Monday, August 18, 2014

First day as a honeybee

Today was Jonah's first day of prek 4. That means he's going to school 5 days a week for the first time. He is super excited. He loves his school. I'm excited for him, I really am. He has great friends and great teachers. But man, I'm going to miss hanging out with that kid. He told me this morning he wants to be a race car driver and a singer when he grows up. And also a bubble blower at the hospital. I told him I think the name for that is a rec therapist.

Anyway, he went straight to the handwriting table with his friend Isobel and never looked back. Glad one of us is ready.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

15 months

30 inches (25 %)
21 # (25%)
Headcirc 47 cm (75-90%)

Clearly all the food she eats goes straight to her head.

Is running, climbing on everything, and walking backwards.

Loves swimming, and anything to do with water.

Says about 8-10 words (mama, dada, more, uh oh, nana (banana), dog, hi, bye bye, no (very consistent with that one) bubbles).

Starts her new school next week! She is going to have a tough transition but I know she's going to have a great year.

Loves her paci.

Loves playing outside.

Always hungry.

Strong-willed, beautiful, tough, wild, smart, sweet, has my heart. Just like I ordered.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

"Well, I have to be four."

(I wrote this a month ago, and was waiting to attach pictures before I posted. Apparently Jonah will be 5 before that happens, so here it goes pictureless.)

Dear Jonah:
The other day you asked me if I wanted you to be three forever. I said not forever, but maybe a little longer. Three was really fun. You became a great friend, a hilarious joke teller, and a sweet brother. You told me, " Well, I have to be four." So true. I'm looking forward to it, but here are some great things that happened while you were three.

I love how every night we have to tell Bo-Bo stories.  "Daddy, where was the Bo-Bo in that story?" You are obsessed with hearing about other people's injuries. You are either my future doctor or a future sociopath.

I love going on long bike rides with you.

I love watching you learn to write your name

I love how every night you tell me, "I love you, Mommy. You're a sweet girl."

I love how you won't flush the downstairs toilet so you don't wake up you're sister, but you will stand at the top of the stairs and bellow for me with little regard for nap time.

I love when you, daddy, and Gracie play Jeep.

I love how you think the song, "Go on take your money and run" is about people running from some bad guys.

I love all the words you make up, like "huge-antous" (meaning really big) "han-itizer" (hand sanitizer) and "engine turtles".

I love how effortlessly you play with your baby sister on her level. You play chase, share cars, and let her jump on top of you.

I loved taking you to the amusement park for the first time. I still can't believe you rode on all those fast spinning rides!

I love how you run down the street to talk to the neighbors every time you see them: "Tiiiiiim!"

I love that I've watched more Nascar in the past 3 months than I ever have before in my life: "Mom, when I grow up I'm gonna be a racer. So I'm going to need to buy a race car."

I love that you are such a great friend to your friends Pax and Isobel. I love the innocence and fun of the sunshine room in general. 

I love how you try to pull Gracie back in the tub every night to keep playing when Daddy is trying to get her out. 

I love how every night brushing your teeth you say you're a T-Rex and you're going to eat me up!

I love that you are becoming so responsible and helpful. You can put on your clothes by yourself, get in the car, and help hold your sisters hand when we cross the street.

I love how you blame everything on your imaginary friend Annie.

I love that you could have a conversation with a wall (and have several times when no one else would listen to you).

I love that you've promised all sorts of self improvements, like not sucking your thumb, when you turn four

If you want to hear me brag on my kids

I have kind of been off of facebook lately (since I believe it is contributing to my hatred for humanity and my brain deterioriation.) Seriously though, it really is a terrible habit. The downside is I have had no medium for which to brag on my kids, so this will be my big brag for the next few months.

Can I just say that I am so proud of these 2? They are just so great in every way: they are funny, smart, sweet, and the cutest things ever.

(I mean, they're maniacs. They are loud, high-maintenance, demanding, dramatic, and strong willed. Let's keep it real. But they're my little monsters and I wouldn't have them any other way.)

I just could not be more proud of Jonah. (Clearly he is having a good day today if I'm writing this!) The things he thinks and puts together are just so hilarious. The other day he told me, "Mom, you know where fresh milk comes from? From cows. And their babies can drink it too because there's milks in their tummies in those little hole thingies. And the baby cows can drink it." OR "Beetles high 5 with their backs, because they don't have hands. So they use their backs instead." Every day it is some strange, funny, random idea that he puts together.

He is really just a great kid too. (I mean, when he's not punching me in an attempt at tickling, or body slamming his sister who can barely walk straight, or just flat out telling us "NO" when asked to do something. Again, keeping it real.) But most of the time, he really takes pride in being independent and responsible. He wants to be kind and helpful, and most of the time he is. His teacher told me, "He is empathetic, he never wants to hurt anyone's feelings. The kids just fight over who gets to play with him. I mean, he's just a great kid." Wow, that had me tearing up a little. What a great compliment. And this was his award from summer camp last week:


I about fell out of my chair when I saw that. Not a word I would typically use to describe my child. When you give him a compliment he responds with, "I know." But the counselors at his camp saw a special side of him, and that was such a sweet compliment. I'll be treasuring that one. He also told me one of the girls at camp was scared to go down the waterslide, so he held her hand while they went down.

He is so smart, too. He is starting to learn some sight words, and he enjoys doing little pre-k workbook pages. I've been trying to get him to draw every day, but he doesn't really enjoy that. He would prefer a more structured activity book, so we usually do that instead. The other day he was singing a song, "Bonjour, mes amis" and he told me it was "the french song I learned at school." He loves to read and I regret that we haven't had much time to go to the library lately.

Gracie is about the cutest thing I have ever seen. She gives me baby fever (not really, but kind of, except for all the pregnancy part.) She is such a sweetie, she always wants to be held and cuddled (the downside of which is she weighs 20 lbs, doesn't help you hold her up at all, and is starting to hurt my back.) She just wants to be in on the action. She loves being outside, so if someone opens the door she will high-tail it to get out as fast as she can. And she's getting pretty fast at popping up and run/walking to her destination.

She is also such a silly girl. She loves playing silly games like 'peak-a-boo' and chasing. Her favorite game is going up to the mirror and we say, "Get that baby!" and she runs head first into the mirror, and we say, "Not with your head!" and then she cracks up. Like I said, maniacs. But very fun. Behold the evidence of her first split lip. Trying to walk somewhere and didn't quite make it, I guess.

Her nursery teachers say she is always happy unless she is hungry or tired. And goodness, that girl can eat! She eats more than her brother (well, except for her milk cup which she refuses. Will drink water from a cup, will drink milk from a bottle, will not drink milk from a cup. What is that?") She really has the cutest little baby face. People will just come up to me in the store and tell me how beautiful she is, like since she was born. We love all her little faces and expressions. She is also trying to say some animal noises, and it is so cute. She will look at you so intently when you do it and then try to imitate. It doesn't come out quite right, but it's so funny to hear her try to figure out how to make her voice sound like yours. She is also becoming a lover of kisses, books, and sweets (just like the rest of us).

They are great kids. I don't say that enough. We are beyond lucky.