I want to remember these precious moments:
Carrying you downstairs in the basket of laundry (Maximus)
You saying, "I like your butt Mom." (Hailley)
You saying, "Thank you for today Mom." (Swaylynn)
How you style your hair yourself and I let you go to school like that, even if it's a little "different" (Swaylynn)
How you took 3 steps towards your family and clapped along with us for your achievement (Maximus)
How proud Daddy is that his little boy is obsessed with all things electrical (Maximus)
When you and I giggled hysterically while reading The Big Sister Book: I was laughing because you knew all the words and were saying them with such excitement, and you were laughing because I was (Hailley)
The day you were overtired and kept wandering around the house saying, "I'm down in the dumps today!" (Swaylynn)
How you follow your sister around like she is the greatest person on the face of this earth (Hailley)
Since you heard me say it, now you randomly say, "Thank you God!" (Hailley)
The way your little face scrunches up and bursts into tears when you think I'm leaving (Maximus)
Every time Grandma Deb leaves, you rush over to her demanding hugs and kisses, then you say, "BYE! LOVE YOU! THANKS FOR COMING! BYE! LOVE YOU! SEE YOU LATER! BYE GRANDMA!" (Hailley)
How I am pretty sure you are a writing prodigy but I'm afraid to brag and make the other moms feel bad (Swaylynn)
The day that my old friend died and I was so sad, you went down to the furniture shop in town (of all places kid!) and got me three little star decorations in red, white and blue to remember her by (Swaylynn)
How you get into my Tupperware cupboard and when I attempt to shoo you away, you get this gleam in your eye and a little crooked smile that apparently you already know works on the ladies (Maximus)
How sometimes you crawl on your knees and other times you crawl using your toes (Maximus)
The way you curl up next to me with your blanket on the couch saying, "I want to snuggle with you Mom." (Hailley)
The way you lounge around reading Goosebump books instead of pestering me to play video games (Swaylynn)
I love each one of you SOO much! You are so different from each other and so fantastically amazing in your own way. I thank God every day that you are mine for a while on this earth. I can't wait to see what you grow up to be.
Love always and forever,
Mom
Friday, October 19, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Out of Babes' Mouths
One of the saddest ordeals with babies is the inevitable diaper rash. I have worked tirelessly to avoid this painful occurrence, but every once in a while my success streak is broken with a rough outbreak of the red tush.
So is the case with my son recently. I'm not sure which one of us has cried more over the matter. Desitin flows freely, and the air is tainted with the ever-present scent of baby powder. My heart breaks because I can't wash his pain away with one of his Pampers baby wipes.
While his rash is getting better, it's not improving fast enough for me. My attempt to fix his poor butt faster inspired me to leave Maximus's tushie free from diapers today (for as long as I can handle it!) Hailley, my two-year old, and I chose a nice warm long sleeve shirt for him and let the rest hang free (if you are picking up what I'm putting down here).
Hailley was quite amused by Max's attire. She kept repeating, "Look at his butt Mom! Look at his butt!" Yes dear, it is indeed a butt. Rare thing in these here parts. All parents know though that when it comes to conversing with a toddler, especially one that talks all day long, one of the best responses to remarks such as these is "Yes dear". Keep it simple and save yourself from having a ten minute conversation about cheese or something when you could have been finishing your chores early. I continue picking up the baby room as I mumble yes dears to Hailley.
Finally I catch the comment I was waiting for. I hear my daughter say "awwww, look at his little tail!"
So is the case with my son recently. I'm not sure which one of us has cried more over the matter. Desitin flows freely, and the air is tainted with the ever-present scent of baby powder. My heart breaks because I can't wash his pain away with one of his Pampers baby wipes.
While his rash is getting better, it's not improving fast enough for me. My attempt to fix his poor butt faster inspired me to leave Maximus's tushie free from diapers today (for as long as I can handle it!) Hailley, my two-year old, and I chose a nice warm long sleeve shirt for him and let the rest hang free (if you are picking up what I'm putting down here).
Hailley was quite amused by Max's attire. She kept repeating, "Look at his butt Mom! Look at his butt!" Yes dear, it is indeed a butt. Rare thing in these here parts. All parents know though that when it comes to conversing with a toddler, especially one that talks all day long, one of the best responses to remarks such as these is "Yes dear". Keep it simple and save yourself from having a ten minute conversation about cheese or something when you could have been finishing your chores early. I continue picking up the baby room as I mumble yes dears to Hailley.
Finally I catch the comment I was waiting for. I hear my daughter say "awwww, look at his little tail!"
Friday, October 5, 2012
Naptime...?
Naptime. That glorious period during the day where my house is kind of clean and totally quiet. I can watch TV that doesn't have catchy jingles about counting to ten. I can read books that are not full of pictures. I can fold clothes without having a child rip the piles off the bed. Yes! I love naps!
Hailley, my two year old, does not feel the same as I do about this period of the day (or nighttime for that matter). She cries, she begs, she throws herself down on the floor and writhes around like a dog rolling all over a dead animal. I am not a woman to be deterred by this behavior though, and so every day around noon she gets a nap. I am willing to compromise with Hailley however. I will leave the door open if she promises to stay in her room and go to sleep.
My plan backfired. Miserably.
I put Maximus in his little crib, kissed him, and left the door open a crack. I led Hailley into her room, kissed her, and told her that after she sleeps, we will get up and play again. I left the door open to pacify her.
I went downstairs. I planned on taking a nap myself, a rare and magnificent concept. I crawled into my bed and dozed off into a beautiful, poop-free dream world.
Thirty minutes later, I heard Maximus crying.
I tried to ignore him. Surely he will drift off to sleep again.
Nope.
I dragged myself out of bed and went upstairs to see what his deal was. I figured he must have a dirty diaper, or he was scared, or..
his sister was sitting in his crib with him.
She laughed when she saw me, as though I had said a great joke she would have to remember and tell others later. How the he** did she climb in there?? I pulled her out and set her on the floor. Hailley was thrilled at her adventure; she kept giggling and telling me that she was "in his crib, Mom!"
Needless to say, naptime had failed. Both kids were wide awake, which required me to stay awake too. I shook the air of discontentment off my shoulders and scooped up Maximus. Hailley chattered at my knees as we headed towards the stairs.
"I want to get up now Mom." I'm sure you do honey.
Hailley: 2 Mom: 0
Hailley, my two year old, does not feel the same as I do about this period of the day (or nighttime for that matter). She cries, she begs, she throws herself down on the floor and writhes around like a dog rolling all over a dead animal. I am not a woman to be deterred by this behavior though, and so every day around noon she gets a nap. I am willing to compromise with Hailley however. I will leave the door open if she promises to stay in her room and go to sleep.
My plan backfired. Miserably.
I put Maximus in his little crib, kissed him, and left the door open a crack. I led Hailley into her room, kissed her, and told her that after she sleeps, we will get up and play again. I left the door open to pacify her.
I went downstairs. I planned on taking a nap myself, a rare and magnificent concept. I crawled into my bed and dozed off into a beautiful, poop-free dream world.
Thirty minutes later, I heard Maximus crying.
I tried to ignore him. Surely he will drift off to sleep again.
Nope.
I dragged myself out of bed and went upstairs to see what his deal was. I figured he must have a dirty diaper, or he was scared, or..
his sister was sitting in his crib with him.
She laughed when she saw me, as though I had said a great joke she would have to remember and tell others later. How the he** did she climb in there?? I pulled her out and set her on the floor. Hailley was thrilled at her adventure; she kept giggling and telling me that she was "in his crib, Mom!"
Needless to say, naptime had failed. Both kids were wide awake, which required me to stay awake too. I shook the air of discontentment off my shoulders and scooped up Maximus. Hailley chattered at my knees as we headed towards the stairs.
"I want to get up now Mom." I'm sure you do honey.
Hailley: 2 Mom: 0
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