Ives and Raines

Ives, one of the cutest of our neighbors.  I mean seriously.

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But before I got up, before I even reached for the camera, R jumped up.  “She’s too cute, Mom.  I gotta get a picture of this.”  And then he ran inside for his ipod.

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So we shot her together.  I couldn’t even begin to contain my grin – look at how sweet those boys are.

Life is so different for these kids, you know?

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My fav shot.  God, she’s precious.

xo,

S

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Boys and Girls

When Mike and I first started dating, he had all of these weird “rules”.

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He wouldn’t hold hands…..

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….he was anti-snuggle…

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…and then at some point, I don’t really remember when, all of that nonsense stopped.

I was reminded of that recently.  And now I just think oh, boys.

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We are so good for you.

I reminded Mike of his old rules and the man actually blushed.  “Babe, I’m so sorry.  God I was an idiot.”

(yup)

ps.  Jayme and Soph – we had SO much fun with you in NY.  Loved, loved, loved seeing you both.

 

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Favorite Pics from 2013

Mike and I have been working a on our photography this year.   Here are some of my favorite shots from 2013 (one was taken with an iPhone – can you guess?)

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You My Mom

“Mum?  What Hero Factree guy you wike?  You wike Strwinger?  You wike Stohmer?  You wike Beez?”

Me: Pax, go to sleep.

[silence]

“Mum?  If you wan’ pway Hero Factree wuf me you can!  You can be Beez, you can be Strwinger, you can be Stor–“

Me:  Honey, it’s bedtime.  We can play in the morning.

“But who you be, Mom?  Beez is girl wike you, wight? She not pee-pee standing up.  Onlee Daddy an’ Waines pee standing up WIKE ME!!”

Me: Um, that’s right.  But Pax, we are in bed.  You are supposed to be sleeping.  Now close your eyes an–

“MOM!  Why you talk so WYIET?  I talk WOWD.”

[I crack up. Dammit!  He got me.]

Me:  Ok, Pax.  I’m talking quietly because it’s sleepytime.  No more talking.  Roll over – I’ll rub your back a little bit.

He launches himself at me, climbing into my arms.  “But MOM.  I need nuggle you!  I’m sad petause it not morning-time and Daddy said no-no Hewo Factree and YOU MY MOM.  You my mom.”

Me:  I am your mom, my love.  And you are my baby.

Pax cuddles in closer.  “Yes.  You my mom.  You my mom….you…my…mom.”

He has always done this.  This…claiming me.  Claiming me as his mother.  Even when he was a tiny baby.  And for Pax, life really comes down to that one simple fact:  I’m his mom.  So when the nanny comes: “I not want her petause you my mom.”  When we’re going somewhere:  “You carry me?  You carry me petause you my mom?”  When snuggling on the couch or in bed or anywhere:  “You nuggle me wike dis?  Petause you my mom.”

It’s like he knows.  He knows I need to hear it.  “You my mom.”  Those words snap me out of  my lost in thought mode, or when I’m distracted by something online.  They give me patience in those late hours when THE KID SHOULD BE SLEEPING.  It helps me to remember that, to a three year old, I’m still his whole world.  So when he’s clingy or whiney or truly terrible (and Pax can be really, amazingly terrible)….the only person he really wants to be with is me.  His main source of comfort?  Me.  When he’s sad or lonely or scared, the person he turns to for reassurance that his life, despite its bumps, is safe and secure and supported, is me.  Petause I’m his mom.  It’s as simple as that.

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Cause It’s Kinda Hard To Wait For Cake

Pax’s birthday was a few weeks ago.  I was still in rough shape so it was pretty low-key.  Pax was SO excited, “It my birfday?” he whispered as soon as he woke up.  He was incredulous that such a thing could be for him only.  Oh, sweet baby.

But the cake.  Sofreakinghard to wait for us slow adults to get our morning coffee.

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Waiting patiently

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Starting to lose it…

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No. Not yet. Pulling from inner reserves of strength.

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You shut your mouth, Raines.

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I SAID SHUT— “PAX! Hands are not for hitting!”

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AUUUUGGGGH

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Mom brought the flame thrower just in time.

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Whew.

 

Sheesh.  Happy Birthday, my crazy little man.

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Hallowhining

This was not our best Halloween.  I mean – OK.  We did have fun.  On Halloween night a few of our friends stopped by, we had some wine and pizza, and the kids went trick or treating.  I am enough of an extrovert that this was energizing.  But I had WANTED to throw a big Halloween party (Raines had dreams of a haunted house in the basement) so we really had to scale back.

Stupid chemo.

And I was too sick to do any of the pre-Halloween festivities, like the awesome Halloween party at St. David’s or even the Halloween parade at Raines’ school.

I MISSED HIS FIRST PARADE!

Ugh.

But Mike and the boys went to both and after seeing the pics (and you know Raines)….it’s OK.  Halloween may not be our holiday.

Halloween. WOOT.

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Raines could give a shit about dressing up, and Pax, despite his love of costume, is terrified of all things Halloween.

(Also, the St. David’s party interrupted a too-late-in-the-day nap.  So there’s that.)

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Despite the chemo recovery, I still may have been more excited for Raines’ Halloween Parade than he was.

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For cryin’ out loud, Raines.  He did warn me, I guess.  “Sometimes when I dress up I feel funny” he told me.  Ok.  

At least I can count on Raines’ BFF Dorian to get into the swing of things.  Look at him – waving and strutting like a champ.

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But the boys’ costumes were pretty awesome.  Raines decided before the St. David’s party that he wanted to be a “Water King…..because water is the MOST POWERFUL thing in the WORLD” and stuck with it for actual Halloween.  Pax’s costume came just in time.

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I’m often woken up in the morning by a large moon head, staring silently at me.  Then, a muffled voice:  “Mum?  I cant get dis off.”

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Pax didn’t trick-or-treat.  He started in Mike’s arms, got almost to the end of the driveway, then started crying for me.  By the time I carried him inside the poor thing was saying, “No more zombies!  No more zombies!”

Oh, my baby.  Instead, he and I had a delightful time watching the Great Pumpkin and handing out candy.  “HAP!  HAL-WEEN” he’d cry.

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Hunh.  Now that I think about it…this Halloween was actually pretty awesome.

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It Not Pee-Pee, Dad

This morning, Pax informed us that he was done with diapers.  Uh…Ok.  So on went the underwear, and all seems well.  Although…I don’t recall that he’s pooped yet today.  Crap.  TMI, I know.

In any case, Mike gave the boys a bath tonight, and after, Pax was running around naked (important), eating a banana (irrelevant).

Suddenly, I hear Mike’s voice:  “Pax!  Did you pee on the floor?”  He’s pointing to an enormous puddle.

Pax comes over to inspect the puddle.  Looks at it for a moment. “No, Dad!”

Mike looks skeptical.  “Pax-“

Pax interrupts, “I not pee on fwoor!!!!!”  his whole face is indignant, shocked.

Mike, I can tell, is slightly taken aback by his vehemence, as am I.  “Ok….well.  I’m just….thinking that….Pax?  How did this puddle get here?”

Pax tilts his head to one side, thinks.  “It not pee-pee, Dad!  Dat….Dat…..Dat come fwom mine EAR.”

Oh boy.

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