Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Don't Blink

I swear I just blinked.

But when I opened my eyes, my baby boy was all grown up. His baby fat had melted away and his tiny little body was replaced by a more "kid-like" version of itself. Syllables had turned into words and words into sentences. He now uses logic and reasoning and compassion. I looked up and he was giving his runny-nose baby sister her lovey and saying "Here, Sa-Sa Bean. This will make you feel better." He tells me "You look cute tonight Mama" when I'm heading out on girls' nights or date nights. He "reads" books to his stuffed doggy, explaining the pictures on each page (and often telling the story that goes with them). He understands abstract concepts. He tries to apply new words (I love the way he misuses "probably"). He learns something new everyday -- and always with a smile on his sweet face.

Those hilarious first steps (naked and with a football) are so far removed from this running, jumping and climbing toddler who loves spinning in circles and pretending he's a helicopter or airplane. He is capable. Oh so capable. And on days like this I can't even believe it. Those days of tummy-time and middle of the night nursing seem like they were just last week. How is it that my silly little baby has turned into this amazing little boy? I'm not ready for him to be a kid yet.

...at 2 years and 2.5 years...

And my newborn? How is she not a newborn anymore? She's almost 11 months old. Which means she's almost a year. How is that even possible?

Suddenly, my tiny ball of smiles and stubbornness is taking steps. She's walking around the place... growing more independent every day. The flirting and smiling and opinions have always been part of her personality, but now she finds new ways to express them. More grown up ways. She still seems so small to be interacting with such a big world in these ways.

I spend every day with these two kids. Every day. I get to see it all. The first time Brayden draws something and identifies it as an actual object... or fills in the words to books and songs... or tries to help his sister figure something out. I get to see Elissa making steady progress on her way to walking - growing more confident every day and proudly smiling when she impresses herself. I get to see the two of them climb up the stairs and laugh. And make up games to play together (even though Elissa doesn't always understand what she's playing). I see the smiles and the tears. I hear the cries and the laughter.

And I love it all.

I see everything. So how did I not see this coming? I swear I just blinked.


Wednesday, December 10, 2014

The 10-Month Spitfire


I'm realizing more and more that Lauren and I simply don't make boring children (a shocker, considering how quiet and boring we are, I know). ;) 

At 10-months, Elissa is as fiesty, quirky and smiley as ever. Considering Brayden was notoriously smiley and charming as an infant, we didn't think baby number two would be able to compare. Elissa proved us wrong -- which is fitting considering her personality is often based on two concepts:

1. You don't think I can do that? Watch me.
2. It's okay [--- giant, joyful, adorable smile ---] I still love you.


So here's our sweet little spitfire at 10 months old...


... loves dancing in her high chair (to anyone's singing or beats)...

... eats like a high school football player...

... will not sit still for diaper changes (it's becoming an Olympic sport around here)...

... has super-human grip when she doesn't want to give something up...

... likes to be comforted after a spill -- but only for a few seconds before she demands to get down and play again...

... adores reading - with Mommy or on her own...

... has to be moving and cruising (if you pick her up, her little legs don't even stop pumping and kicking)...

... is taking a few steps on her own now...

... humors her father way more than he deserves (she's still young enough to find him funny -- which he takes advantage of quite often)...

... has a whole lot of teeth -- we're up to about 10 now...

... loves being fed by her brother ...

... has a determination second to none... 

... likes to be chased through the house...

... believes the worst thing in the world is getting her face cleaned...

... has hilarious screaming battles with big brother and singing battles with Mama...

... still measures tall and thin (and wears 6 month clothes)... 

... constantly speed-crawls up the stairs (and when you try to get her, she turns and gives you a giant smile before climbing even faster)...

... seems genuinely offended when you give her a food she doesn't like...

... is usually called "bean" or "Sa-Sa bean"... 

... is an amazing flirt (sorry Daddy; at least she still finds you funny)...


Lauren and I often tell people that "we love the crazy." I think that just needs to be written outside our house to warn people about what's inside. We don't do quiet and boring over here. We're all pretty lively in our own ways... and that makes for an incredibly joyful, laughter-filled home. So glad Elissa has added her own type of crazy to the mix. We simply adore it. ♥


Little drummer girl