Friday, August 29, 2014

Happy Birthday, Johnny!

Johnny is the toughest sweet-heart that I know. He likes to knock stuff over, he likes to play with trucks and, first thing every morning, he will ask if he can go outside. He begs Molly to play with him and is completely heart-broken when she refuses. His favorite bed time read is the Little Blue Truck book and Little Blue Truck Leads the Way. He likes to wake up really early and crawl into our bed, laying his little rooster head on the pillow next to me. His love is unconditional and I didn't realize our special it could be. He's promised when I'm old he'll bring ice cream coffee (iced coffee) to me! 

Baby Johnny. 

Big boy Johnny.

The majority of my day is spent answering his questions. He asks things like, "mommy, when I'm a big guy, can you buy me a truck?" and "when I'm a big guy, mommy, can I go to work with dad?"

Question face

With that same question face, Johnny asks me after looking into his bowl of soup, "is that a turtle?" I believe it is a noodle, bud. 

Some of his questions end up on the more ridiculous side. One time he drew a line down my face with his finger and says, "remember when you used to be a road?" Nope.

Two days ago, he cracked his toe nail in half and after awhile he tells me, "at least it wasn't allll my toes." And later in the evening, I hear him relay the story to Marshal saying, " least it wasn't my fingers." Such an optimist!

One time, while passing through the room, I asked, "Johnny, what are you doing?" and he replies, "Literally, nothing." Continue on, little man. Continue on.

While on a walk with Johnny, earlier this summer, we saw a kid ride past us on a bike. Of course, Johnny-king-question-asker-Brame asks, "where's that guy going?" After a bit, the same kid came back around the block in the opposite direction. He had obviously turned around at some point. Obvious to me, not to Big John because as the kid rides past, he proclaims, "oh, that must be his brother." Logic.  

Even after his party, he still insists on being two, but I think eventually it will sink in. After all, it has been a huge part of his identity for the past year. 

Happy Birthday, Johnny! These two are so lucky to have you as a brother! We love you!


Thursday, August 21, 2014

Fractures and Captures

A little bit more than three weeks ago, poor Brigid had an accident and ended up in a lovely pink cast. While standing next to me on a step stool, she lost her balance and fell to the side. At first I wasn't too concerned because, as any one-year-old, she had fallen like that before. However, after a few minutes, I could tell something was wrong. My usual consoling wasn't working. It was heart breaking when the realization of what had happened and how easily it could have been prevented set it. After an x-ray and conformation from our pediatrician, we learned that little Brie had fractured her tibia (later we learned from orthopedic specialist that she had actually fractured both bones in her leg).

After a day or two, she didn't even seem to acknowledge that the cast was there. She still got around pretty well but I was concerned that if she fell again the cast could pull her in a bad direction and cause another injury or dislocation....I was definitely a helicopter mom, watching her every move! She already is a light sleeper, so our nights were pretty awful. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have been in a hurry to stop nursing. Nothing would help her sleep and I wished so badly to just nurse her back to sleep!

But after three long weeks, the cast is finally gone!

Our victory pic while leaving the orthopedic's office 

She's been in a much better mood since having the cast off. The doctor had warned that it is normal for some regression with her movement and that it could take a few weeks to slowly get back to normal. The day after the cast came off, it really seemed like she had regressed a step backward because she couldn't pull herself up but that didn't last long. She already is back to normal and even progressing a bit by standing on her own!


A few cellphone shots, captured over the past few weeks:

Uncle Mark earning best uncle award by helping give B her bottle at the parade this past weekend

Molly, happiest when surrounded by color

Their morning faces...

Speaking of faces...

Bedtime stories

Up all night/sleep all day #thuglife

Getting ready for Aunt Mimi's pool



Thursday, August 7, 2014

Happy Birthday, Brigid!

Yesterday we celebrated Brigid's first birthday! It hardly seems possible that she is already one, yet at the same time I can't believe it was only a year ago that we welcomed her into our hearts. Like every member of our family, she holds a special role and fills a part of the mold that makes up our family. Right now she is the baby, the youngest, the one we hold and cuddle and coo over. She is the one that is learning to walk and talk and eat big kid food. She is the one that sleeps in the crib close to our bed. And with each passing birthday this role will change and grow and stretch, the way God intended for us! Every accomplishment, every milestone, we are so grateful for! but at the same time it leaves our hearts heavy and stomachs in knots, secretly begging for time to stand still so that they can be our youngest, our babies forever.   

Like the other kids at this age, she really didn't know what to do with the wrapping paper. Fortunately for us, Johnny was more than willing to oblige. 

Johnny and Molly also helped decorate the birthday cake. While they made every effort to make the day special for Brigid, whether it was fetching her a toy or preparing for her party, I realized how much of the celebration was attributed to them. Siblings make birthdays special because they feel the same joy and excitement (if not more)!

My favorite memory from the day was when we pulled the cake away from Brie to slice it and she about climbed out of her highchair to get it back! I've never had a child lay claim to a cake the way she did. 

Luckily it was a sugar-free, all organic, vegetable cake made with tofu icing so I didn't feel guilty at all giving her a few licks (rolling ma' eyes) ;)