Last night, Sammy was in the middle of his nightly routine of doing anything possible to delay his bedtime.
This time he came downstairs, fake crying, holding his blankie, clad only in his little Thomas tighty-whiteys, whining that the light up ladybug in their room wasn't working. While he's whining and fake crying, Matty is sitting in my lap laughing hysterically at him.
It was really adorable and quite funny that the sibling mockery starts so young!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Keith came to work today with Matty and he mentioned one of the things AJ had said when he was around 2 and it made me chuckle. I'm going to start adding them here so I don't forget them. Maybe you'll get a chuckle too. The boys really can be quite funny.
The phrase that Keith had reminded me of happened on a pretty cold day. He was walking into daycare and out of the blue, he turned and said that his eyeballs were cold. Cute right?
The phrase that Keith had reminded me of happened on a pretty cold day. He was walking into daycare and out of the blue, he turned and said that his eyeballs were cold. Cute right?
Saturday, June 20, 2009
I really kinda like watching my kids sleep. Not just because they're actually stationary and quiet, but because they really and truly look like that angels I know they are.
I know that every parent thinks their child is destined for great things, but looking at my boys, I really and truly know that they are going to grow up to be amazing adults.
I know that every parent thinks their child is destined for great things, but looking at my boys, I really and truly know that they are going to grow up to be amazing adults.
Friday, June 19, 2009
My Letter to MotherLetter
I recently stumbled across a great blog called Mother Letters (http://motherletter.com/).
Read the story of how it came about here: http://motherletter.com/the-mother-letter-story/. It's actually a pretty thoughtful thing for a husband to to for his wife. I'd be really interested to see a copy of the collection (both of them).
After reading the website, I really felt compelled to write my own letter. Here it is:
Dear Mother,
I wish I had these wonderfully insightful things to tell you about being a mom. You know, pearls of wisdom, helpful hints I’ve learned in the 6+ years I’ve been a mom or the 33 years of observing my mom.
Every possible thing that I thought about being a mom is completely different from the reality of actually being responsible for the 3 lives I’ve brought into the world. I am not complaining by any means. The joy and the absolute contentment I have with being a mom is indescribable. I live my life for my boys. It may sound strange to some people for me to say something like that, but if you stop and think about your life (if you are moms) or look at your mom or your grandmothers you’ll see that I am onto something here. It’s not as though you stop living your life, but it does take on a distinctly different focus. What was once your body is not your own. The obvious is when you’re pregnant, but the not so obvious is when you’re not pregnant.
The truth of the matter is that being a mother, a mommy, a mama, a mum, or whatever else you call it, is like walking around with no skin on your body to protect you. Everything you experience related to your children is heightened to the point that even the simplest things like a skinned knee make you feel as though you’re experiencing the most excruciating pain imaginable and every smile is like this immense and uncontrollable ecstasy. Every hurt your child has, whether emotional or physical is 10 times worse for you than it is for them and every joy they experience is the same way. I wish I had the words to articulate it, but they are failing me now. I guess this is the type of thing that you can’t truly understand until you experience it for yourself.
My mother always tells me that being a mom is like being a member of a very elite club. I never got that until I was a mom. It is something that is both your biggest joy and your biggest heartache. There are times where I don’t know if I can go on and there are times that I wish it could go on forever.
The laughter, the tears, the smiles and the frowns. They are the things that make the lasting imprints.
Love,
Jen
Read the story of how it came about here: http://motherletter.com/the-mother-letter-story/. It's actually a pretty thoughtful thing for a husband to to for his wife. I'd be really interested to see a copy of the collection (both of them).
After reading the website, I really felt compelled to write my own letter. Here it is:
Dear Mother,
I wish I had these wonderfully insightful things to tell you about being a mom. You know, pearls of wisdom, helpful hints I’ve learned in the 6+ years I’ve been a mom or the 33 years of observing my mom.
Every possible thing that I thought about being a mom is completely different from the reality of actually being responsible for the 3 lives I’ve brought into the world. I am not complaining by any means. The joy and the absolute contentment I have with being a mom is indescribable. I live my life for my boys. It may sound strange to some people for me to say something like that, but if you stop and think about your life (if you are moms) or look at your mom or your grandmothers you’ll see that I am onto something here. It’s not as though you stop living your life, but it does take on a distinctly different focus. What was once your body is not your own. The obvious is when you’re pregnant, but the not so obvious is when you’re not pregnant.
The truth of the matter is that being a mother, a mommy, a mama, a mum, or whatever else you call it, is like walking around with no skin on your body to protect you. Everything you experience related to your children is heightened to the point that even the simplest things like a skinned knee make you feel as though you’re experiencing the most excruciating pain imaginable and every smile is like this immense and uncontrollable ecstasy. Every hurt your child has, whether emotional or physical is 10 times worse for you than it is for them and every joy they experience is the same way. I wish I had the words to articulate it, but they are failing me now. I guess this is the type of thing that you can’t truly understand until you experience it for yourself.
My mother always tells me that being a mom is like being a member of a very elite club. I never got that until I was a mom. It is something that is both your biggest joy and your biggest heartache. There are times where I don’t know if I can go on and there are times that I wish it could go on forever.
The laughter, the tears, the smiles and the frowns. They are the things that make the lasting imprints.
Love,
Jen
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