Friday, June 29, 2012

Pajama time

One of the barometers of how things are going in our household is the state of the kid's pajama drawer.  If the drawer is stocked with clean, folded, matching pj's, you can bet that things are looking good in the rest of the house as well.  ( For the record our usual state is not folded, non-matching, maybe in the drawer, but more likely in the basket mountain of laundry-to-be-folded, but hey, they're pajamas alright.)  So far William has been gone a total of six days, with thirteen left to go... (but who's counting?!)... and overall things have been going pretty well.  I have managed to wrangle monkeys, make it on time to appointments and keep everyone relatively happy.  But the pajamas?  Not so much.  T-shirts & shorts or whatever comfy-strechy-type article is on the top of the pile works just fine too.  Each night seems to wrap up in a frenzy of me scrambling to get dinner of some sort (pancakes anyone?), feed a baby, bathe everyone & attempt to keep the energy level calm without losing my grip on sanity.  There is a reason it works best if there are two parents... it's because raising kids is such hard work.  I certainly can do it all myself, but it is so much better with a partner in crime to laugh at the funny stuff, commiserate on the hard stuff & to give those much needed little breaks to recharge & come back ready to give these kids my best mommy self. 

Only a few days left until we head out to camp Grandma... but, again, who's counting?!?

Waiting for brother to come home from summer school... loving those cowboy boots... thank you Aunt Barb!

Morning pajama walk... hey they have matching tops & bottoms... must have been early in the week.  :-)

Soren is finding his voice

Another suckwad watermelon junkie in the family

Carrots taste better with fingers

No blankety borders can hold Mr. Rollie Pollie

Daddy's sendoff from Captian America/Pirate & Quinn

Someone loves a morning bath

Remy builds cities

Q home from summer school

Ice-cream makes any afternoon a good one

Must go find my own pajamas now... am staying up way too late each night enjoying the only peace & quiet I seem to be able to find.
Bonne nuit Poppa! 

Monday, June 11, 2012

To Quinnlan at Six

Now We Are Six

When I was one, I had just begun.

 When I was two, I was nearly new.

When I was three, I was hardly me.

 When I was four, I was not much more.

When I was five, I was just alive.

But now I am six, I'm as clever as clever,

So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

- A.A. Milne


Six years ago, at this exact moment, your tiny body still nestled inside mine, we had no idea what joy was to come.  Watching you grow and change and stretch beyond our wildest dreams is the sweetest gift.  We are so very proud of you son.  Happy Birthday to you!
Mommy & Daddy

Friday, June 1, 2012

Pirates & Superheros

This morning Soren reached his arms up to me from his exer-saucer, letting me know he was ready for something else.  No tears, no crying, just a look & arms up.  Although we have been getting smiles & laughs & coos for months now, it is this kind of communication milestone that hits me in the gut.  My baby will not always be a baby... and I am overcome with the need to hoard these little bitty moments like water before a drought.

Soren gets his jump on

collage experiment from my iphone

The past few weeks have been a wild mix of sick (strep throat for me & Remy), lots of antique shows, home construction & general end-of-school year chaos.  Riding that wave of have-to's, shoulds & why-the-hell nots with late bedtimes & special ice-cream treats just because it's almost summer.  

Hanging with big brother
Little stinker decided to roll from his back to his belly... it's only a matter of time before self-propelled motion begins.
Recently the boys decided to make their summer fun list... a place to put down all of the things we hope to do over the next few months.  As I wrote each entry, impressed with their focus & imaginations, I choked up a little thinking how fleeting this time is.  Soon enough their lists will contain "hang out with friends" and have little to do with me.  Holding tight to these moments.

We made the decision to move Quinn along to first grade next year instead of repeating Kindergarten.  There were many reasons to hold him back, many reasons to move him forward, so we went with our gut instinct of forward motion.  The other kids in his grade have been so amazing with him.  Invitations to birthday parties, big hellos & good-byes at drop-offs & pick-ups and enthusiastic hugs when we run into someone in town. 

This little school has embraced our boy & we are so very proud of him as he finishes up Kindergarten.  Our first baby will be turning SIX in just twelve short days.  Who knew, on that day he was born, that what seemed like the end of the world was really the beginning of everything.  His biggest strength right now is reading.  He  loves his books & can now read to us from a few of his early readers.  Biscuit is a favorite, as is anything with Curious George.  Speech is still a challenge, but not for his lack of trying.  He knows exactly what he wants to say, it is us who lags behind in comprehension.  The word this summer will be clarity.

Pirates and Superheros

In between sick & the daily juggle, William & I managed to enjoy a nice dinner out with our little chaperone.  Soren's easy nature makes him an ideal dining companion... several people at the restaurant didn't even notice there was a baby there.  (A stark contrast to the attention we usually get with the other two boys out on the town!)  It is hard sometimes to find those quiet moments to connect, but so very necessary to have a few moments of uninterrupted conversation & remembering of why we chose each other in the first place.

At Grace's Table in Napa... yum!

William's booth at the Healdsburg fair last weekend

Remy doesn't want school to end next week...

Soren eats his first cereal

On the job front, I am getting ready to have my first interview in more than 15 years.  Even when I was still working in production, I rarely had to have an actual interview since most of my jobs were with the same people, or I was hired on reputation & recommendation alone.  Am feeling nervous, excited and unsure of myself.  A fleeting bridge between my old life & new.  Trying to remember how to talk in a linear way, with no sticky-handed I need you Mommy interruptions, with actual grown-ups listening to what I have to say.  And of course there is the issue of pants.  My current job does not require "real" pants as the capri or yoga variety paired with a clean t-shirt usually counts as "getting dressed".  Thankful for credit cards and stores that stay open late.