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.