Happy Birthday to my L! Today you are 5. It seems unbelievable that you could be five already! I remember waiting with such anticipation for you to arrive. Oh, how much we wanted to you to get here. And you did...a week after your due date...and a two weeks after we had a scheduled c-section because you were breech. Not to worry, you turned at the pre-op appointment, thus increasing my wait for you. But, you were worth it!
I was actually in labor when I arrived for my induction, so April 24th was going to be your birthday no matter what! I labored all day (feeling no pain, of course) and you arrived at 6:11 p.m. weighing in at 7 lbs. 15.3 oz and were 21 1/2" long. And the most beautiful dark hair covered your hair. It was so think and dark...I was shocked. The biggest blue eyes were looking up at Daddy and me and in that instant our lives were forever changed for the better. You were stunningly handsome as a newborn, not wrinkly or cone-headed. Smooth olive skin with a hint of pink, perfectly sweet heart shaped lips...I could cry just thinking about you being so tiny.
Now, you love playing any sport (dressed in full GT gear), being outside is a favorite, especially riding your tractors. You still enjoy playing with your train table, all your cars, and legos. You are an excellent big brother to your sister. You two play so well together. In fact, you often ask me if we can have another baby in our house. Most of the time you tell me that we need a brother because "we have a baby sister named Caroline and she's pretty special." I just tell you to talk to your Daddy and God about that (B/c I'm all for it!).
You know all your letters and sounds and how to write them. You are learning how to sound out words to write them, and you know how to write your numbers up to 15 consistently. You love for people to tell you stories, especially Buzz stories by Daddy at bedtime. You really are enjoying me reading you chapter books. Junie B. Jones and Magic Tree Houses books are your favorites so far. You like to make projects and crafts, a thrill for me!
You love, love, love to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed...and you still rub the side of my face/chin and find the mole that God gave me (that I always hated until you found such a love for it), just as you did when I nursed you so many years ago. You tell me that you love me and that I'm the best Mommy you ever had. You, my precious, precious little one, are the best son I ever had.
You have the sweetest heart and you already trust Jesus completely. Just the other day, we were in Chick-fil-A (another favorite) where a little boy was hurt on the playground. He was crying while sitting with his parents. You asked us if you could pray for him, and you did. Then, you went over to this little person you had never met before and told him, "I'm sorry you got hurt. I prayed for you. Jesus will make you better." Then you hugged him. I almost cried right there on the spot. You taught me that you don't have to know people to pray for them and to let them know you did!
I have to stop typing for now because I must get going on the day...this special special day! Happy Birthday, Buddy!
I love you so much.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Little Bit Tiny
I just want to write down that when my C talks about small things she says a little bit tiny. "Mommy, I need a little bit tiny of goldfish." "Mommy, this horsey is little bit tiny, right?"
Precious!
Off to the beach for the weekend...and next week I'll have a 5-year-old. Sniff, sniff!
Precious!
Off to the beach for the weekend...and next week I'll have a 5-year-old. Sniff, sniff!
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Things they said
Recently, my husband and I went on an awards trip with his company. We were taken to Palm Springs, CA to stay in the Hyatt Grand Champions resort (actually in Indian Wells, CA--but same difference). We left early on Thursday morning, so my sister-in-law came to get L to school and keep C for the day while Nana slept from working her usual night shift as an RN at a local hospital.
During the day while C was with Lindsay, she said some pretty cute things. We always say how sassy she is, and boy, does she know what she means to say. She told Lindsay, "Aunt Lindsay, you need to get your act together, here. You gave me one cookie, but I want two. Now what are we going to do about that?" Lindsay said she couldn't believe C came up with that phrase for the situation. (I can't imagine where she would have heard someone say to get their act together...ha, ha!)
Then, Lindsay took both kiddos to a discount store to get a toy. C had picked 2, but Lindsay was only going to buy them 1 each. So, Lindsay says to her, "Ok, C. Which one do you want to pick? L has already picked his 1 special prize. Which one do you want?"
C replies, "Well, I pick these 2."
L: We're only going to get 1, OK?
C: This is really not working for me. I need both (Boff) of them. Sorry for you.
L: (Thankfully, she stuck with her original 1 prize each rule) No, ma'am. You have to pick just one. (A pink telephone won after much foot stomping and Hmph-ing, I'm certain.)
A couple of nights ago, L wanted (as usual) to sleep in our room. Z was telling him that everyone has to at least start off in their own beds. (C has been sleeping in her big girl bed for about 2 weeks now. Sniff, sniff) L looks at him and says, "Hey, Daddy. What if I pay you? How much money do you want so I can sleep in your bed?"
Z just had to leave the room to keep from busting out laughing in his face.
Oh, man!
During the day while C was with Lindsay, she said some pretty cute things. We always say how sassy she is, and boy, does she know what she means to say. She told Lindsay, "Aunt Lindsay, you need to get your act together, here. You gave me one cookie, but I want two. Now what are we going to do about that?" Lindsay said she couldn't believe C came up with that phrase for the situation. (I can't imagine where she would have heard someone say to get their act together...ha, ha!)
Then, Lindsay took both kiddos to a discount store to get a toy. C had picked 2, but Lindsay was only going to buy them 1 each. So, Lindsay says to her, "Ok, C. Which one do you want to pick? L has already picked his 1 special prize. Which one do you want?"
C replies, "Well, I pick these 2."
L: We're only going to get 1, OK?
C: This is really not working for me. I need both (Boff) of them. Sorry for you.
L: (Thankfully, she stuck with her original 1 prize each rule) No, ma'am. You have to pick just one. (A pink telephone won after much foot stomping and Hmph-ing, I'm certain.)
A couple of nights ago, L wanted (as usual) to sleep in our room. Z was telling him that everyone has to at least start off in their own beds. (C has been sleeping in her big girl bed for about 2 weeks now. Sniff, sniff) L looks at him and says, "Hey, Daddy. What if I pay you? How much money do you want so I can sleep in your bed?"
Z just had to leave the room to keep from busting out laughing in his face.
Oh, man!
Rainy Days
We've had lots of rainy days here in Georgia lately (including a tornado that ripped through downtown Atlanta wreaking havoc on my husband's office, OY!!). Indoor play has been the name of the game around here...I am attempting to record what I overhear in my children's conversations as they play upstairs.
L: hee, hee, hee (laughing)
C: What's making you do that?
L: Let's show that to Mommy.
C: Look at me, Mommy (with hands on forhead making faces)
Me: What a silly face!
L,C: {giggles, giggles}
L: Let's go make more sillies.
C: OK, L(says his name with the -y added like she does often), let's go.
L: {laughing} apparently it is hilarious when someone puts their hands on their forehead
C: I'm all done with that, L.
C is now playing in the playroom area instead of in L's room.
L: What are you doing?
C: The baby is hungry. This food isn't for you.
L: What was that noise? {weedeater outside}
C: It was just me with the plate.
L: Do it again. Do it when I go to the bathroom. walks off. Ok, I'm there. Make that noise again.
C: Ok, I know. I made that noise.
L: Coming out of his room again RRRRAHHH.
C: AHH. Now look what you've made me do. GO PLAY SOMEWHERE ELSE. My baby's party is ruined. You are not my friend.
L: That's not nice C.
C: I know. I'm sorry. We can be best friends, OK, L? Ok? Ok, L?
L: Hey, look, I found something.
C: What is it? What? Oh, my little kitty thing.
L: Can you help me get it?
C: Ok, I'll help you.
L: If you be really good and try to help me I'll give you this. C, I'm going to see if I can get it for you.
C: Well, I'm hiding now. Let's play hide-n-seek. You have to count.
L: I don't want to. I'm trying to get your key.
C: I'm hiding. Find me.
L: Look, C. I got it.
C: Can I have it. Thank you. It's so pretty.
L: Are you glad to have it back.
C: Umm,hmm. Thank you so much.
L: What's that?
C: I ruined it.
L: So you don't want it? Do you mind if I ruin it too? (tears some paper)
C: NO, no, no,no. You can. You can do that, L. Thanks for finding my pretty key.
Off to do whatever it is that they are doing together. Now I hear them in her room playing house. He's Daddy. She's Mommy. Apparently, this Mommy has to go to T-ball--and announce it over and over and over. And the Daddy's job is a basketball player (shortest pro-player ever). Every few minutes, they go back to the house and talk. Here's the conversation I just overheard:
C: Is the game over?
L: It's just started.
C: Well, L-y, this is the house. (Said How-ouse--she's got some kind of southern drawl).
L: I know.
C: Is the game over now L-y?
L: Yes.
C: Oh, well welcome to my ballerina dance at our house.
Off they run into the bonus room that they call their gym. Funny babies.
I feel like these days go so fast. I just don't want to forget how well they play together. She often tells people he's her best friend...and melts my heart when she does.
L: hee, hee, hee (laughing)
C: What's making you do that?
L: Let's show that to Mommy.
C: Look at me, Mommy (with hands on forhead making faces)
Me: What a silly face!
L,C: {giggles, giggles}
L: Let's go make more sillies.
C: OK, L(says his name with the -y added like she does often), let's go.
L: {laughing} apparently it is hilarious when someone puts their hands on their forehead
C: I'm all done with that, L.
C is now playing in the playroom area instead of in L's room.
L: What are you doing?
C: The baby is hungry. This food isn't for you.
L: What was that noise? {weedeater outside}
C: It was just me with the plate.
L: Do it again. Do it when I go to the bathroom. walks off. Ok, I'm there. Make that noise again.
C: Ok, I know. I made that noise.
L: Coming out of his room again RRRRAHHH.
C: AHH. Now look what you've made me do. GO PLAY SOMEWHERE ELSE. My baby's party is ruined. You are not my friend.
L: That's not nice C.
C: I know. I'm sorry. We can be best friends, OK, L? Ok? Ok, L?
L: Hey, look, I found something.
C: What is it? What? Oh, my little kitty thing.
L: Can you help me get it?
C: Ok, I'll help you.
L: If you be really good and try to help me I'll give you this. C, I'm going to see if I can get it for you.
C: Well, I'm hiding now. Let's play hide-n-seek. You have to count.
L: I don't want to. I'm trying to get your key.
C: I'm hiding. Find me.
L: Look, C. I got it.
C: Can I have it. Thank you. It's so pretty.
L: Are you glad to have it back.
C: Umm,hmm. Thank you so much.
L: What's that?
C: I ruined it.
L: So you don't want it? Do you mind if I ruin it too? (tears some paper)
C: NO, no, no,no. You can. You can do that, L. Thanks for finding my pretty key.
Off to do whatever it is that they are doing together. Now I hear them in her room playing house. He's Daddy. She's Mommy. Apparently, this Mommy has to go to T-ball--and announce it over and over and over. And the Daddy's job is a basketball player (shortest pro-player ever). Every few minutes, they go back to the house and talk. Here's the conversation I just overheard:
C: Is the game over?
L: It's just started.
C: Well, L-y, this is the house. (Said How-ouse--she's got some kind of southern drawl).
L: I know.
C: Is the game over now L-y?
L: Yes.
C: Oh, well welcome to my ballerina dance at our house.
Off they run into the bonus room that they call their gym. Funny babies.
I feel like these days go so fast. I just don't want to forget how well they play together. She often tells people he's her best friend...and melts my heart when she does.
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