up and running around, playing ball with Grandma as happy as could be. Your procedure was at 6:45 am so around 1230 Mommy brought you upstairs and we laid down in my bed and took a nice long 3 hour nap. You've been a happy boy ever since, with the exception on waking up early this morning (4 am) with "ouchies".
After almost 2 years of watching you be sick more often than you were healthy, we look forward to a new little boy. Hopefully you will be much healthier from here on out! Last night Mommy was driving home from Yoga and I turned off the music and said a prayer of gratitude that everything went so well and I thanked the Lord for giving us you. We love you so much.
Love,
Momma
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Bros before....Moms?
Dear Boston,
I have a confession and I'm not proud of it. I was a little manipulative tonight and tried to create a wedge (albeit a small wedge) between you and your Dad. You see you're SUCH a Daddy fan and he gets your very best smiles, hugs, cheers and excitement, so naturally when an opportunity comes my way to weasel my way in to "rock star status" I'm gonna act on it. Right? OK, it might not be right, but it's what I did.
Here's how it all went down,
Daddy was sharing his treat with you but before you could wrap your little mouth around that treat one more time, Daddy had gobbled the whole thing up! Maybe some days he could get away with that, but not today. You cried and cried and sat looking angrily at Daddy while loudly screaming your disapproval, but Daddy didn't budge. So you turned to me... and I saw my chance to squeeze in and be the favorite, even if it was only for the night. I scooped you up in my arms and we both stared at Daddy in disapproval and vented about how "oh so mean" he was. I snuggled you and told you all about how I would never do that to you (I'm sorry, that was a lie) and we cried it out together.
I thought I had you, until Daddy deciding he'd seen enough of this I suppose pathetic display said "Boston come here" with no effort in his voice at all. And what did you do? In an instant of absolute forgiveness you reached both arms out to your Daddy, forgetting that HE was the one who so ruthlessly ate the LAST BITE of your shared treat, and laid your head on his shoulder and finished crying it out with him. You didn't even look back once, not even a nod of "thanks for trying Mom". Then to rub salt in the wound you curled up in Daddy's arms and fell asleep.
I suppose this is my letter to say I've resigned myself to being the absolute very best, most awesomest amazingist thing....next to Daddy.
Hey I'll take it.
Love,
Momma
I have a confession and I'm not proud of it. I was a little manipulative tonight and tried to create a wedge (albeit a small wedge) between you and your Dad. You see you're SUCH a Daddy fan and he gets your very best smiles, hugs, cheers and excitement, so naturally when an opportunity comes my way to weasel my way in to "rock star status" I'm gonna act on it. Right? OK, it might not be right, but it's what I did.
Here's how it all went down,
Daddy was sharing his treat with you but before you could wrap your little mouth around that treat one more time, Daddy had gobbled the whole thing up! Maybe some days he could get away with that, but not today. You cried and cried and sat looking angrily at Daddy while loudly screaming your disapproval, but Daddy didn't budge. So you turned to me... and I saw my chance to squeeze in and be the favorite, even if it was only for the night. I scooped you up in my arms and we both stared at Daddy in disapproval and vented about how "oh so mean" he was. I snuggled you and told you all about how I would never do that to you (I'm sorry, that was a lie) and we cried it out together.
I thought I had you, until Daddy deciding he'd seen enough of this I suppose pathetic display said "Boston come here" with no effort in his voice at all. And what did you do? In an instant of absolute forgiveness you reached both arms out to your Daddy, forgetting that HE was the one who so ruthlessly ate the LAST BITE of your shared treat, and laid your head on his shoulder and finished crying it out with him. You didn't even look back once, not even a nod of "thanks for trying Mom". Then to rub salt in the wound you curled up in Daddy's arms and fell asleep.
I suppose this is my letter to say I've resigned myself to being the absolute very best, most awesomest amazingist thing....next to Daddy.
Hey I'll take it.
Love,
Momma
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Conversations
Dear Boston,
This year was my favorite Mother's day yet. Daddy let me sleep in while you and him wrapped my present, made me a card and later presented me with breakfast in bed. You were reluctant to hand over my gift (as you seemed to think it was yours) and you quickly proceeded to pick up each of my pancakes with your little hands, and attempt to stuff them in your mouth (I was able to retrieve a few pancakes before they reached your puckered lips). Our little family of four chatted and talked on the bed as we enjoyed breakfast together. Isaac kicked and played in my tummy, while you rolled around and Daddy and I sat smiling at you.
At one point that morning you decided to take the lead in our family conversation. You looked at Daddy and did your sign for Moon. Daddy said, "Where's the moon?" Then you made your noise for birds, "caaw", after that you quickly told us about "Balloons" which sounds more like, "labllllloon". I looked at Daddy and said "he's just talking to us about what he's interested in. I think in your head the conversation went more like this,
"So guys, did you see the moon last night? I love the moon".
"And how about birds? Birds are pretty awesome right? Thanks Dad for teaching me how to make the bird sound, it's way cooler than Mommy's whistle she tried to teach me".
"Oh ya! And Balloons! Lets get me some of those!"
Daddy and I are eagerly awaiting many more conversations just like this one.
Love,
Momma
This year was my favorite Mother's day yet. Daddy let me sleep in while you and him wrapped my present, made me a card and later presented me with breakfast in bed. You were reluctant to hand over my gift (as you seemed to think it was yours) and you quickly proceeded to pick up each of my pancakes with your little hands, and attempt to stuff them in your mouth (I was able to retrieve a few pancakes before they reached your puckered lips). Our little family of four chatted and talked on the bed as we enjoyed breakfast together. Isaac kicked and played in my tummy, while you rolled around and Daddy and I sat smiling at you.
At one point that morning you decided to take the lead in our family conversation. You looked at Daddy and did your sign for Moon. Daddy said, "Where's the moon?" Then you made your noise for birds, "caaw", after that you quickly told us about "Balloons" which sounds more like, "labllllloon". I looked at Daddy and said "he's just talking to us about what he's interested in. I think in your head the conversation went more like this,
"So guys, did you see the moon last night? I love the moon".
"And how about birds? Birds are pretty awesome right? Thanks Dad for teaching me how to make the bird sound, it's way cooler than Mommy's whistle she tried to teach me".
"Oh ya! And Balloons! Lets get me some of those!"
Daddy and I are eagerly awaiting many more conversations just like this one.
Love,
Momma
Friday, April 27, 2012
To my Boys
Dear Boston (Boss) and Isaac (Zeke),
Don't worry, you boys will still get your individual letters but today I just wanted to write you both a little note of some random but important things I want you to always remember.
I love your Dad more than anything. He is my rock and my very best friend. Him and I are a team and I will always support and love him.
You will both have your own unique personalities and interests, but when it comes to the really important things, do your best to follow Dad's example. You can't go wrong.
I love being a Mom and specifically being your Mom.
I've never been more passionate or more in love with anything in my whole life than Motherhood.
My life is not perfect. I'm not a perfect Mom, I'm not a perfect wife, I don't have perfect kids (although sometimes I think I do) but I have THE perfect life for me. It is beautiful with all of its ups and downs and the trials I go through are the exact right trials for me.
I'm thankful for my trials.
We lucked out (you two, me and Dad) I'm pretty sure we've scored the best family around.
We are so lucky to have been born into the Gospel. It's the number one blessing in each of our lives, even more than each other.
I am a very happy person and I think that's more about the choices I make to be happy, than the natural state of my being. So choose to be happy and if that doesn't come easy, keep searching, keep working, it will come.
Think about girls and women respectfully and treat them that way.
Whatever you're interested in learning about, pursue it with a passion.
Go on missions. Remember this is coming from the woman that would much prefer you both to never leave my sight, let alone leave me for 2 years with very little contact. So if I'm saying go, then you have to know it's because I believe it will determine and change not only the lives of many others, but the entire rest of your lives as well. A day doesn't go by that your Dad doesn't mention some learning experience from his mission, it shaped him into the man he is. Go on missions.
Pray. Pray when you're happy, sad, confused, doubting, angry or hurt. And when you really don't want to pray, that's when you pray your hardest.
Treat your Grandparents with the highest respect. Be soft with them, be kind to them. Always ask how you can help them and most of all talk with them. They know more about life than any of your siblings or friends and even your parents so learn all you can from them, I promise you'll never regret it.
Be involved. When it comes to the things you love or that are important to you, be involved. These things might be church, your family, relationships, school, sports, music, art, friends and the list could go on.
Work hard. Not much is worth your time if it didn't or doesn't require some hard work to achieve.
Love the Temple and when you're at the right age, visit it often. It's unlike any other place on this earth and the more you go, the more you'll understand about Heavenly Father's plan for you.
Develop a close relationship with Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. There are lots of ways to do this but start by praying and listening, studying your scriptures, and showing kindness and love to those around you.
Listen to good music. It will have a huge affect on your life.
Read, read, read. As your Momma I'm already working to help you boys develop a love of reading and I'm hoping it will stick. Being avid readers will open up lots of doors for you, I promise.
Learn to play an instrument.
Put your family first and someday when I'm not the main girl in your life (tear) and you get married to someone you love, and maybe you have some children of your own, then you put that family first, even above me and Dad and your siblings. Although make sure you still call and visit often. :)
Lastly, remember that you are both good boys. Such good boys. Sometimes little boys (especially energetic little boys) have a hard time sitting still or obeying rules, but this doesn't make you naughty. All that energy is a really, really good thing and I will keep working with you to figure out the right ways to use that energy. That might involve some time outs and tears, but just know that your Momma knows what good boys you are. You'll make some poor choices as young men, and missionaries and as husbands and dads and even as old men, but just remember that you are good boys and your Momma and Daddy will always love you.
Love,
Momma
Don't worry, you boys will still get your individual letters but today I just wanted to write you both a little note of some random but important things I want you to always remember.
I love your Dad more than anything. He is my rock and my very best friend. Him and I are a team and I will always support and love him.
You will both have your own unique personalities and interests, but when it comes to the really important things, do your best to follow Dad's example. You can't go wrong.
I love being a Mom and specifically being your Mom.
I've never been more passionate or more in love with anything in my whole life than Motherhood.
My life is not perfect. I'm not a perfect Mom, I'm not a perfect wife, I don't have perfect kids (although sometimes I think I do) but I have THE perfect life for me. It is beautiful with all of its ups and downs and the trials I go through are the exact right trials for me.
I'm thankful for my trials.
We lucked out (you two, me and Dad) I'm pretty sure we've scored the best family around.
We are so lucky to have been born into the Gospel. It's the number one blessing in each of our lives, even more than each other.
I am a very happy person and I think that's more about the choices I make to be happy, than the natural state of my being. So choose to be happy and if that doesn't come easy, keep searching, keep working, it will come.
Think about girls and women respectfully and treat them that way.
Whatever you're interested in learning about, pursue it with a passion.
Go on missions. Remember this is coming from the woman that would much prefer you both to never leave my sight, let alone leave me for 2 years with very little contact. So if I'm saying go, then you have to know it's because I believe it will determine and change not only the lives of many others, but the entire rest of your lives as well. A day doesn't go by that your Dad doesn't mention some learning experience from his mission, it shaped him into the man he is. Go on missions.
Pray. Pray when you're happy, sad, confused, doubting, angry or hurt. And when you really don't want to pray, that's when you pray your hardest.
Treat your Grandparents with the highest respect. Be soft with them, be kind to them. Always ask how you can help them and most of all talk with them. They know more about life than any of your siblings or friends and even your parents so learn all you can from them, I promise you'll never regret it.
Be involved. When it comes to the things you love or that are important to you, be involved. These things might be church, your family, relationships, school, sports, music, art, friends and the list could go on.
Work hard. Not much is worth your time if it didn't or doesn't require some hard work to achieve.
Love the Temple and when you're at the right age, visit it often. It's unlike any other place on this earth and the more you go, the more you'll understand about Heavenly Father's plan for you.
Develop a close relationship with Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. There are lots of ways to do this but start by praying and listening, studying your scriptures, and showing kindness and love to those around you.
Listen to good music. It will have a huge affect on your life.
Read, read, read. As your Momma I'm already working to help you boys develop a love of reading and I'm hoping it will stick. Being avid readers will open up lots of doors for you, I promise.
Learn to play an instrument.
Put your family first and someday when I'm not the main girl in your life (tear) and you get married to someone you love, and maybe you have some children of your own, then you put that family first, even above me and Dad and your siblings. Although make sure you still call and visit often. :)
Lastly, remember that you are both good boys. Such good boys. Sometimes little boys (especially energetic little boys) have a hard time sitting still or obeying rules, but this doesn't make you naughty. All that energy is a really, really good thing and I will keep working with you to figure out the right ways to use that energy. That might involve some time outs and tears, but just know that your Momma knows what good boys you are. You'll make some poor choices as young men, and missionaries and as husbands and dads and even as old men, but just remember that you are good boys and your Momma and Daddy will always love you.
Love,
Momma
Monday, April 16, 2012
Seeing what you see
Dear Boston,
Tonight was a funny night for us. Daddy was still at work and I was busy whipping up a fabulous dinner (truly it was fabulous, Daddy scored it a 10!) and you were busy climbing on the kitchen counter, while I'm attempting not to burn all our food. I had to pull you off the counter at least 20 times but wasn't able to put you in time out because I didn't want to burn the food. I was getting very frustrated with this little cat and mouse game, not to mention a fly was whisking by me every 3 seconds, stirring up even more frustration.
I was so frustrated I called Daddy and told him to "get home faster, because I can not cook with Boston!"
After your gazillionth time of climbing on the counter, I was about to lose it. I probably was going to yell and whip you off that counter and march you straight up to your room...burnt food or not, but at that moment you noticed the fly. You were awestruck. You could not believe your eyes. You jumped up and down (while still on the counter...good thing you're not great at jumping yet) and pointed wildly at your friend, the fly. I wanted to discipline you and get mad, but you were just so dang excited, I couldn't help but watch. You looked repeatedly from my face, back to the fly, back to me and in your babbling you were saying, "Mom! Are you seeing this?!!! What is this awesome tiny creature?! I love him!" So instead of scolding you, I chose to tell you the name of this marvel. "That's called a fly Boston. FFF FFF Fly." You got the biggest smile I've ever seen on your face. "This awesomeness has a name!!!" "FFF! FFFFF! FFFF!" You repeated over and over pointing and laughing your deep belly laugh that makes your cheeks get red and your eyes bug out. I started laughing too and swatting at the fly as it got near me. You laughed even harder and imitated me.
I finally had the sense, to pull you off the counter and you chased the fly laughing and swatting away. When Daddy got home (to his surprise) you and I were laughing our heads off. The first thing you said to him was, "FFF! FFF!" I explained what you had discovered and Daddy picked you up and the two of you chased that poor fly all over the house. It made my whole night watching you laugh that long and hard.
When It was time for bed, we finished family prayer and I began to rock you to sleep. Just as Daddy was walking out of the room, you cocked your head back to see him and said, "FFF. FFFF". I think you were trying to say, "Hey Dad, remember how cool it was when we chased that fly around? Ya...good times Dad, good times".
Boss you make our simple little world the coolest, funniest, grandest adventure we could ever be apart of! I love viewing our life from your perspective.
I love you Sweetpea
Love,
Momma
PS Rest in peace Mr. Fly...Daddy eventually caught up with you. I'm sure we'll meet a distant cousin of yours soon.
Tonight was a funny night for us. Daddy was still at work and I was busy whipping up a fabulous dinner (truly it was fabulous, Daddy scored it a 10!) and you were busy climbing on the kitchen counter, while I'm attempting not to burn all our food. I had to pull you off the counter at least 20 times but wasn't able to put you in time out because I didn't want to burn the food. I was getting very frustrated with this little cat and mouse game, not to mention a fly was whisking by me every 3 seconds, stirring up even more frustration.
I was so frustrated I called Daddy and told him to "get home faster, because I can not cook with Boston!"
After your gazillionth time of climbing on the counter, I was about to lose it. I probably was going to yell and whip you off that counter and march you straight up to your room...burnt food or not, but at that moment you noticed the fly. You were awestruck. You could not believe your eyes. You jumped up and down (while still on the counter...good thing you're not great at jumping yet) and pointed wildly at your friend, the fly. I wanted to discipline you and get mad, but you were just so dang excited, I couldn't help but watch. You looked repeatedly from my face, back to the fly, back to me and in your babbling you were saying, "Mom! Are you seeing this?!!! What is this awesome tiny creature?! I love him!" So instead of scolding you, I chose to tell you the name of this marvel. "That's called a fly Boston. FFF FFF Fly." You got the biggest smile I've ever seen on your face. "This awesomeness has a name!!!" "FFF! FFFFF! FFFF!" You repeated over and over pointing and laughing your deep belly laugh that makes your cheeks get red and your eyes bug out. I started laughing too and swatting at the fly as it got near me. You laughed even harder and imitated me.
I finally had the sense, to pull you off the counter and you chased the fly laughing and swatting away. When Daddy got home (to his surprise) you and I were laughing our heads off. The first thing you said to him was, "FFF! FFF!" I explained what you had discovered and Daddy picked you up and the two of you chased that poor fly all over the house. It made my whole night watching you laugh that long and hard.
When It was time for bed, we finished family prayer and I began to rock you to sleep. Just as Daddy was walking out of the room, you cocked your head back to see him and said, "FFF. FFFF". I think you were trying to say, "Hey Dad, remember how cool it was when we chased that fly around? Ya...good times Dad, good times".
Boss you make our simple little world the coolest, funniest, grandest adventure we could ever be apart of! I love viewing our life from your perspective.
I love you Sweetpea
Love,
Momma
PS Rest in peace Mr. Fly...Daddy eventually caught up with you. I'm sure we'll meet a distant cousin of yours soon.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Lullabies
Dear Boston and Isaac,
I am so excited for the two of you to meet face to face in just a few months. I can't wait to see how you two interact together and I'm excited to watch your brotherhood bond and friendship grow. I hope you always look to each other as best friends. I'm excited to have our little family of 4 and share in so many memories together. I'm excited for afternoons at home with my two boys, playing, wrestling, reading and laughing. Hopefully the whole, "sharing Mommy" thing won't be too rough on you guys.
Right now I think of these last few months as my last moments for Boston to have me all to himself, but the other night I realized that he doesn't have me all to himself, because you Isaac are already very much apart of our little family.
Boston, you were having a really hard night a few nights back. You were sick and couldn't sleep unless I cuddled you tight. After getting up multiple times to rock you in my arms, I became exhausted and brought you to bed with me. I laid you on my chest and sang you your set of lullabies. Soon, your crying stopped and you were cooing and drifting happily off to sleep.
Isaac, as your brother was falling asleep to my lullabies I started to feel you kick and wiggle and twist and turn. In that moment It hit me that I was singing to both my boys and that both of you could hear me. I bet you love when I sing to Boston or talk to him softly because you get to hear all of that. I also realized that as much as you're getting to know mine and Daddy's voices, you're also getting to know your brother! You probably recognize all of his cries, growls, laughs and coos. You guys spend a lot of time pressed up against each other while hanging out with Momma.
I kind of love that.
I love both you boys so much and can't wait to hold you both in my arms.
Love,
Momma
PS I'll have to come up with a new set of lullabies that are special just for you Isaac.
I am so excited for the two of you to meet face to face in just a few months. I can't wait to see how you two interact together and I'm excited to watch your brotherhood bond and friendship grow. I hope you always look to each other as best friends. I'm excited to have our little family of 4 and share in so many memories together. I'm excited for afternoons at home with my two boys, playing, wrestling, reading and laughing. Hopefully the whole, "sharing Mommy" thing won't be too rough on you guys.
Right now I think of these last few months as my last moments for Boston to have me all to himself, but the other night I realized that he doesn't have me all to himself, because you Isaac are already very much apart of our little family.
Boston, you were having a really hard night a few nights back. You were sick and couldn't sleep unless I cuddled you tight. After getting up multiple times to rock you in my arms, I became exhausted and brought you to bed with me. I laid you on my chest and sang you your set of lullabies. Soon, your crying stopped and you were cooing and drifting happily off to sleep.
Isaac, as your brother was falling asleep to my lullabies I started to feel you kick and wiggle and twist and turn. In that moment It hit me that I was singing to both my boys and that both of you could hear me. I bet you love when I sing to Boston or talk to him softly because you get to hear all of that. I also realized that as much as you're getting to know mine and Daddy's voices, you're also getting to know your brother! You probably recognize all of his cries, growls, laughs and coos. You guys spend a lot of time pressed up against each other while hanging out with Momma.
I kind of love that.
I love both you boys so much and can't wait to hold you both in my arms.
Love,
Momma
PS I'll have to come up with a new set of lullabies that are special just for you Isaac.
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