Julia girl starts Kindergarten, a day late nonetheless. She wasn't able to start today because she was brought down by a nasty little bout of Impetigo. Poor little girl had a rotten couple days. This morning after we dropped the big 2nd grader off, we came home, had our breakfast and sat outside on the deck. I love being this girls mom. I love the time that we share together and am going to miss her really bad during the days. She is so excited for Kindergarten, doesn't know a soul in her class except her teacher but she told me today that she has to go be a big girl and she won't be staying home with me anymore! Off ya go little girl. You are going to be great at Kindergarten and all that you do. Love you so much.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
This guy loves to throw out a million excuses for things he doesn't want to do. Secretly though, he really wants to do them. He is afraid of a lot still, working on getting that confidence down, his way of being afraid is to complain about it. It gets old but it is getting better.
We ran through those million excuses in the last couple weeks about taking off the training wheels. The neighbor kids both have been riding with theirs off and we thought it would be a great time for Henry to learn too. Grandma came and bought him a helmet with the promise that he would give it a really good try. He started out in the grass (for padding purposes of course) complaining while I gripped the back of his seat. I sneakily let him go while he was mid complaint and off he went. About 15 feet before he realized that I let him go, he said "why'd you let go?" I said "Who cares! You did it!" And then it was easy breezy from there on out. He even told his sister, "It just takes a little patience and practice Julia!" Ha. This week he has been getting on that bike first thing in the morning and after he gets home. He loves it.
Sure, he is 7 years old and maybe should have been riding without training wheels 2 years ago. Whether he learned at 5 or 7, I don't think there is anything he's done that I have been more proud of. My heart just swelled with happiness. I saw something that just lit up in his eyes, that confidence that he learned something and could do it! Way to go Henry.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Mom's rockstar attitude started to dissipate.
And screamy baby kept that screaming up for what seemed like forever and ever. Screamy baby got swaddled up and put back to bed, jostled around in a crazy space pod baby swing, wrapped in a fuzzy snowsuit thing for bed, and whatever else seemed to soothe the crying for even a moment. Screamy baby went through 4 babysitters and eventually won out with Mom staying home to be the constant caregiver.
The screaming has stopped and through all this crap that we went through to get to age 1, there are so many things I have learned about myself and Graham. Number one, he loves his mama. The way that he nuzzles his shy guy head into my shoulder can't be beat. He doesn't like to cuddle but those shoulder nuzzles are so cozy. Sometimes a mothers love is all that a kid needs. He loves his constants. Henry, Julia, Erin and Me. He loves his blanket and being prepped for bed with a bath and zipped up in his sleepsack. He has taught me how to be routine again and that it is very important for a child to be in a secure, safe and loving environment.
Things Graham loves: (well besides me)
Graham Crackers (imagine that)
Squeezy pouch baby foods
Red Car rides
Things he says:
Graham Cracker (sounds like gack-acka)
Little Graham, you may have not shown many other people love over the last year but you have shown me and your Dad an enormous amount of love and we are so happy to have you as our third little love child. You will grow into a very sensitive and caring soul no doubt. You will be shy and we will embrace it. You will be more tenderhearted and probably have your feelings hurt but we will be more sensitive to you. You will be loved and cared for more than you will ever understand. Being a parent to you has just been the best. Love you little B. Happy Birthday.
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
This year you decided it was time for your first big birthday party with friends, invitations, a theme and all that fun stuff. You picked a nail polish/princess party. I made you a fun rainbow cake, you even helped bake it. Such a fun day for a fun girl who is such a little sweetheart. Love you baby girl.
An open letter to my friend Michelle:
Two best friends of 20 years.
Our Dads both got cancer within 2 years of each other.
My Dad was first. He was always one of your favorites and you could tell it in the easy way you could talk to him. He spent time taking us to swimming pools, friends houses, rattling down the streets of Grand Island in his little white pickup truck with one of us sandwiched in the middle. My Dad made you laugh and you made him laugh. You were his favorite too, always referring to you as Mooshie. The day my dad got diagnosed with cancer, you were one of my first calls. It took the breath out of you, I could tell instantly what my Dad meant to you.
Your dad was next. Diagnosed with cancer just two years into my Dads diagnosis. Your Dad was my favorite too. I remember him towing us behind the boat at the lake, sporting his blue blockers and smoking those ever so smooth Marlboro menthols. He always was happy to see me, saying "Kaity-lynnnn!" when I walked down into the basement. When I got your call I cried with you, told you that treatment works and we both agreed that our Dads got the short end of the stick.
Both of our dads endured close to four years of chemo and treatment. It lurked and reared its ugly head again in the end. Both of our Dads never returned home after that ambulance ride. Both of our Dads breathed their last breaths at St. Francis. We have both walked the same halls, ate the same hospital food, stroked our dying dads smooth silky hands, cried the same tears and both rallied them onto the next stage.
I hurt for you and you hurt for me, just like best friends should do I suppose. Just now you are experiencing the real feelings that I felt almost 3 years ago. It is painful and rejoiceful. Our Dads both were a gift unlike any other gift in this life. We were both taught how to love, how to have fun and celebrate the good, how to be responsible, and how to really embrace life.
We will meet up with them again and hopefully none too soon. We have a friendship to maintain, Moms to take care of and life to celebrate. We have both been good daughters and caregivers. They will be walking the clouds of heaven protecting us and caring for us just like they were here.
I love you friend, your tears are my tears too.
Monday, May 12, 2014
The day that I became a mother to Henry, Julia and Graham was filled with such an overwhelming sense of pride and happiness. From the labor pains to the awe and wonderment that you get when you look at their tiny wrinkly fingers and bird feet. Watching your husband get that look on his face that swells with pride when he looks at his brand new baby. Those were great moments I will always cherish.
Sure, every phase has its moments of pure sweetness and joy but what they don't tell you is that there are more moments of total frustration and craziness. EVERY day. From Graham being needy baby to Julia being thrown into a major crying spell about something so trivial to Henry being all dramatic about eating bites of food damn near every night. If it isn't one thing, its probably another.
If I look at all this craziness and sweetness, at the end of the day, all I want is for my kids to think of me as a good mom with a fierce love for them. Sure, there are days that I think that Henry just has to hate me for yelling at him about this and that. If I just cancel it all out and stop and listen, really listen, I know they love me in the ways that they ask me to pray with them at night, when they wake up from a bad dream or when they want to snuggle up under my quilt. I know I am loved and I love being their mama, craziness and all.