It’s Been Too Long

I can’t believe that it has been over three months since I last published a blog post, and before that it was July. I truly apologize to those who enjoy and (hopefully) look forward to my posts. Life has been so busy and I have been living in the moment. That being said, I want to share some of those moments with you- be they funny, heartwarming, frustrating, or simple observations about life and motherhood. I also feel the need to record things here so that I can someday look back and remember these things.

Leah is still her smart and sassy self. She recently told me that she is “polytheistic” and she knew that it means to believe in many gods. She told me that she plans to leave sparkly things out as offerings whenever she needs to ask her gods for help! She is so smart and has a beautiful mind and heart! I am so proud of her.

Last week we got her long hair cut to just above her shoulders. At first I was apprehensive about letting her make such a big change, but then I reminded myself that it is just hair. Leah deserves to make decisions like that. And I have to say that her new style looks absolutely adorable!

Christopher remains my little mischief monkey and he gives us a run for our money every day! He is always getting into something, and doing it with that big mischievous grin and a sparkle in his eyes that I love. He is also a little sweetheart. We have all been sick this week, and the other night I had a coughing fit while holding him. He put his little hands on either side of my face and asked, “You okay, Mama?”

And as for me- well, I am hanging in there! I am working on my final semester before I will graduate with my Bachelor’s degree. I have decided to take a little break from school before pursuing my graduate degree. As I have told my mom, I need one holiday season where I am not scrambling to write final papers right up until Christmas Eve!

For those who follow me, I appreciate your patience. I will do better.

A Thing of Beauty

I often say that things are just things, and it is people that are most important in my life. That is true, but I do place a lot of sentimental value on certain things. Some people may see furniture as just objects with which to fill your home. They serve a functional purpose, and then you redecorate and get more furniture.

This morning I received my first piece of furniture, however, that means the world to me. A dining room table. It is special on so many levels. First and foremost, it was handmade by one of our best friends in the world. Nick spent painstaking hours working on this table, his biggest project to date. I knew that it would be a thing of beauty, but now that I am looking at it in my dining room I am astounded by how absolutely stunning it is, and I can’t even wrap my mind around the fact that this solid, sturdy, gorgeous table was made by someone we love so much.

Nick may or may not realize that he gave us so much more than a spot to put our plates down when we eat. He gave us a place to gather around each evening while we discuss our day, and a place that we can fit our extended families around to celebrate holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries. He created the place where Leah will do her homework and Christopher will learn to color in the lines. The place where we will decorate cookies at Christmas and host game nights with our friends.

It’s a beautiful table, but it is also so much more than that. Someday when Dave and I are older and I tire of hosting big family events (okay, as if that will ever happen!) we will pass this table down to Leah, and we will remind her that her Godfather lovingly built it with our family in mind.

Dave and I have worked so hard to get where we are. We have a home, we always have a pantry full of food, and now we are beginning to pick out things that are ours. In the past year we have become the owners of a stereo system, a king sized bed, and this table. But I have a feeling that the table will remain my favorite item in my home (besides the people!) for years to come. To our best friends- I can’t thank you guys enough. We can’t wait to have a meal at our new table with you!

Sibling Love

There is nothing I love more than watching the little moments between Chris and Leah that show how much they love one another. Lately it is like they have their own way of communicating with each other just with looks. It melts my heart.

We recently went on vacation to the ocean, and we stayed in a room where Dave and I shared one pull out sofa at one end of the room, Leah was on another at the other end of the room, and Chris was in a pack n play in between us. On our first night there he went to sleep with no problem, being that he was exhausted from the trip. At around 2am, however, he awoke. And that is when he realized what the sleeping arrangements were. First he stood and looked at me and Dave and giggled. Then he walked to the other side and saw Leah. For the next hour he stood there calling “Yeeyah!” while she slept on, oblivious!

During our trip, we ate tons of good food. We had lunch at a place that overlooked the beach and the entire restaurant was open to the sea air. I was sharing a delicious snack of cheddar chips with Dave and enjoying a glass of sangria all while taking in the view, when I happened to glance over at my children. They were sharing an order of chicken fingers and fries, but I had given the little cup of ketchup to Leah. Christopher was silently handing Leah his fries. She would dip the fry in ketchup and hand it back. He smiled and nodded slightly, shoving his dipped fry into his mouth. It was an unspoken agreement between them, and just one of those tiny moments in time that made my smile on the inside and on the outside. It was a moment that although small, I will never forget.

Where, Oh Where, is Leah?

I am one of those moms who lives for school vacations, now that Leah is in school. I can’t wait for her to have the summer off and be home with me every day. I know someone else that is really looking forward to Leah being home as well.

Lately, Christopher has taken to walking around the house all day long, yelling at the top of his lungs- “Yeeyah!!! Yeeyah!!!” He starts outside of her bedroom door, but when she fails to appear he wanders around looking for her in other places and yells out her name. The other day I saw him open up a cabinet, peer inside, and yell for his sister.

It reminds me of that scene near the end of The Graduate where Benjamin, played by Dustin Hoffman, is standing there banging on the glass at the back of the church and desperately yelling out “Elaine!!!”

I love how much by babies love one another, and I can’t wait for vacation to get here so that they can be together every day. And then, when Christopher yells “Yeeyah!”, she will appear, and he will giggle with joy.


Have you ever heard the saying “Little boys are made of snakes, and snails, and puppy dog tails?”

Well, it isn’t true.

Little boys are rough and tumble. They are curious. They eat weird things, like mouthfuls of sand, and rocks. They climb because their intense curiosity gives them a need to see things from all perspectives. They can make any ordinary object into a toy, complete with sound effects. They will do anything for a laugh, and will laugh at anything. They love to smile at ladies in the grocery store, and those smiles are infectious. They put their heart and soul into temper tantrums because they want whatever they are throwing the tantrum over with their whole heart and soul. They are easily forgiving. They love their mamas with the deepest affections, and will always stop what they are doing to give a hug or a kiss. They turn the bathwater gray and at at the end of a summer’s day, their hair smells like sunshine.

Little boys need love and cuddles just as much as girls. They like to be rocked while they breath in the scent of their mothers. They love their sisters fiercely, but they love to torture them just as much.

Little boys are sweet, and funny, and kind.

Those are the things I have learned from my son.

Where Did All the Angles Go?

Leah has always been delicate. Her limbs were so skinny that I was always afraid to hug her too hard lest I accidentally break one of her bird-like bones. Her shoulder blades jutted out of her back, and her legs looked like the most adorable sticks I have ever seen. Overnight, it seems, she has begun to change.

I picked her up for a hug the other day and realized she felt different. She feels strong and solid now, and I squeezed her hard without worrying about damaging her delicate features. She has not gotten chubby or gained any weight, she is just muscular and… well, I don’t know how else to describe it. Her sweet baby features are gone and replaced by those of a kid.

My dainty baby girl is now a fiercely beautiful, strong, solid young lady.

I am in awe of her beauty, and yet I mourn how fast children change.

Squeezed In

My Mom and Stepdad have a big house, and it’s one that kids love to play in. The layout allows for lots of running, plenty of room to spread out with toys, and lots of places to hide. They are also very laid back grandparents and there isn’t much in the house that is off limits.

Last Sunday we were over for dinner. After the dishes were done I had to put a spaghetti covered CW into the tub (seriously, I opened up his diaper and spaghetti went everywhere!) When I had a clean baby, I wandered out of the bathroom and Leah had disappeared with my mom. Eventually, my Stepdad brought me upstairs to show me their “hideout”. In the guest bedroom there is a neat closet that has two doors. Leah had apparently discovered it that day and had brought in a comforter and some pillows. We found her in nestled under the eaves in the closet with my mom. So, what else could JC and I do but crawl into the closet with them? Leah even gave each of us our own pillows.

Meanwhile, my mom had found some old photos and my baby book , so we began to look through it while Leah sang us a song about being the Ninja Queen. After about twenty minutes, there was a knock at the closet door. It swung open, and there stood Dave holding CW, who giggled with glee to see us all crammed into the closet. He held out his arms to me and then nestled into my lap on my pillow. Dave went around to the other door and found a spot for himself in the closet hideout.

With the huge expanse of the house all around and below us, four adults, one Ninja Queen, and one toddler were squeezed into a cozy closet in the guestroom. We stayed that way for quite some time, laughing at the leather jacket JC still had from the 70’s, singing Leah’s ninja song, and passing around my baby book. It then occurred to us that we had an entire house to spread out in, and so we did. But, I have to say that I love my family and I love the fact that we can all be squeezed into a closet/ninja hideout together and still have a great time. And I love my daughter, who brings us together in a way that only a child could ever dream of.