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Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Monday, August 3, 2015
A Letter to my Son on his Fifth Month Birthday!
Dear Decker,
Happy 5 months, 5 months happy. That's what you are, really, 5 months happy. Always. Smiles, giggles, a sparkle in your eye- a true breath of fresh air.
Happy 5 months, 5 months happy. That's what you are, really, 5 months happy. Always. Smiles, giggles, a sparkle in your eye- a true breath of fresh air.
At 5 months you weigh 15.4 lbs, are 26 inches long, and have a head and chest that are 17 inches. You have two teeth, you hair is growing thicker, and, your eyes are, still, very blue. Every morning when I get you out of your crib it is the first thing I look at....if your eyes are still blue.
You are calm, easy going, and so much fun to be around because you instantly make me, everyone, smile.
You eat well, sleep well, and go with the flow, well. You're rolling all around, have your arms and legs in constant motion, and are working on sitting up. You have had two teeth, the bottom, pop through and must have more coming because you constantly have a shirt wet from drool and fingers in your mouth.
You are ticklish and will get a very pleased looked on your face with every tickle. And, when you laugh, you giggle hard with your mouth wide open! When I stroke your face with a finger you half close your eyes, half smile, and sit back and enjoy the calming sensation.
You love the exersaucer, your brothers, and to make adorable coo sounds that beg to be imitated. You love to have your toes touch your nose and to have your hands clapped together.
In 5 months you have been to a number of soccer fields, more baseball fields than I can actually count, and a whole lot of parties. This summer we spend most days parked under a tree at the swim club. You and I sit, shaded, and hang out, while your brothers run wild. Our tree is a constant detour for all of the kids. They want to see you, hold you, play with you. It is wonderful to see all kids, particularly the flock of 9 year old boys, adore you like they do.
In 5 months you have been to a number of soccer fields, more baseball fields than I can actually count, and a whole lot of parties. This summer we spend most days parked under a tree at the swim club. You and I sit, shaded, and hang out, while your brothers run wild. Our tree is a constant detour for all of the kids. They want to see you, hold you, play with you. It is wonderful to see all kids, particularly the flock of 9 year old boys, adore you like they do.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
A Letter to my Son on his 3 Month Birthday!
Dear Decker,
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Happy 3 month birthday! It's been 3 months of joy, of smiles, of laughter. Sure, minimum sleep and seemingly endless feedings have been thrown in there, but it's been mostly smiles and joy.
You are an absolute delight. A boy whose big blue eyes and adorable smile fill a room and cause anyone who sees you to open their eyes wider and grin a little bigger.
I stare at you in awe. I spent all those months wondering what you would look like, what color your hair and eyes would be, and here you are in front of me, more perfect than I could have imagined.
Your head is perfectly round. Your nose is tiny. Your eyes are big and a beautiful blue. Your lashes are long and light in color. Your cheeks are rosy. Your ears are small and flat against your head. Your hair is starting to come in and the remaining hair from birth, the few long strands, I refer to as your comb-over. Your fingers and toes are long. Your lips are full and pink. Your chin is defined, in spite of the growing double chin, which is only cute on a baby. When I trace your face with my finger, which I do frequently, I trace a perfect heart, which I love, of course. Your dimples are still oddly fleeting and I can't decide if you have them or not.
You coo and you laugh and you seem like you want to talk, like you have so much to say. You smile often, sometimes just a grin and other times a full smile with your toothless mouth wide open. You are starting to laugh, though not a full belly laugh just yet. You are in perpetual motion when you are awake, with your legs and arms always movng. Constantly. They never stop. You were the same way in utero. Sometimes I think that if I threw you in a pool you would swim. You are very strong, have great head control, and though you need to be held you can sit and stand-up with great strength. And, recently, you started rolling over.
Although you've been sleeping through the night (until about 6am,) the last few days you've been waking up in the middle of the night again. We make you 7 ounce bottles and, lately, you haven't been finishing them. You've also have been funky with your napping these last few days. Perhaps all of this is just a transition and you will be back on track with all of it in just a few days.
You have a laid back and calm demeanor and are passed around to many adoring people. You love undivided attention and are a natural attention getter. People will stop in their step to take a look at you and marvel at you momentarily, or longer.
People say you look a lot like Turner, maybe that is true. To me, you are just Decker, beautiful Decker.
Since I have gone back to work you are watched once a week by Mom-Mom Jill and once a week by Mom-Mom Joan. Both enjoy their time with you very much. When you are with Mom-Mom Joan you spend a lot of time with Uncle Mat. You seem to love this as indicated by the huge grin you show the minute he picks you up. Uncle Mat gets silly with you and takes to school every week. You're learning a lot of interesting things with him that ONLY Uncle Mat could teach. Your bond with him will be very special.
You are very much loved by all of us. Your brothers adore you in every way and it is starting to become clear that you adore them right back. Your grandparents, and aunts, and uncles, and cousins all delight in your presence and each of us is proud to have you as a part of our lives.
Our lives are chaotic and we are always on the go and you have hit the ground wonderfully and joined the chaos without any resistance. For this, we all thank you. But, you should know, that the quiet moments, as rare as they may seem, when I am holding you and staring at you, or smiling with you and laughing with you, they are the moments that I cherish, that I stamp into my memory. They are the moments that get me through each day, knowing I had that with you, my beautiful boy.
happy 3 month birthday, Decker. I love you so...
Turner at 3 months
I stare at you in awe. I spent all those months wondering what you would look like, what color your hair and eyes would be, and here you are in front of me, more perfect than I could have imagined.
Your head is perfectly round. Your nose is tiny. Your eyes are big and a beautiful blue. Your lashes are long and light in color. Your cheeks are rosy. Your ears are small and flat against your head. Your hair is starting to come in and the remaining hair from birth, the few long strands, I refer to as your comb-over. Your fingers and toes are long. Your lips are full and pink. Your chin is defined, in spite of the growing double chin, which is only cute on a baby. When I trace your face with my finger, which I do frequently, I trace a perfect heart, which I love, of course. Your dimples are still oddly fleeting and I can't decide if you have them or not.
You coo and you laugh and you seem like you want to talk, like you have so much to say. You smile often, sometimes just a grin and other times a full smile with your toothless mouth wide open. You are starting to laugh, though not a full belly laugh just yet. You are in perpetual motion when you are awake, with your legs and arms always movng. Constantly. They never stop. You were the same way in utero. Sometimes I think that if I threw you in a pool you would swim. You are very strong, have great head control, and though you need to be held you can sit and stand-up with great strength. And, recently, you started rolling over.
You have a laid back and calm demeanor and are passed around to many adoring people. You love undivided attention and are a natural attention getter. People will stop in their step to take a look at you and marvel at you momentarily, or longer.
People say you look a lot like Turner, maybe that is true. To me, you are just Decker, beautiful Decker.
Since I have gone back to work you are watched once a week by Mom-Mom Jill and once a week by Mom-Mom Joan. Both enjoy their time with you very much. When you are with Mom-Mom Joan you spend a lot of time with Uncle Mat. You seem to love this as indicated by the huge grin you show the minute he picks you up. Uncle Mat gets silly with you and takes to school every week. You're learning a lot of interesting things with him that ONLY Uncle Mat could teach. Your bond with him will be very special.
You are very much loved by all of us. Your brothers adore you in every way and it is starting to become clear that you adore them right back. Your grandparents, and aunts, and uncles, and cousins all delight in your presence and each of us is proud to have you as a part of our lives.
Our lives are chaotic and we are always on the go and you have hit the ground wonderfully and joined the chaos without any resistance. For this, we all thank you. But, you should know, that the quiet moments, as rare as they may seem, when I am holding you and staring at you, or smiling with you and laughing with you, they are the moments that I cherish, that I stamp into my memory. They are the moments that get me through each day, knowing I had that with you, my beautiful boy.
happy 3 month birthday, Decker. I love you so...
Turner at 3 months
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Tears of Tease!
We have a lot of laughter in this house. We use a lot of sarcasm. We tease one another. This has always been our way. The boys have caught on to the wit in the house and have started to use some of their own. I have to admit I am proud.
Chase and Ryder are so very different and this is evident to everyone who knows them. Their differences are clear even where they are similar. For example, they are both very sensitive boys, empathetic and caring. However, where Chase is very verbal in all of these ways, Ryder is quiet about it. Chase will tell me how beautiful I am (and every other girl, for that matter!) Ryder will pick me flowers. Chase will say he missed me so much. Ryder will run to me and give me the biggest hug I have ever received. Chase cares what people think and do and wants to think and do as they do. Ryder does things his own way and isn't interested in the crowd. It is truly amazing to watch two boys handle the same situation so differently.
Today, my heart broke a thousand times as Chase cried. Apparently, he was teased at school. This was enough to send him into two year old hysterics. He is not the type of kid who is picked on, for this I am grateful. And, because he is being raised in a hilarious home by, wink wink, hilarious parents, he has a sense of humor for all things funny.
Another thing about Chase is he has fantastic verbal skills. Since the day he spoke his first word he has spoken clearly, and correctly. He forms grammatically sound sentences and corrects his peers for mispronounciations. Sometimes we are baffled by the words he uses and how he says them, correctly, every time.
So, to find out that he got teased for saying "hambooger" not "hamburger" left me baffled. When he said, "hambooger" most of the kids laughed except, according to Ryder, Ryder and Ellie. The kids laughing immediately triggered Chase's tears. Kids will be kids. My guess is they laughed when they heard booger and not at the fact that Chase said it wrong, because at 4, most of the kids still mispronounce a lot. Truth is, that is exactly the type of thing Chase would laugh at. Ryder too. But when I asked him why he and Ellie did not laugh he said, "Chase was so upset it was not funny anymore." That's Ryder's sensitive side overtaking his silly, booger-silly, side.
Most of me wonders if Chase said "hambooger" on purpose, to make people laugh. I wonder this because he so rarely mispronounces words and he does have a bit of class clown in him. He cried, whimpered even, for a long time and I wanted to cry along with him.
(Although this post was unfinished and unpublished until 9/25/13, I wanted this story documented.)
Chase and Ryder are so very different and this is evident to everyone who knows them. Their differences are clear even where they are similar. For example, they are both very sensitive boys, empathetic and caring. However, where Chase is very verbal in all of these ways, Ryder is quiet about it. Chase will tell me how beautiful I am (and every other girl, for that matter!) Ryder will pick me flowers. Chase will say he missed me so much. Ryder will run to me and give me the biggest hug I have ever received. Chase cares what people think and do and wants to think and do as they do. Ryder does things his own way and isn't interested in the crowd. It is truly amazing to watch two boys handle the same situation so differently.
Today, my heart broke a thousand times as Chase cried. Apparently, he was teased at school. This was enough to send him into two year old hysterics. He is not the type of kid who is picked on, for this I am grateful. And, because he is being raised in a hilarious home by, wink wink, hilarious parents, he has a sense of humor for all things funny.
Another thing about Chase is he has fantastic verbal skills. Since the day he spoke his first word he has spoken clearly, and correctly. He forms grammatically sound sentences and corrects his peers for mispronounciations. Sometimes we are baffled by the words he uses and how he says them, correctly, every time.
So, to find out that he got teased for saying "hambooger" not "hamburger" left me baffled. When he said, "hambooger" most of the kids laughed except, according to Ryder, Ryder and Ellie. The kids laughing immediately triggered Chase's tears. Kids will be kids. My guess is they laughed when they heard booger and not at the fact that Chase said it wrong, because at 4, most of the kids still mispronounce a lot. Truth is, that is exactly the type of thing Chase would laugh at. Ryder too. But when I asked him why he and Ellie did not laugh he said, "Chase was so upset it was not funny anymore." That's Ryder's sensitive side overtaking his silly, booger-silly, side.
Most of me wonders if Chase said "hambooger" on purpose, to make people laugh. I wonder this because he so rarely mispronounces words and he does have a bit of class clown in him. He cried, whimpered even, for a long time and I wanted to cry along with him.
(Although this post was unfinished and unpublished until 9/25/13, I wanted this story documented.)
Thursday, March 8, 2007
A letter to my sons on their 8 month birthday!
Dear Chase and Ryder,Yesterday you turned 8 months old!! 8 months, it seems old in a strange sort of way. You are getting to be such big boys. Three quarters of the year has passed us by and it all happened so quickly. Today you were weighed in order to get your Synagis shot. Ryde,r for the first time since your birth, you outweigh Chase, by three ounces--17 pounds 4 oz to 17 pounds 1 oz. This is a gain from your 6-month appointment of 2 pounds, 1 ounce for Chase and 2 pounds 10 oz. for Ryder.
The most amazing thing happened in the last few weeks, you began to notice each other. This is a moment that melts the heart of a mommy. You tend to enjoy each other the most when you are in your cribs and you can see one another through the slats. Giggles usually follow and I often stand outside your closed door at bedtime, listening, smiling.
You both continue to teethe, you drool constantly and will chew on anything you get near your mouth. One particular favorite is my hair, though I am sure that does not help soothe the teething. Every morning I check for teeth, but the count remains at 2 teeth for Ryder and none for Chase. Soon enough, soon enough.
Ryder, your crawling has improved. You do attempt at crawling on all four's. You can usually take a step or so, then you fall onto your belly. I can not, however, turn my back on you for very long, because you do manage to get from point A to point B with a rather speedy army crawl. Chase, your interest in crawling has not yet been piqued and I often wonder if it is because you are too lazy, too laid back, too uninterested, or too smart. After all, once your brother learns, can't you send him on your errands?
Ryder, you have learned to climb up onto your knees. In the morning, Daddy or I will come to get you and you are peeking out over the top of your crib. It is very cute but we are aware that all too soon you will be climbing right out of that crib. You can not pull yourself to standing yet but, like most things, it will just happen one day, seemingly out of nowhere. You love to climb on me and, though you still need my help to get up fully, you continue to try and try, once again demonstrating that determination.
Chase, you do not really climb, you usually just sit and grin then ask with a look and the outreach of your arms to be lifted. I almost always abide. You are such an even-keeled baby and it takes a lot to really make you cry. Ryder pulling your hair or stealing your toys is something you often let roll right off of your chest. You smile often, and your dimples are revealed, and daddy and I say that you are the happiest baby we know. Ryder, you are a bit more animated, but also more extreme. You can be hysterically crying and then just start laughing. Your cry is as persistent as your determination.
Chase, you are losing interest in your bottle and seem to be much more interested in table food. We have begun trying new foods, some noodles, avocados, chicken, turkey, meatballs, and you are very good at eating the little puffs. You took to chewing immediately and I imagine it will not be much longer before you are eating only table foods. The sippy cup, however, you are still trying to learn. I give it to you with every meal, but I am not sure you have figured out that it provides you with a drink. We will continue to try, one day, like everything else, you will figure it out.
Ryder, your eating has improved a lot in the last week or so. You are really starting to get the knack for chewing, as well, and you seem to be starting to enjoy the different textures more and more every day. Your sippy cup does make it to your mouth once or twice before ending up on the ground. You do hold your own bottle, but only when you are laying down, and never with any consistency. You both love to steal the spoon from me and will play with it, or even suck on it.
Ryder you have learned to clap, and though it is usually at random, in the last few days you are doing it when we say clap, or even hooray. You smile when you clap and we always smile in return. Peek-a-boo continues to be a favorite of both of yours, along with "The itsy bitsy spider" and the song "Open them, shut them." You both love books and will reach for the pages as I read to you. You enjoy feeling the pages in the touchy feely book That's Not My Train and you both seem to love "The Teacher" page in Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? That teacher, she always makes you guys giggle.
You both love your bath, are both good sleepers, and both laugh when I tickle your faces with the ribboned roll-a-round ball. Ryder when you laugh you shut your eyes half way, and Chase you can often laugh silently, just with that smile of yours and those dimples, but when you are in the mood to give your giggle it is adorable. You love it when I bbbbuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzz like a bumblebee. I am not sure why that sound makes you smile with such delight, but I will do it for you anytime. Daddy still makes you laugh the hardest and his arrival home after a work day seems to be your favorite part of the day. You are two special littly guys. I realize that the reason male babies are called son's to their parents is because you light up our world. I am amazed every day by everything about you both and am thankful that we have been blessed with such good, happy, handsome boys.
Happy 8th Month Birthday my little baby love's.
I love you so,
Mommy
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