summer 2015: 7/89

they say it’s your birthday.

it’s my birthday to, yeah.

40.

the big four oh.

forty.


i got to sleep in.

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ryan and the kids had decorations and gifts ready for me this morning. the kids were so excited to celebrate with me. i love their enthusiasm.

my plans for the day were to clean the house, but ryan was able to spend some time with us today, so we ditched my plans and tried to go do something fun.

we tried to go berry picking, but it was closed.

we tried to go wine tasting, but minors weren’t permitted.

sometimes that’s how it goes.

i got to be with my favorite people, and that is all that matters.


thank you to all my friends and family, near and far, who have taken the time to wish me well today. it really warms my heart to know you all thought of me today!

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{milestones} baby girl is three

Don’t tell her I called her “baby girl”.

She won’t be happy.

We celebrated Lorelai’s third birthday last weekend with some good friends.

Being pregnant with her still feels like yesterday…

I sent the above photo to Ryan as a text message when he was at the National Sales meeting for his company. I think he was surprised.

It was quite a surprise when she wanted to come 2 weeks before my scheduled c-section (3 weeks before her due date). I had a plan in place, but apparently she had a plan of her own.

I’m just glad that Ryan made it home from Alaska a few days earlier.

Man, what a mess I would have been if he hadn’t been here…and our awesome neighbors who took Reece for the day.

She’s still my baby.

She always will be.

She’s always done things the way SHE wants to do them.

She only wants to wear “ballerine’s” (dresses).

They can’t be long sleeved.

They can’t have buttons.

They can’t have anything that needs to be tied.

She likes to wear dancing shoes…with flowers or sparkles on them.

She also only wants to wear nighties…no pj pants and tops.

She loves dolls, dress up, and stuffed animals.

She wants her nails to always have polish on them.

She also loves to get dirty in the backyard with her brother.

And, she is learning to hold her own with him.

If she can’t push or hit, she can scream the loudest.

She still won’t let me put a ponytail in her hair.

She wants me to take my ponytail out every night when I put her to bed.

She’s definitely a momma’s girl, but has a soft spot for her boys.

She can be overly emotional.

She likes to sleep.

She likes to just “hang out”.

She likes to dance and sing.

She likes to play ballerina and sing songs to make me happy.

One she has named The Sunflower Song goes something like this, “I’m fishing with a sunflower. I’m fishing with a sunflower. I’m fishing with a sunflower…”

She doesn’t want to miss out on what they boys are doing…whether it’s fishing, playing football, or otherwise…but is more of a spectator than an active participant.

She is a “happy, sunshine girl”…that is what she called herself this morning.

She is my baby girl…even if she is three.

home is…celebrating three years with baby girl.

{milestones} the little guy is five

Last night, as I was settling in to bed, the little guy came into our room and said, “Mommy, it’s my birthday. Can I please come snuggle with you? I promise I will fall asleep.”

It was 10 o’clock and I was recalling five years ago when we were told, around that time, that I would need an emergency c-section.  It wasn’t what I had expected, but I really had NO idea what to expect as I had never given birth before.

All we wanted was a healthy baby.

I hugged Reece tight last night as I ran through that night in my head and told him the story he has heard many times before.

“…sitting on the operating table shaking from the medicine they gave me to slow down my contractions to keep you safe. You see, every time I had a contraction your heart rate dropped. They told me to sit still so they could give me another medicine so it didn’t hurt when they made the cut in my belly to get you out…

I held Poppa’s hand and minutes later the doctor announced, ‘You have a healthy baby boy!’

I turned to Poppa, tears streaming, and said, ‘You got your boy.'”

I got my boy….and he is all I could ask for in a little boy

Challenging, frustrating, and defiant at times.

Thoughtful and loving, most.

Strong and funny.

Smart and precocious.

Cautiously observing, sometimes.

Fearless, most.

ALL. BOY.

Yesterday, on his fifth birthday, he learned to ride a bike without training wheels.

Today, he went on a zipline at playgroup…

and, tried riding his bike “off-road”.

He skis.

He climbs rock walls…

among other things…

He loves to go fishing.

He is starting to play team sports.

He loves superheros…especially Batman, Angry Birds, and Mario.

He knows more about the iPhone, iPad, and the Wii than I do…well, not really, but he’s better at all the games.

He still has trouble falling asleep…just like when he was a baby.

He likes to come snuggle in our bed…never liked to snuggle as a baby.

He likes to play with his friends from playgroup, preschool and the neighborhood.

And, is always willing to make new friends at the playground.

He likes to wrestle with his Poppa, shoot nerf guns, train dogs, and hit a baseball.

He’s learning to swim and loves to play at the pool…including going down the water slide and jumping off the diving board by himself.

And, most of all, he adores his family.

He is kind to his sister, is willing to give hugs and kisses, and tells us he loves us all the time.

Reece is all I could ask for in a little boy.

home is…celebrating five years of all boy.

{milestones} the little guy is three

We celebrated the little guys third birthday on July 5th. Actually, the celebration started on July 2nd when we left our house in Portland for a short vacation at a beach house in Pacific City and continued through the weekend until bedtime on July 5th!

I have to say it…he is the most amazing, smartest, funniest, strongest, fastest, cutest, sweetest three year old I know.

It is incredible to look at video from a year ago when he was only using single words for communication and think about how that has changed to non-stop talking! He is using literally BIG words, like “humongous” and “gigantic”. He loves to make up his own stories and re-tell stories about the adventures that he has been on. Like most three year olds, he loves to ask questions! Right now, “Why?”, is his favorite question. No answer is ever good enough for him…he will keep asking it…about EVERYTHING!

His memory of places, events, and things people have told him is amazing! He will remember places that we haven’t been to in over a year! Recently, we visited WCI, where I used to work, and he remembered some of my co-workers by name…we hadn’t been there in a year!!

When we are driving places, he always asks, “Where are we?” If I just give the answer, “We are driving to _______?” He asks again, “No, where are we?” He has really taken an interest in places…what city we are in, where it is in relation to where we live, where it is in relation to where family members live, etc. So, then I have to go into an explanation of where we are and where it is in relation to our house. He also remembers where his friends live…”Tommy lives in Beaverton!” When he is at home he will pretend he is looking at a map and going someplace (thanks, Dora!) so we also get out maps occasionally and look at them. He’s also a pretty good backseat driver, “No, go this way! Go faster!”

He is adorable with his little sister…most of the time. He definitely has his moments where he is overly aggressive and has to be told to “be nice” to his baby sister (she will be tough, for sure), but there are some very sweet moments, too. One of the first things he asks every morning is, “Where is ‘baby girl’?” Sometimes, when she is crying he will tell her, “It’s okay ‘baby girl’, I’m here. It’s okay.” Other times, when she is crying he will tell her, “‘Baby girl’, you just have to be tough!”

He wants to do lots of things “by myself”, but still asks for my help with some of those same things. Sometimes I remind him that I know he can do it by himself, but others I humor him because I know there will be a time when he won’t want our help with anything!

He is currently in a gymnastics class and a soccer class and does well in both of them. He listens to his teachers most of the time, but he also knows how to goof off! I am not sure yet what kind of student he will be, but it will be interesting to find out down the road…class clown maybe? He seems to always have fun and do a lot of laughing…he’s good at making the other kids laugh, too. He also likes to just observe the other kids…he been an observer since he was a little baby…remember that serious look he always had on his face?!

So, we made it through the “Terrible Two’s”…and looking back, although they were tough, like the title of another blog post, maybe they should be called the “Not-So-Terrible-Two’s“?! I hear from some that the 3’s are harder, and some say it is the 4’s, some say it gets easier…eventually. I think there are always hard times, but when I step back and look at how wonderfully amazing our little guy is it makes it all worth it.

Of course, he throws tantrums, he doesn’t listen, he does things he knows he is not supposed to, he doesn’t go to bed when he is supposed to, he doesn’t want to take naps, he is mean to his sister, he yells, he chases the dogs and cat around the house, he makes big messes and doesn’t want to clean them up…yep, he’s three ad we LOVE him!

(Those of you who have spent some time with him in the last year,what did I forget? Please leave a comment about anything I have left out…this is as much a “memory book” for our children as it is a place to write for me!)