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
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
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.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
A blessing
Dear Boston,
You're 17 months old and getting bigger and smarter and stronger every day. Life is rapidly changing for you. You went from sleeping in a pack n play (safe and sound I might add) to climbing out of your pack n play constantly and switching to a big boy bed. In your new found freedom you're discovering how to play in your room in the dark and open your door and walk down the hall into Mom and Dad's room all by yourself. You also recently just got over being really sick with Bronchitis and tonsilitis, not to mention Daddy went from playing at home every day all day with us, to being gone most of the day at work. What I'm getting at is that a lot of things seem to be adding up to what has been a really hard day for you.
A couple nights ago you woke up 3 times during the night and today you woke up from your nap bawling and you couldn't be consoled for over an hour. This isn't like you at all. We put you to bed and you went right down at your usual time, but you woke up only an hour later, again inconsolable. Daddy and I tried to comfort you and tried to determine what was wrong. Are you teething? Your cry definitely sounded like a pain cry. Are you overtired? Sick? Overstimulated? Scared? Uncomfortable? Hungry? We couldn't figure out what to do for you, so I asked Daddy to give you a blessing. At this point you were still screaming and crying. You never let me cradle you anymore (you're just too old for that) but I cradled you anyway in my arms, while you still screamed. I told you that Daddy was going to give you a blessing and Heavenly Father would speak to you and not only that but he would take care of you and make you feel better. I then told you to have some faith. Daddy laid his hands on your head and you immediately stopped screaming and crying. It was instant.
Daddy blessed you and you calmed right down and began to drift off to sleep. Nothing we had done helped, no cuddling, talking, singing, or anything else we tried helped, but in that moment I know with all my heart you were connected directly with Heavenly Father and you recognized his spirit even stronger than normal. You looked up at Daddy and I at the end of the blessing and we kissed you on the lips, walked you to bed and you've been out ever since. The Gospel is an amazing thing, and that experience was another testimony builder that I'll hold on to. I've said this to you before, but remember that the Spirit is familiar to you, it's ingrained in you and you know how to recognize it. You're perfect and innocent right now, but as you get older I hope you remember to live your life in a way that the Spirit can speak as strongly to you as it did tonight and always offer you the immediate relief and comfort that it did tonight.
We love you Darling,
Love,
Momma and Dadda
You're 17 months old and getting bigger and smarter and stronger every day. Life is rapidly changing for you. You went from sleeping in a pack n play (safe and sound I might add) to climbing out of your pack n play constantly and switching to a big boy bed. In your new found freedom you're discovering how to play in your room in the dark and open your door and walk down the hall into Mom and Dad's room all by yourself. You also recently just got over being really sick with Bronchitis and tonsilitis, not to mention Daddy went from playing at home every day all day with us, to being gone most of the day at work. What I'm getting at is that a lot of things seem to be adding up to what has been a really hard day for you.
A couple nights ago you woke up 3 times during the night and today you woke up from your nap bawling and you couldn't be consoled for over an hour. This isn't like you at all. We put you to bed and you went right down at your usual time, but you woke up only an hour later, again inconsolable. Daddy and I tried to comfort you and tried to determine what was wrong. Are you teething? Your cry definitely sounded like a pain cry. Are you overtired? Sick? Overstimulated? Scared? Uncomfortable? Hungry? We couldn't figure out what to do for you, so I asked Daddy to give you a blessing. At this point you were still screaming and crying. You never let me cradle you anymore (you're just too old for that) but I cradled you anyway in my arms, while you still screamed. I told you that Daddy was going to give you a blessing and Heavenly Father would speak to you and not only that but he would take care of you and make you feel better. I then told you to have some faith. Daddy laid his hands on your head and you immediately stopped screaming and crying. It was instant.
Daddy blessed you and you calmed right down and began to drift off to sleep. Nothing we had done helped, no cuddling, talking, singing, or anything else we tried helped, but in that moment I know with all my heart you were connected directly with Heavenly Father and you recognized his spirit even stronger than normal. You looked up at Daddy and I at the end of the blessing and we kissed you on the lips, walked you to bed and you've been out ever since. The Gospel is an amazing thing, and that experience was another testimony builder that I'll hold on to. I've said this to you before, but remember that the Spirit is familiar to you, it's ingrained in you and you know how to recognize it. You're perfect and innocent right now, but as you get older I hope you remember to live your life in a way that the Spirit can speak as strongly to you as it did tonight and always offer you the immediate relief and comfort that it did tonight.
We love you Darling,
Love,
 |
| You and Dadda cuddled up when you were sick |
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Loving the Ladies
Boston you love girls. You're a big fan. You like that they're usually a little bossy, and that they smile and giggle at you. You like that they're sweet and give nice hugs and beijos. I'm sure you think they're quite pretty (in fact you seem to gravitate toward pretty girls) but your favorite thing about them is,
ALL THAT HAIR! You love hair. You think hair is the most fascinating, wonderful toy ever. I know I'm the reason you're so fixated with hair. I ruined you as a baby. I would let you play with my hair in your face, twist it in your fingers as you nursed or gather it up as you fell asleep, but this was before you had an insane grip. This was back when I was a young, naive Mom of just a few months (I'm sooo much wiser now...wink, wink). :)
The other day I unknowingly took you to hair Heaven. We went to, Jump Sky high! This is a giant gym with floor to ceiling trampolines. I knew you would have a great time and enjoyed watching you bounce (or mostly just run really fast) from one trampoline floor to the next. But I had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. The first hour of jumping was great, but the last hour you all the sudden were surrounded not only by trampolines, but little girls with bouncing curls. The look on your face was priceless and I knew the thoughts going through your head were all about that hair, flowing everywhere! I watched with a smile as you chased little girls and they giggled running away from you, but secretly I prayed you would never catch them.
I saw your little chubby fingers brush against locks of hair and I sighed with relief as the hair slipped from your finger tips, missing your grasp by mere centimeters.
You're first victim of the day was a girl who looked about 10. She made the mistake of laying down on the trampoline, with her blonde waving hair spread out. You took action. You grabbed her hair and hung on for dear life. This had your pregnant Mom racing across the trampolines shouting "uh oh" as I tried to save this poor child. After a small struggle I freed this little girl and you and I did the long walk (bounce?) of shame back to our bench. Sadly this little girl was not your last victim. You found many others. Some were getting diaper changes, some were naive enough to actually lay down on the trampoline (don't they know attacks from above are so much worse?).
You and I had lots of apologies to make that day which included a lot of soft hair petting to display your change of heart. Mommy's apologies didn't involve me petting other Mom's hair, just lots of "I'm so sorries". All the mommy's seemed to understand and surprisingly most people still thought you were quite cute in all your hair pulling, giant smile, run/bouncing glory.
Love,
Momma
ALL THAT HAIR! You love hair. You think hair is the most fascinating, wonderful toy ever. I know I'm the reason you're so fixated with hair. I ruined you as a baby. I would let you play with my hair in your face, twist it in your fingers as you nursed or gather it up as you fell asleep, but this was before you had an insane grip. This was back when I was a young, naive Mom of just a few months (I'm sooo much wiser now...wink, wink). :)
The other day I unknowingly took you to hair Heaven. We went to, Jump Sky high! This is a giant gym with floor to ceiling trampolines. I knew you would have a great time and enjoyed watching you bounce (or mostly just run really fast) from one trampoline floor to the next. But I had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. The first hour of jumping was great, but the last hour you all the sudden were surrounded not only by trampolines, but little girls with bouncing curls. The look on your face was priceless and I knew the thoughts going through your head were all about that hair, flowing everywhere! I watched with a smile as you chased little girls and they giggled running away from you, but secretly I prayed you would never catch them.
I saw your little chubby fingers brush against locks of hair and I sighed with relief as the hair slipped from your finger tips, missing your grasp by mere centimeters.
You're first victim of the day was a girl who looked about 10. She made the mistake of laying down on the trampoline, with her blonde waving hair spread out. You took action. You grabbed her hair and hung on for dear life. This had your pregnant Mom racing across the trampolines shouting "uh oh" as I tried to save this poor child. After a small struggle I freed this little girl and you and I did the long walk (bounce?) of shame back to our bench. Sadly this little girl was not your last victim. You found many others. Some were getting diaper changes, some were naive enough to actually lay down on the trampoline (don't they know attacks from above are so much worse?).
You and I had lots of apologies to make that day which included a lot of soft hair petting to display your change of heart. Mommy's apologies didn't involve me petting other Mom's hair, just lots of "I'm so sorries". All the mommy's seemed to understand and surprisingly most people still thought you were quite cute in all your hair pulling, giant smile, run/bouncing glory.
Love,
Momma
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Super Boston
Dear Superbaby/almosttoddlergettingtoooldtoofastwithoutyourmother'spermission,
You are quite the little Superhero around these parts. You constantly wear your snuggie (as you know that's the name we have for your blanky) tied around your neck (courtesy of Dad) like a cape. The snuggy? Not so manly, but the cape? You're straight up Superhero kid.
This just strikes me as so toddler and not baby at all. Where did your baby days go? Have you left them permanently behind you? It's a blessing we're getting a new baby soon. You'll have someone to practice your big bro. skills on and I'll have someone to cuddle and rock again, while still getting to enjoy all of your big boy moments.
Every now and then you let me get in a couple baby moments with you. Like this morning, we rocked for 45 minutes in the chair just singing and laughing, with you touching my face and kissing and cuddling. Those 45 minutes go down as some of my favorite ever with you.
The bonus to you getting older is that you're starting to grasp time outs. Or I guess I should say they're starting to be more effective. Now after a time out I walk you out of your room and most times you will go with me up to (the chair, counter, tv, computer...whatever it was you were climbing on) and point and say, "uh oh" and most the time, you don't do it again! Woohoo, progress. :)
I love you, you crazy Super boy.
Love,
Momma
PS You can often be found wearing your Cape while sweeping the kitchen with your new broom. Now that's my kind of Superhero!
You are quite the little Superhero around these parts. You constantly wear your snuggie (as you know that's the name we have for your blanky) tied around your neck (courtesy of Dad) like a cape. The snuggy? Not so manly, but the cape? You're straight up Superhero kid.
This just strikes me as so toddler and not baby at all. Where did your baby days go? Have you left them permanently behind you? It's a blessing we're getting a new baby soon. You'll have someone to practice your big bro. skills on and I'll have someone to cuddle and rock again, while still getting to enjoy all of your big boy moments.
Every now and then you let me get in a couple baby moments with you. Like this morning, we rocked for 45 minutes in the chair just singing and laughing, with you touching my face and kissing and cuddling. Those 45 minutes go down as some of my favorite ever with you.
The bonus to you getting older is that you're starting to grasp time outs. Or I guess I should say they're starting to be more effective. Now after a time out I walk you out of your room and most times you will go with me up to (the chair, counter, tv, computer...whatever it was you were climbing on) and point and say, "uh oh" and most the time, you don't do it again! Woohoo, progress. :)
I love you, you crazy Super boy.
Love,
Momma
PS You can often be found wearing your Cape while sweeping the kitchen with your new broom. Now that's my kind of Superhero!
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