Let's be honest ... i am not into this blog thing at all. Want to know what I AM into? Sleep. Quiet. Breathing. Going to the bathroom by myself. Yep you read that right. If you are a parent, specifically a mother, you know that privacy when toileting is a priceless gem. What you also know is that there is something about mommy sitting down doing "nothing" that is equivalent in both my son's minds to the strongest magnates on earth finding a football field full of something metal... haha have i mentioned that i am sleep deprived. not my best analogy. so yes if you were to only go by this blog, you would think i am only the mother of one little boy... but what has happened since that last post is like ten tsunamis in our life (some good, some not so good) that also included having Baby Boy #2 18 months after Baby Boy #1 arrived. His name is Charlie and he is pretty much the sweetest, happiest, cutest, soon-to-be 1 year old that ever lived. Read: he is a very good tsunami of snuggles and kisses and giggles and love. we are so blessed by the addition of our Charlie.
James is TWO POINT FIVE. Holy cow, he is THUNDEROUS! He recently figured out all of his colors ... the only one he still isn't sure about is Orange. He is LOUD and very into sound effects and singing at the top of his lungs while playing air guitar or more likely today it would be the trombone (not to be confused with the trumpet... confusing the two would be a travesty worthy of emphatic correction). He literally mows the lawn 5 times a day and believes in his heart he really is mowing the lawn. Thank you Fisher Price for selling toddler sized lawn mowers or I would have to have figured out how to let my baby push a real mower... cause watching a lawn mower temper tantrum every week wasn't gonna cut it (haha see what I did there, my sister-in-law would be very proud). He is very sensitive and if he thinks I need a hug and some water for comfort he will move mountains to get it. He loves 'nuggles but not such a fan of the letter/sound "s". He can count to Eleven and I am not sure how he learned that either because I didn't teach him (at least not intentionally). He has amazing rhythm and can dance like no other. His dream is to be in the marching band and be in parades and if he knew there was a job called "Mayor" he would want to be that too. There is no one that he isn't interested in waving hello to and asking "your name"? HE wants to be sure to do everything the "right" way so that includes reminding me to do things the "right" way, like putting my seatbelt on before the car has even moved an inch. He loves new shoes and hats and sunglasses and watches and yet couldn't care less what I dress him in each day, which is awesome. He is still in his crib and it is his most special private place of day dreams and 'tending and I am pretty sure he will still be in that crib when he goes off to college bc he loves it so much. Again, not complaining. He loves his Elephant Lovie and still uses a paci ... I don't care. Not making a mountain out of that mole hill. He loves making Charlie laugh and laugh and he loves tickles. In fact, he loves tickles so much that he assumes everyone loves tickles... try explaining to him why a random little boy at the lake doesn't want to be tickled... mind blown. hilarious and awkward. He is very passionate and emotional too so there are a lot of tears and lots of physical drama when there is a perceived unjustice or we say no to something he wants. Did I mention he has like 400,000 ideas spewing out of his brain at any given moment and he passionately wants to pursue alllllll of his ideas as they each arrive?! OMG mommy needs a nap! and a glass of wine. James also loves running and jumping into his Daddy's arms and knocking him over. He loves wrestling and baths and any project that Tim includes him in. He loves errands, especially to Target (not sure why) and he thinks his Nana and Bumpa hung the moon. He is sooooo easy to write about. There are a million hilarious things that he says or does every day that I wish with all my heart that I would be able to remember forever... I am trying to store it all in my heart but it isn't easy. Mainly today I want to remember this ... at breakfast this morning James was randomly stung by a wasp. No we weren't eating outside, the little devil somehow was in our house and it got him. It was sad and horrible and everything you would expect when your 2 year old gets stung. I was a mess. I told him a few minutes later that I felt worried about him in my heart (that's how we talk about things around here right now) and that I love him and want him to be ok. And he said to me "Don't worry Mommy. I ok. God heal me." My heart swelled with joy... my baby is listening. He hears me when I tell him that God heals us. And he trusts me. And believes. Remember that whole "have faith like a child" thing that Jesus recommends... well here it is. And guess what, I am walking through a season with a lot of wrestling and questions and grief and there it is ... Don't worry. God will heal. I sure needed that little reminder. You know what else James always tells me "Mommy Jesus Powerful" with muscle arms. That's true too and so powerful and a healer are the lessons around our house today! So grateful for my amazing little boy who is stretching me and taking me to my limits and filling my heart with sweet little boy love!! Can't wait to start hearing more about what is going on in that head of Charlie's! It is a big one so there has got to be a LOT going on in there! Haha Sorry if you read this Charlie, but better to hear it from me than someone else. Don't worry buddy, it will even out and you are completely a total precious handsome adorable babe!!
ok this delirious mama is going to bed. no clue what prompted me to write this silly post. I barely even made paragraphs. haha no winning any awards with this writing! til next time ...
