Dear Caden,
Remember when Mommy asked you to help me by putting Jacob's outfit in the washing machine and throwing away his diaper in the trash? Well, you might have gotten those two mixed up - aaaand Mommy may not have realized until after the laundry was washed. Gooey diaper crystals that swell up and seemingly just keep multiplying is not my idea of a fun evening. If this is your way of subtly telling Mommy that she needs to decrease her carbon footprint and start using cloth diapers on Jacob, point taken. On the bright side, Jacob's diaper wasn't poopy and the washing machine will be wicked clean once I am finished with it.
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Point Taken
Dear Jacob,
I'm sorry that you were stuck eating apple and peach chicken dinner while Caden noshed on fudge. Your point has been made.
Love,
Mommy
I'm sorry that you were stuck eating apple and peach chicken dinner while Caden noshed on fudge. Your point has been made.
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Happy 2nd Cranioversary!
Dear Caden,
I sit gently holding you with wires and monitors all over your body and two JP drains hiding behind your ears. Your one year old body fits snugly across my lap. The sounds of your monitors beeping play softly in the background. Doctors and nurses mull around the unit, the harsh smells of cleaning chemicals remind us that we are not in Kansas anymore. Your head is covered in a white bandage, your face is puffy and swollen from the long, intense, traumatic surgery you just endured the day before. You keep pulling off your BP cuff and pulse ox monitoring so they place it on your foot and put your sock on. This lasts for 3 minutes before you take off your sock - it was worth a try. Your daddy and I have had little sleep, our hair is a mess and our clothes are wrinkled, but we don't care. You are still groggy from the pain medication, but you manage to give me a grin. My body which had been trying so hard to be strong finally let go and the flood gate of tears began streaming from my eyes. You raise your hand and rub my cheek, you are so brave and so strong, you are my hero.
I sit holding you with your Spider-man PJ's on, the sounds of the ocean gently serenading us on your alarm clock gently in the background. Your three year old body half hangs off my lap with your long legs swinging gently. Images of the moon and stars projecting from the turtle on your dresser now plaster the walls and ceiling of your room, transporting us into a space themed paradise.Your head is covered with your short brown hair that is a complete mess. Your face is perfect, smooth and a little sticky from the syrup I caught you trying to drink earlier today. You insist on wearing socks to bed and instruct me on how to put them on correctly, "Momma, grey goes on the bobbum." Your Daddy and I still have had little sleep, my hair is a mess and I think I have some syrup in it placed by your sticky little fingers, my clothes are stained with Jacob's spit up, but I don't care. You are sleepy from a full day of fun and laughter and you give me a silly little grin. It has been two years now since your Craniotomy and I trace your zig zag scar from ear to ear with my fingers. It brings tears to my eyes and the flood gates are once again opened, but this time it is one of happiness, joy and thankfulness. You raise your hand and rub my cheek, you whisper, "I lub lou momma. I lub lou thiiiiis much." Your little pointer finger and thumb pinched tightly shut. "It's bigger on the inside." Then you grin and kiss my cheek. You have taught me so much my Dear Caden, you are still so brave and so strong, you are still my hero.
Happy 2 year Cranioversary sweet Caden! Thank you Dr. Bollo and Dr. Buchannon for allowing God to guide your hands while doing his skull surgery. He is absolutely perfect and I still believe the area where his scar is the widest is the place where Jesus Himself, kissed Caden giving him His seal of approval while in the operating room. This road was not an easy one, but God blessed us with such a great support group. Thank you to all those that have taken this journey with us and who continue to share Caden's story to help more families and to bring awareness to Craniosynostosis
Love,
Mommy
I sit gently holding you with wires and monitors all over your body and two JP drains hiding behind your ears. Your one year old body fits snugly across my lap. The sounds of your monitors beeping play softly in the background. Doctors and nurses mull around the unit, the harsh smells of cleaning chemicals remind us that we are not in Kansas anymore. Your head is covered in a white bandage, your face is puffy and swollen from the long, intense, traumatic surgery you just endured the day before. You keep pulling off your BP cuff and pulse ox monitoring so they place it on your foot and put your sock on. This lasts for 3 minutes before you take off your sock - it was worth a try. Your daddy and I have had little sleep, our hair is a mess and our clothes are wrinkled, but we don't care. You are still groggy from the pain medication, but you manage to give me a grin. My body which had been trying so hard to be strong finally let go and the flood gate of tears began streaming from my eyes. You raise your hand and rub my cheek, you are so brave and so strong, you are my hero.
I sit holding you with your Spider-man PJ's on, the sounds of the ocean gently serenading us on your alarm clock gently in the background. Your three year old body half hangs off my lap with your long legs swinging gently. Images of the moon and stars projecting from the turtle on your dresser now plaster the walls and ceiling of your room, transporting us into a space themed paradise.Your head is covered with your short brown hair that is a complete mess. Your face is perfect, smooth and a little sticky from the syrup I caught you trying to drink earlier today. You insist on wearing socks to bed and instruct me on how to put them on correctly, "Momma, grey goes on the bobbum." Your Daddy and I still have had little sleep, my hair is a mess and I think I have some syrup in it placed by your sticky little fingers, my clothes are stained with Jacob's spit up, but I don't care. You are sleepy from a full day of fun and laughter and you give me a silly little grin. It has been two years now since your Craniotomy and I trace your zig zag scar from ear to ear with my fingers. It brings tears to my eyes and the flood gates are once again opened, but this time it is one of happiness, joy and thankfulness. You raise your hand and rub my cheek, you whisper, "I lub lou momma. I lub lou thiiiiis much." Your little pointer finger and thumb pinched tightly shut. "It's bigger on the inside." Then you grin and kiss my cheek. You have taught me so much my Dear Caden, you are still so brave and so strong, you are still my hero.
Happy 2 year Cranioversary sweet Caden! Thank you Dr. Bollo and Dr. Buchannon for allowing God to guide your hands while doing his skull surgery. He is absolutely perfect and I still believe the area where his scar is the widest is the place where Jesus Himself, kissed Caden giving him His seal of approval while in the operating room. This road was not an easy one, but God blessed us with such a great support group. Thank you to all those that have taken this journey with us and who continue to share Caden's story to help more families and to bring awareness to Craniosynostosis
Love,
Mommy
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| You and Daddy in waiting room right before the surgery |
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| My first view right after surgery. My heart stopped, it hurt so bad |
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| Daddy holding your right after your surgery |
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| I finally get to hold you, oh how badly I wanted to cuddle |
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| Dr. Bollo, your neurosurgeon |
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| Dr Buchannon, your plastic surgeon |
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| I couldn't get enough of you |
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| You kept peeking at me behind your seahorse |
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| You sleeping so peacefully |
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| We made it home before the Drs originally planned - Christmas Eve!! |
Sunday, December 15, 2013
More than Christmas Lights
Dear Caden,
It is time for bed and you are bare bottomed, running around your room and roaring like a dinosaur. Jacob, in the middle of the floor his eyes wide taking in all your antics, begins laughing. We are able to wrestle you down long enough to get your underwear on, then you slip away again to twirl in circles. Suddenly you just stop and stand still, your body still swaying slightly from being dizzy.You run over to Jacob and kiss him on the head and we hear you say, "I love you more than Christmas lights."
Love,
Mommy
It is time for bed and you are bare bottomed, running around your room and roaring like a dinosaur. Jacob, in the middle of the floor his eyes wide taking in all your antics, begins laughing. We are able to wrestle you down long enough to get your underwear on, then you slip away again to twirl in circles. Suddenly you just stop and stand still, your body still swaying slightly from being dizzy.You run over to Jacob and kiss him on the head and we hear you say, "I love you more than Christmas lights."
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Sprinkles
Dear Caden,
Sprinkles, your little elf, is much like you - very mischievous. You love searching for him all over the house, looking in boxes and opening drawers. So far he's used your toothbrush, drew smiley faces with your M&Ms, wore your socks and ate your oatmeal. Last night you found Sprinkles with your other stuffed animals wearing your night night undies and reading books. You picked him up, gave him a kiss and said while giggling, "Biiiiiiig no, no Pinkles! Behave! I tell Santa! Biiiiig no, no!" Just wait until you see what he did today. . .
Love,
Mommy
Sprinkles, your little elf, is much like you - very mischievous. You love searching for him all over the house, looking in boxes and opening drawers. So far he's used your toothbrush, drew smiley faces with your M&Ms, wore your socks and ate your oatmeal. Last night you found Sprinkles with your other stuffed animals wearing your night night undies and reading books. You picked him up, gave him a kiss and said while giggling, "Biiiiiiig no, no Pinkles! Behave! I tell Santa! Biiiiig no, no!" Just wait until you see what he did today. . .
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Exterminate
Dear Caden,
"No Caden, please stop pulling that down! Let's play with this instead"
"No Caden, don't touch that! Here, you can touch this."
"Caden, please stop! Why don't we come over here and play with this instead"
All my efforts to distract you from all the glittery things appears to be failing. If it is shiny, it is calling your name.
Suddenly you walk up to me, point your finger at my face and in a gravely, robotic voice you look me dead center in the eye saying those dreaded words, "Exterminate! Exterminate!"
You are such a cute little Dalek. Just remember, I know the Doctor.
Love,
Mommy
"No Caden, please stop pulling that down! Let's play with this instead"
"No Caden, don't touch that! Here, you can touch this."
"Caden, please stop! Why don't we come over here and play with this instead"
All my efforts to distract you from all the glittery things appears to be failing. If it is shiny, it is calling your name.
Suddenly you walk up to me, point your finger at my face and in a gravely, robotic voice you look me dead center in the eye saying those dreaded words, "Exterminate! Exterminate!"
You are such a cute little Dalek. Just remember, I know the Doctor.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, November 29, 2013
Give Thanks
Dear Caden,
The dust has settled. The Presidential turkeys, Popcorn and Caramel, have been pardoned. Homes are strewn with empty plates covered with crumbs. Half eaten pies and casseroles line up on the counters. The men are in a semi coma state watching the football games, groaning with full bellies and yelling at the referee. The women are chatting amongst themselves as they begin to clean up, shooing away the children as they come in to sneak one more sweet treat. The house is filled with laughter, sometimes tears, as stories are swapped, remembering those that were here last year that have gone ahead to receive their Heavenly reward. The warmth of the fire crackling in the corner leaves sweaters and jackets laying on the floor. The kids run around chasing each other, their laughter echoing off the walls. Yes, friends and family. There is so much to be thankful for.
The dust has settled. Some that were scheduled for execution miraculously just received pardoned. Homes are strewn with empty plates, covered in dust from lack of use. Half eaten rolls, meats and dried out casseroles dug from the dumpsters lay on the counter. Men stand hyper vigilant, groaning with fear and yelling at those that are outside set to attack their homes. Women huddle amongst themselves, holding their children close for safety. Others hold their children, praying and wishing they had food to fill their empty bellies, sweets are things of fantasies. The houses are filled silence, fear and tears. Plans of how to outwit the fighting outside, to survive to the next day are swapped. Others say their thanks for the meager amounts of food they have on their table, trying to be thankful for what they have now, suppressing the uncertainty of where their next meal will come from. The mothers and fathers of these families allow their children the first pass at the food, possibly not getting any for themselves, so that their little ones will not go hungry. They remember those that have gone ahead to receive their Heavenly reward, many way too soon before their time due to hunger, unnecessary violence and war. The coldness of these houses have many shivering, longing for appropriate sweaters and jackets. The children run around warming up, some are able to laugh because their parents have shielded them from the harshness of the reality they are facing. Others are too sick and too hungry, their cries echoing off the walls. Yes, friends and family. With so very little, they are so thankful for what they have.
For FOOD, in a world where many walk in hunger. . .
For FAITH, in a world where many walk in fear. . .
For FRIENDS, in a world where many walk alone. . .
We give thanks
Love,
Mommy
The dust has settled. The Presidential turkeys, Popcorn and Caramel, have been pardoned. Homes are strewn with empty plates covered with crumbs. Half eaten pies and casseroles line up on the counters. The men are in a semi coma state watching the football games, groaning with full bellies and yelling at the referee. The women are chatting amongst themselves as they begin to clean up, shooing away the children as they come in to sneak one more sweet treat. The house is filled with laughter, sometimes tears, as stories are swapped, remembering those that were here last year that have gone ahead to receive their Heavenly reward. The warmth of the fire crackling in the corner leaves sweaters and jackets laying on the floor. The kids run around chasing each other, their laughter echoing off the walls. Yes, friends and family. There is so much to be thankful for.
The dust has settled. Some that were scheduled for execution miraculously just received pardoned. Homes are strewn with empty plates, covered in dust from lack of use. Half eaten rolls, meats and dried out casseroles dug from the dumpsters lay on the counter. Men stand hyper vigilant, groaning with fear and yelling at those that are outside set to attack their homes. Women huddle amongst themselves, holding their children close for safety. Others hold their children, praying and wishing they had food to fill their empty bellies, sweets are things of fantasies. The houses are filled silence, fear and tears. Plans of how to outwit the fighting outside, to survive to the next day are swapped. Others say their thanks for the meager amounts of food they have on their table, trying to be thankful for what they have now, suppressing the uncertainty of where their next meal will come from. The mothers and fathers of these families allow their children the first pass at the food, possibly not getting any for themselves, so that their little ones will not go hungry. They remember those that have gone ahead to receive their Heavenly reward, many way too soon before their time due to hunger, unnecessary violence and war. The coldness of these houses have many shivering, longing for appropriate sweaters and jackets. The children run around warming up, some are able to laugh because their parents have shielded them from the harshness of the reality they are facing. Others are too sick and too hungry, their cries echoing off the walls. Yes, friends and family. With so very little, they are so thankful for what they have.
For FOOD, in a world where many walk in hunger. . .
For FAITH, in a world where many walk in fear. . .
For FRIENDS, in a world where many walk alone. . .
We give thanks
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Three
Dear Caden,
They call it the "Terrible Two's" and they say it will test your patience as a parent. I must politely disagree. There are no nifty sayings for the "Three's" and I think it is in part because parents who are lucky enough to survive this age group with children have become so shocked as to what just happened to them that they promptly try to erase any memory of it. "Tumultuous", "Terrifying" or how about "Traumatizing". . . perhaps those are good words to describe the Three's. It must get better, the human race depends on it, otherwise families wouldn't have more than one child. Even with all the craziness that ensues, it all disappears the moment that you wrap your arms around me or with the whispers and giggles of, "Noooo I love YOOOUUU more!" right before bedtime. Forget the toys strewn across the floor, the chocolate and snot smeared walls, the Michelangelo-esq crayon drawing on my prized piece of furniture. Your face squished up against mine as you hug me till I holler, ahhh yes, the "Terrific" Three's.
Love,
Mommy
They call it the "Terrible Two's" and they say it will test your patience as a parent. I must politely disagree. There are no nifty sayings for the "Three's" and I think it is in part because parents who are lucky enough to survive this age group with children have become so shocked as to what just happened to them that they promptly try to erase any memory of it. "Tumultuous", "Terrifying" or how about "Traumatizing". . . perhaps those are good words to describe the Three's. It must get better, the human race depends on it, otherwise families wouldn't have more than one child. Even with all the craziness that ensues, it all disappears the moment that you wrap your arms around me or with the whispers and giggles of, "Noooo I love YOOOUUU more!" right before bedtime. Forget the toys strewn across the floor, the chocolate and snot smeared walls, the Michelangelo-esq crayon drawing on my prized piece of furniture. Your face squished up against mine as you hug me till I holler, ahhh yes, the "Terrific" Three's.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Naked Dinosaurs
Dear Caden,
Rooooooaaaawr!Grrrrrrr! Roooooaaaaawwwwwr!"
It is 0530 in the morning and I hear the sounds of growling and roaring all the way across the house. Apparently, someone has released the Kraken.
I open the door and you jump out at me, "Rooooaaawr! I eat you Momma!"
"Ahhhh! Oh no!" I feign being frightened which just melts you into a fit of giggles.
I steer you to your dresser, "C'mon Caden, let's pick out our clothes so we can get dressed."
"No! I blue dinosaur! Roaaawr!"
You attach yourself onto my leg pretending to munch on it.
"Ok blue dinosaur, let's get our clothes so we can get dressed."
"No Momma! I blue dinosaur! Blue dinosaurs no wear clothes! Roooaaawr!"
You shove Nubby, your blue dinosaur puzzle piece in my face to show me the lack of clothing on it.
Well my dear Caden, blue dinosaurs, pirates, monkeys and whatever your little mind decides to be tomorrow, all are required wear clothes in this house. Plus, it's cold outside.
Love,
Mommy
Rooooooaaaawr!Grrrrrrr! Roooooaaaaawwwwwr!"
It is 0530 in the morning and I hear the sounds of growling and roaring all the way across the house. Apparently, someone has released the Kraken.
I open the door and you jump out at me, "Rooooaaawr! I eat you Momma!"
"Ahhhh! Oh no!" I feign being frightened which just melts you into a fit of giggles.
I steer you to your dresser, "C'mon Caden, let's pick out our clothes so we can get dressed."
"No! I blue dinosaur! Roaaawr!"
You attach yourself onto my leg pretending to munch on it.
"Ok blue dinosaur, let's get our clothes so we can get dressed."
"No Momma! I blue dinosaur! Blue dinosaurs no wear clothes! Roooaaawr!"
You shove Nubby, your blue dinosaur puzzle piece in my face to show me the lack of clothing on it.
Well my dear Caden, blue dinosaurs, pirates, monkeys and whatever your little mind decides to be tomorrow, all are required wear clothes in this house. Plus, it's cold outside.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Hit or Miss
Dear Caden,
I see you standing in front of the toilet, standing on your tippy toes trying to reach. You insist on being a "big boy" when using the potty now, preferring standing over sitting. You are also a being of little patience and unless something happens quickly, you tend to lose focus and want to move on. Today it took a little longer for you to tinkle than you anticipated. Now, I know I am not an expert of using the potty while standing as I have different plumbing than you. However, I do not think it to be wise to hold your tinker up to inspect it while waiting for something to happen. It may be a hit or miss situation for you to figure out what happens next - today was a hit.
Love,
Mommy
I see you standing in front of the toilet, standing on your tippy toes trying to reach. You insist on being a "big boy" when using the potty now, preferring standing over sitting. You are also a being of little patience and unless something happens quickly, you tend to lose focus and want to move on. Today it took a little longer for you to tinkle than you anticipated. Now, I know I am not an expert of using the potty while standing as I have different plumbing than you. However, I do not think it to be wise to hold your tinker up to inspect it while waiting for something to happen. It may be a hit or miss situation for you to figure out what happens next - today was a hit.
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Children
Babies are a gift from God. It does not matter if they were planned or not planned. It doesn't matter how the baby came into being; by natural conception or via assistance through fertilization. God breathed the breath of life into the child and made his heart to beat. Simple as that. Therefore, it is my opinion that every child should be celebrated in their own way.
One of my friends recently found out that she was pregnant and this child was quite unexpected. It has come to my attention that some of her friends and family are giving her grief about how close together her children will be. The youngest child just recently turned one and will be a year and a half when the newest addition debuts.
Another friend of mine has four children under the age of five. The first comment out of the mouth of the majority when they hear this is, "OMG. She does know what causes that, right?!"
When I was pregnant with Jacob, I lost count of how many people said to me, "You're not having anymore are you?"
Since when, may I ask, is it anyone's business on how close together children are or how many kids one will have? The next person I hear make a comment about 'knowing how this happens' I will bluntly ask them, "Are you asking about their sex life?" You do not know what is going on in their lives. You do not know if the mother that had multiple kids back to back was told that she would never have children. You do not know if she has cried herself to sleep, just praying to get a positive on her pregnancy test after years of having a barren womb. You do not know how excited she may be for the new life inside her. Perhaps she or her significant other were an only child and they know the loneliness it can have and they don't want that for their own child. You do not know if her significant other was killed and that the only link she has to him is that of her children. You do not know if the child inside her was a surprise and unexpected. That just last week she was sitting on the Dr's table finding out the news that she would deliver, when all she can think of is, "God help me, how can I do this?" That the smile on their face is hiding the sheer terror and uncertainty they are feeling. This is not to say that the child is not loved or will be taken care of, but doesn't necessarily fit into life's timeline that they had set for themselves. You do not know if this child was created through an act of love or an act of pain. You may assume, but unless you were involved in the creation of the child, you do not know.
Asking a woman if she is "stopping" after this one is down out rude. It is none of your business. In my case, my pregnancy with Caden was very difficult. I was extremely sick the entire time and I contracted since I was 12 weeks. I was in a serious accident that caused me to contract. I was almost hit by a car while walking to work one morning and I jumped out of the way. I fractured my knee cap and landed directly on my belly. THAT was the moment my contractions started. Caden were born at 39 wks, absolutely perfect. Afterwards I was very sick, but they found out that I had pregnancy thyroiditis which was corrected. When Cayce and I were considering having another child, we went to my many DRs to get clearance first. We wanted to make sure that it would be safe for me and the baby since my first pregnancy was difficult. Each pregnancy is very different and carries it's own set of challenges. With Jacob, I was still sick, but not as bad and I was able to keep working until I was 37 weeks which is a feat for a normal pregnancy. I delivered him on my due date at 40 weeks. My delivery was very traumatic and everyone has said it was because I was trying for a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean). That is not necessarily true, I had a weak uterus and I tore an artery. Jacob's delivery presented this information to us. Just think, if I would have scheduled a repeat c-section with Jacob and decided to try for a 3rd child later on, my weak uterus could have ruptured in the early stages of pregnancy and Cayce would have found me dead at home because I bled out. Jacob's delivery, no matter how unexpected and traumatic, ultimately saved my life. I feel extremely blessed and my life is full with two children. No, I was not planning on having a 3rd, but now that the option is taken from me it hurts. It hurts even more to be reminded of it when people make their comments of how many children I should have. It also hurts when people say I shouldn't have had Jacob in the first place because I am so sick. I know my own body, you don't. Cayce and I prayed over this pregnancy and it felt right. I do not regret my decision and I would do it all over again. If one lived their life because of all the 'what ifs' then they are not living at all.
Instead of being so judgmental of the choices that people make, why not support them? Instead of saying, "She does know how that happens" perhaps say, "She must be one amazing woman." Raising children is no easy task, the fact that one is willing to raise more than one and do it relatively close together signifies to me that they have superpowers. You aren't living her life, you aren't paying her bills and unless you are one of the two in creation, you have no right to judge. Get off your high horse and give encouragement. I understand that most of these comments are made in passing, without intent of harm, but they can and do hurt. Start offering words of love and help. Pregnancy and children are a beautiful thing, let it stay that way.
One of my friends recently found out that she was pregnant and this child was quite unexpected. It has come to my attention that some of her friends and family are giving her grief about how close together her children will be. The youngest child just recently turned one and will be a year and a half when the newest addition debuts.
Another friend of mine has four children under the age of five. The first comment out of the mouth of the majority when they hear this is, "OMG. She does know what causes that, right?!"
When I was pregnant with Jacob, I lost count of how many people said to me, "You're not having anymore are you?"
Since when, may I ask, is it anyone's business on how close together children are or how many kids one will have? The next person I hear make a comment about 'knowing how this happens' I will bluntly ask them, "Are you asking about their sex life?" You do not know what is going on in their lives. You do not know if the mother that had multiple kids back to back was told that she would never have children. You do not know if she has cried herself to sleep, just praying to get a positive on her pregnancy test after years of having a barren womb. You do not know how excited she may be for the new life inside her. Perhaps she or her significant other were an only child and they know the loneliness it can have and they don't want that for their own child. You do not know if her significant other was killed and that the only link she has to him is that of her children. You do not know if the child inside her was a surprise and unexpected. That just last week she was sitting on the Dr's table finding out the news that she would deliver, when all she can think of is, "God help me, how can I do this?" That the smile on their face is hiding the sheer terror and uncertainty they are feeling. This is not to say that the child is not loved or will be taken care of, but doesn't necessarily fit into life's timeline that they had set for themselves. You do not know if this child was created through an act of love or an act of pain. You may assume, but unless you were involved in the creation of the child, you do not know.
Asking a woman if she is "stopping" after this one is down out rude. It is none of your business. In my case, my pregnancy with Caden was very difficult. I was extremely sick the entire time and I contracted since I was 12 weeks. I was in a serious accident that caused me to contract. I was almost hit by a car while walking to work one morning and I jumped out of the way. I fractured my knee cap and landed directly on my belly. THAT was the moment my contractions started. Caden were born at 39 wks, absolutely perfect. Afterwards I was very sick, but they found out that I had pregnancy thyroiditis which was corrected. When Cayce and I were considering having another child, we went to my many DRs to get clearance first. We wanted to make sure that it would be safe for me and the baby since my first pregnancy was difficult. Each pregnancy is very different and carries it's own set of challenges. With Jacob, I was still sick, but not as bad and I was able to keep working until I was 37 weeks which is a feat for a normal pregnancy. I delivered him on my due date at 40 weeks. My delivery was very traumatic and everyone has said it was because I was trying for a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean). That is not necessarily true, I had a weak uterus and I tore an artery. Jacob's delivery presented this information to us. Just think, if I would have scheduled a repeat c-section with Jacob and decided to try for a 3rd child later on, my weak uterus could have ruptured in the early stages of pregnancy and Cayce would have found me dead at home because I bled out. Jacob's delivery, no matter how unexpected and traumatic, ultimately saved my life. I feel extremely blessed and my life is full with two children. No, I was not planning on having a 3rd, but now that the option is taken from me it hurts. It hurts even more to be reminded of it when people make their comments of how many children I should have. It also hurts when people say I shouldn't have had Jacob in the first place because I am so sick. I know my own body, you don't. Cayce and I prayed over this pregnancy and it felt right. I do not regret my decision and I would do it all over again. If one lived their life because of all the 'what ifs' then they are not living at all.
Instead of being so judgmental of the choices that people make, why not support them? Instead of saying, "She does know how that happens" perhaps say, "She must be one amazing woman." Raising children is no easy task, the fact that one is willing to raise more than one and do it relatively close together signifies to me that they have superpowers. You aren't living her life, you aren't paying her bills and unless you are one of the two in creation, you have no right to judge. Get off your high horse and give encouragement. I understand that most of these comments are made in passing, without intent of harm, but they can and do hurt. Start offering words of love and help. Pregnancy and children are a beautiful thing, let it stay that way.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Making Science
Dear Caden,
I understand that you were just making science, however, it is not acceptable to pour an entire bottle of syrup into the brand new box of cocoa crispies.
Love,
Mommy
I understand that you were just making science, however, it is not acceptable to pour an entire bottle of syrup into the brand new box of cocoa crispies.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, November 11, 2013
Thankful
Dear Caden,
I see you run to me, your face lit up with a grin a mile wide and arms outstretched. I pick you up and twirl you around, kissing underneath your neck until you squeal with laughter. I put you down and you run across the yard giggling at the birds that fly against the backdrop of the beautiful pink and orange evening sky. I watch you squatting on the sidewalk, poking your finger in a hole in the concrete.
"Look Momma! Hole!"
"Yes Caden, that is a hole. Don't stick your finger in it sweetie, that is yuck."
This prompts you to immediately stick your finger further in the hole.
""Loooook! Momma do it."
"No Caden, Mommy isn't going to stick her finger in the hole. That is yuck."
"Momma, sidewalk broken, need bandaid!"
"The sidewalk isn't broken baby, it is ok."
You stare at me, thinking until you finally sigh, "Ohhhtay. Blow kiss it Mommy."
"Mwah! All better."
Happy with my blow kiss, you scamper off and begin to play with something else. I look at you, your innocence and my heart is so very thankful. Thankful that you are able to run free outside and laugh at birds in the sky and not worry about gunshots flying. Thankful that we can play hide and seek for fun and not for fear. Thankful that the hole in the concrete is just the size of your finger and not the size of a crater made by a bomb. Thankful that you will be able to grow up and be a man with the opportunity to become whatever you put your mind to. Thankful that as we sit down to dinner tonight, that we have plates that are full and leftovers for later. Thankful we have clean, running water to drink and bathe in. Thankful that tonight when I kiss you goodnight that you will be able to sleep peacefully, with the sounds of a waterfall gently lulling you into dreamland. Thankful that your dreams will be about laughter, games, swashbuckling and magic. Thankful that you are safe, in my arms and in my home. Thankful.
Thank you to all the Veterans who make my life a reality. Veterans day shouldn't be just one day of the year, it should be every day. Past, present and future - your sacrifices will never be forgotten. Thankful for all the mothers and fathers, wives and husbands who give their loved ones to our country. I live in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave and my children do not know fear because of all that you do. I promise to do my best to teach my children to respect our country. For with all it's flaws, America is still great. I will teach my sons to stand when the flag is being walked in, even if they are the only ones doing so. I will teach them to hold their hands over their heart while saying the pledge of Allegiance, and to be silent - truly silent - for the moments that we pause to remember those who have given the ultimate sacrifice. I will share the history of our country with them, for they are so much more than just stories, they are the blood, sweat and tears that our great nation is built upon. I will teach my sons to honor and respect those who are serving our country. To have patience and love; to help those who have retired or are disabled. I will teach them to give of their time to those who gave so much, whom sadly, have been forgotten by so many. So tonight as we wrap up a beautiful day filled with sunshine and laughter, know that you are appreciated and it is because of you that we are so blessed. We are thankful.
Love,
Mommy
I see you run to me, your face lit up with a grin a mile wide and arms outstretched. I pick you up and twirl you around, kissing underneath your neck until you squeal with laughter. I put you down and you run across the yard giggling at the birds that fly against the backdrop of the beautiful pink and orange evening sky. I watch you squatting on the sidewalk, poking your finger in a hole in the concrete.
"Look Momma! Hole!"
"Yes Caden, that is a hole. Don't stick your finger in it sweetie, that is yuck."
This prompts you to immediately stick your finger further in the hole.
""Loooook! Momma do it."
"No Caden, Mommy isn't going to stick her finger in the hole. That is yuck."
"Momma, sidewalk broken, need bandaid!"
"The sidewalk isn't broken baby, it is ok."
You stare at me, thinking until you finally sigh, "Ohhhtay. Blow kiss it Mommy."
"Mwah! All better."
Happy with my blow kiss, you scamper off and begin to play with something else. I look at you, your innocence and my heart is so very thankful. Thankful that you are able to run free outside and laugh at birds in the sky and not worry about gunshots flying. Thankful that we can play hide and seek for fun and not for fear. Thankful that the hole in the concrete is just the size of your finger and not the size of a crater made by a bomb. Thankful that you will be able to grow up and be a man with the opportunity to become whatever you put your mind to. Thankful that as we sit down to dinner tonight, that we have plates that are full and leftovers for later. Thankful we have clean, running water to drink and bathe in. Thankful that tonight when I kiss you goodnight that you will be able to sleep peacefully, with the sounds of a waterfall gently lulling you into dreamland. Thankful that your dreams will be about laughter, games, swashbuckling and magic. Thankful that you are safe, in my arms and in my home. Thankful.
Thank you to all the Veterans who make my life a reality. Veterans day shouldn't be just one day of the year, it should be every day. Past, present and future - your sacrifices will never be forgotten. Thankful for all the mothers and fathers, wives and husbands who give their loved ones to our country. I live in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave and my children do not know fear because of all that you do. I promise to do my best to teach my children to respect our country. For with all it's flaws, America is still great. I will teach my sons to stand when the flag is being walked in, even if they are the only ones doing so. I will teach them to hold their hands over their heart while saying the pledge of Allegiance, and to be silent - truly silent - for the moments that we pause to remember those who have given the ultimate sacrifice. I will share the history of our country with them, for they are so much more than just stories, they are the blood, sweat and tears that our great nation is built upon. I will teach my sons to honor and respect those who are serving our country. To have patience and love; to help those who have retired or are disabled. I will teach them to give of their time to those who gave so much, whom sadly, have been forgotten by so many. So tonight as we wrap up a beautiful day filled with sunshine and laughter, know that you are appreciated and it is because of you that we are so blessed. We are thankful.
Love,
Mommy
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"Momma, sidewalk broken, need bandaid!"
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Sunday, November 10, 2013
Feed On
Dear Caden,
I hear you make a fake burping sound. This is nothing new to me so I continue on with what I am doing.
"Bleeeeeeuuuuup! Ew yuck!"
This gets me to peek around the corner and I see you with your shirt lifted up holding your Buzz Lightyear toy to your chest. You sit there 'feeding' him, slowly rocking back and forth. Then you place him over your shoulder and start patting him on the back.
"Bleeeeeeuuuup!"
You catch me peeking on you.
"Momma! Buzz Lightyear spit up! Ew yuck!"
You take your shirt and rub Buzz Lightyear's face.
While I know that others may get their knickers in a wad reading this, it makes my heart happy knowing that I have successfully planted the seeds of breastfeeding into the next generation. Feed on.
Love,
Mommy
I hear you make a fake burping sound. This is nothing new to me so I continue on with what I am doing.
"Bleeeeeeuuuuup! Ew yuck!"
This gets me to peek around the corner and I see you with your shirt lifted up holding your Buzz Lightyear toy to your chest. You sit there 'feeding' him, slowly rocking back and forth. Then you place him over your shoulder and start patting him on the back.
"Bleeeeeeuuuup!"
You catch me peeking on you.
"Momma! Buzz Lightyear spit up! Ew yuck!"
You take your shirt and rub Buzz Lightyear's face.
While I know that others may get their knickers in a wad reading this, it makes my heart happy knowing that I have successfully planted the seeds of breastfeeding into the next generation. Feed on.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, November 8, 2013
Nubby
Dear Caden,
If you are going to get a good night's sleep, there are five things that you insist on having in your possession :
1. Your blue and white little car
2. Your minky blanket made by Esther Murphy
3. A pair of socks
4. Mr. Seahorse
5. Your little blue dinosaur
If any one of these items are missing then bedtime becomes quite the nightmare. Each item is special to you in it's own right. The car is the perfect fit for you to 'drive' it up and down your bed frame. The blanket is extremely soft and has your name on it. Anything with your name on it goes up a notch of awesomeness in your book. The socks, well, you currently have this weird sock fetish that has been going on the past few months. The key is that they must be put on by you after we have already tucked you into bed. Mr Seahorse, who recently had a disgusting incontinent episode, has been your oldest and longest friend. He went to the hospital with you when you had your cranio surgery and provided you comfort. Unbeknownst to you, we have 2 seahorses, in the event that we have to wash him. You love to chew on Seahorse's tail until it is disgustingly sopping wet and no matter how many times we have requested for you to stop, it seems to just solidify your resolve to chew on it more. You also like to shove his tail in our faces and ask if we could kiss his tail because it is now "ew yuck" from your slobber. Lastly, your blue dinosaur is a piece from a dinosaur puzzle that Aunt Sam gave you. Blue dinosaur has undergone some interesting changes since coming into your care. I believe it all started when you decided to use him as a chew toy while you were teething, but now you tend to nibble on him all the time. We've started affectionately calling the blue dinosaur "Nubby" as he is missing half of his face and most of his tail. You and Nubby do almost everything together, he helps you brush your teeth, get ready for bed by turning on your night light, he turns on your music, ect. While I am not a fan of you nibbling on Nubby, I suppose it is a source of fiber. I just don't know what we are going to do when Nubby has been nubbed into nothing. I suppose we will just cross that bridge when we come to it. Tonight you asked me to kiss Nubby and pray for him because he apparently didn't feel good. I knelt beside you and we prayed for Nubby to feel better. Thank you for reminding me that even the smallest things in life are important.
Love,
Mommy
If you are going to get a good night's sleep, there are five things that you insist on having in your possession :
1. Your blue and white little car
2. Your minky blanket made by Esther Murphy
3. A pair of socks
4. Mr. Seahorse
5. Your little blue dinosaur
If any one of these items are missing then bedtime becomes quite the nightmare. Each item is special to you in it's own right. The car is the perfect fit for you to 'drive' it up and down your bed frame. The blanket is extremely soft and has your name on it. Anything with your name on it goes up a notch of awesomeness in your book. The socks, well, you currently have this weird sock fetish that has been going on the past few months. The key is that they must be put on by you after we have already tucked you into bed. Mr Seahorse, who recently had a disgusting incontinent episode, has been your oldest and longest friend. He went to the hospital with you when you had your cranio surgery and provided you comfort. Unbeknownst to you, we have 2 seahorses, in the event that we have to wash him. You love to chew on Seahorse's tail until it is disgustingly sopping wet and no matter how many times we have requested for you to stop, it seems to just solidify your resolve to chew on it more. You also like to shove his tail in our faces and ask if we could kiss his tail because it is now "ew yuck" from your slobber. Lastly, your blue dinosaur is a piece from a dinosaur puzzle that Aunt Sam gave you. Blue dinosaur has undergone some interesting changes since coming into your care. I believe it all started when you decided to use him as a chew toy while you were teething, but now you tend to nibble on him all the time. We've started affectionately calling the blue dinosaur "Nubby" as he is missing half of his face and most of his tail. You and Nubby do almost everything together, he helps you brush your teeth, get ready for bed by turning on your night light, he turns on your music, ect. While I am not a fan of you nibbling on Nubby, I suppose it is a source of fiber. I just don't know what we are going to do when Nubby has been nubbed into nothing. I suppose we will just cross that bridge when we come to it. Tonight you asked me to kiss Nubby and pray for him because he apparently didn't feel good. I knelt beside you and we prayed for Nubby to feel better. Thank you for reminding me that even the smallest things in life are important.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Neverland Second Star
Dear Caden,
You've always loved the moon and the stars and most every night we will take you outside so that you can look at them. The past week you've been pointing to a really bright star and saying something, but we couldn't understand. Thanks to a friend at work who gave me a suggestion, last night we finally figured it out: "Momma, look! Neverland second star! Look! I hold it!" I look up at the twinkling star and see the brightness reflecting in your eyes. I hug you tight and breathe in the smells of childhood. May you never forget the excitement of Neverland, may your dreams take you to a world of swashbuckling pirates and magical faeries. May your imagination allow you to soar and fly to heights you never thought possible. May you never grow old.
Love,
Mommy
You've always loved the moon and the stars and most every night we will take you outside so that you can look at them. The past week you've been pointing to a really bright star and saying something, but we couldn't understand. Thanks to a friend at work who gave me a suggestion, last night we finally figured it out: "Momma, look! Neverland second star! Look! I hold it!" I look up at the twinkling star and see the brightness reflecting in your eyes. I hug you tight and breathe in the smells of childhood. May you never forget the excitement of Neverland, may your dreams take you to a world of swashbuckling pirates and magical faeries. May your imagination allow you to soar and fly to heights you never thought possible. May you never grow old.
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Snow!
Dear Caden,
"Loooook Momma! Snow!" It does not snow in Houston. Please explain to me why there is a mountain of white powder all over the floor in which you are gleefully playing with your little Jake and Hook figurines in. While baby powder smells nice, it isn't at all nice to clean up.
Love,
Mommy
"Loooook Momma! Snow!" It does not snow in Houston. Please explain to me why there is a mountain of white powder all over the floor in which you are gleefully playing with your little Jake and Hook figurines in. While baby powder smells nice, it isn't at all nice to clean up.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, November 4, 2013
Him and Hers
Dear Caden,
Lately we've been trying to teach you the difference between "him" and "her." We aren't talking about body parts but rather that girls are "hers" and boys are "hims." Every afternoon when you see me after work you will run up to me with your arms up and earnestly say, "Momma! I hold him!" Which is your way of saying that you want me to pick you up so you can hold and love on me. We gently correct you and say, "Mommy is a girl, mommy is a she. You hold her" and you will repeat it and climb into my arms. You are so very smart and have been doing an exceptional job of learning this he/she/him/her stuff. The other night you were playing with Tiger, our male cat, and you said that you needed to give "her" a night night hug. Daddy said, "Caden, Tiger is a boy. You hug him." You quickly quipped back shaking your pointer finger back and forth, "No. No, no, no, no, no. Tiger not him, Tiger he. I hug he." Technically you are correct, Tiger is a he. You are one smart cookie.
Love,
Mommy
Lately we've been trying to teach you the difference between "him" and "her." We aren't talking about body parts but rather that girls are "hers" and boys are "hims." Every afternoon when you see me after work you will run up to me with your arms up and earnestly say, "Momma! I hold him!" Which is your way of saying that you want me to pick you up so you can hold and love on me. We gently correct you and say, "Mommy is a girl, mommy is a she. You hold her" and you will repeat it and climb into my arms. You are so very smart and have been doing an exceptional job of learning this he/she/him/her stuff. The other night you were playing with Tiger, our male cat, and you said that you needed to give "her" a night night hug. Daddy said, "Caden, Tiger is a boy. You hug him." You quickly quipped back shaking your pointer finger back and forth, "No. No, no, no, no, no. Tiger not him, Tiger he. I hug he." Technically you are correct, Tiger is a he. You are one smart cookie.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Goodnight Moon
Dear Caden,
Every night before bed time we read you books of your choice. For the past year you have requested "Goodnight Moon" Every. Single. Night.
Tonight you surprised us though. Tonight you said that YOU wanted to read it. So, we opened it up and you read us the entire book, all by yourself. Yes, I know you weren't actually 'reading' per say and that it was done by memory, but I am still super proud. You are exceptional.
Love,
Mommy
Every night before bed time we read you books of your choice. For the past year you have requested "Goodnight Moon" Every. Single. Night.
Tonight you surprised us though. Tonight you said that YOU wanted to read it. So, we opened it up and you read us the entire book, all by yourself. Yes, I know you weren't actually 'reading' per say and that it was done by memory, but I am still super proud. You are exceptional.
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Happy 3rd Birthday!!!
Dear Caden,
On November 2, 2010 at 1323 I heard the most beautiful sound of your cries for the first time. After several weeks on bed rest and being sick the entire pregnancy, I got to hold you. Your little eyes stared at me and I knew that my life would be forever changed. Happy 3rd birthday to my little pirate Caden. I adore you with my entire being and I would do anything for you. You made me a Mommy and you made us a family. You definitely add spice, oh lots and lots of spice, to our lives. I pray that you have many more years to celebrate! May today be filled with pirates, waffles, cupcakes, candy, more cupcakes and more pirates, tic-tock croc, balloons, and did I mention cupcakes? So lets blow out your candles, celebrate and make your wish. . . this year is the best yet!
Love,
Mommy
Happy birthday to Great Grandpa Harshman, although you never got to meet him, you were born on his birthday. I know Grandpa Harshman and Great Grandpa Harshman have a front row seat in Heaven watching you today.
On November 2, 2010 at 1323 I heard the most beautiful sound of your cries for the first time. After several weeks on bed rest and being sick the entire pregnancy, I got to hold you. Your little eyes stared at me and I knew that my life would be forever changed. Happy 3rd birthday to my little pirate Caden. I adore you with my entire being and I would do anything for you. You made me a Mommy and you made us a family. You definitely add spice, oh lots and lots of spice, to our lives. I pray that you have many more years to celebrate! May today be filled with pirates, waffles, cupcakes, candy, more cupcakes and more pirates, tic-tock croc, balloons, and did I mention cupcakes? So lets blow out your candles, celebrate and make your wish. . . this year is the best yet!
Love,
Mommy
Happy birthday to Great Grandpa Harshman, although you never got to meet him, you were born on his birthday. I know Grandpa Harshman and Great Grandpa Harshman have a front row seat in Heaven watching you today.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Yum Yum
Dear Caden,
You hear Jacob crying and you inform me, " Mooooomma, Jacob hungry!"
We are in the store so there is nothing I can do at the moment but quickly finish my shopping and try to distract your brother from how hungry he is. I race to the closest check out lane.
"Jacob hungry NOW Mooooomma!" Your voice is getting louder as are Jacob's wails.
"Ok Caden, thank you. Mommy can't feed him just yet, we have to finish shopping first and then..."
You lift up your shirt and start pointing at your nipples. "I HELP MOOOOOOMMA! I DO IT! I FEED JACOB YUM YUM FROM MY BOOBIES!"
You of course say this loud enough for the ladies three checkout lanes away to start giggling at you.
Love,
Mommy
You hear Jacob crying and you inform me, " Mooooomma, Jacob hungry!"
We are in the store so there is nothing I can do at the moment but quickly finish my shopping and try to distract your brother from how hungry he is. I race to the closest check out lane.
"Jacob hungry NOW Mooooomma!" Your voice is getting louder as are Jacob's wails.
"Ok Caden, thank you. Mommy can't feed him just yet, we have to finish shopping first and then..."
You lift up your shirt and start pointing at your nipples. "I HELP MOOOOOOMMA! I DO IT! I FEED JACOB YUM YUM FROM MY BOOBIES!"
You of course say this loud enough for the ladies three checkout lanes away to start giggling at you.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, October 28, 2013
Hey Baby
Dear Caden,
While I was upstairs I heard Daddy calling out for me, "Hey Baby, can you help me with something?" Later you came up to me and said, "Hey Baby, hold me." You crack me up.
Love,
Mommy
While I was upstairs I heard Daddy calling out for me, "Hey Baby, can you help me with something?" Later you came up to me and said, "Hey Baby, hold me." You crack me up.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Mr. Seahorse
Dear Caden,
This morning started around 0430 for us. I hear you hollering, "Mooooommy! Come Quick! Big no no!" I jump out of bed and race to your room, my mind whirling with a million thoughts on what your idea of a 'big no no' could be. I open the door and see you standing on you bed holding your seahorse at arms length towards me.
"Mommy! Mr. Seahorse dirty! Need clean!"
"Caden, what happened? Why is Mr. Seahorse dirty?"
"Mr. Seahorse poo poo...big no no Mommy! Mr. Seahorse poo poo on MEEEEE! Ewww yuck!"
"Mr. Seahorse pooped on you?"
"Mr. Seahorse has tummy owie. Needs medicine and temperature. Needs clean, ew yuck!"
As I get closer I see that your bed is c.o.v.e.r.e.d. in poop, you have war-like poo marks on your face and your hair is different shades of brown. Let's not forget about Mr. Seahorse who obviously caused this poopocolypse. We checked both you and Mr. Seahorse's temperature and gave you both medicine for comfort. I've decided we must potty train Mr. Seahorse, that's all there is too it, either that or make him start wearing diapers.
Love,
Mommy
This morning started around 0430 for us. I hear you hollering, "Mooooommy! Come Quick! Big no no!" I jump out of bed and race to your room, my mind whirling with a million thoughts on what your idea of a 'big no no' could be. I open the door and see you standing on you bed holding your seahorse at arms length towards me.
"Mommy! Mr. Seahorse dirty! Need clean!"
"Caden, what happened? Why is Mr. Seahorse dirty?"
"Mr. Seahorse poo poo...big no no Mommy! Mr. Seahorse poo poo on MEEEEE! Ewww yuck!"
"Mr. Seahorse pooped on you?"
"Mr. Seahorse has tummy owie. Needs medicine and temperature. Needs clean, ew yuck!"
As I get closer I see that your bed is c.o.v.e.r.e.d. in poop, you have war-like poo marks on your face and your hair is different shades of brown. Let's not forget about Mr. Seahorse who obviously caused this poopocolypse. We checked both you and Mr. Seahorse's temperature and gave you both medicine for comfort. I've decided we must potty train Mr. Seahorse, that's all there is too it, either that or make him start wearing diapers.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, October 25, 2013
Bun Warmers
Dear Caden,
The past few mornings have been wonderfully chilly. After we get the car started I always turn my heat up and flip on my seat warmers. This morning you noticed this and asked me, "Where my bun warmers go on?" I inform you that your car seat does not have "bun warmers" and you immediately reply, "But I neeeeed bun warmers! My buns cold - Pleeeease!" Maybe we need to look into inventing this product so that toddlers around the world can have toasty buns on chilly mornings.
Love,
Mommy
The past few mornings have been wonderfully chilly. After we get the car started I always turn my heat up and flip on my seat warmers. This morning you noticed this and asked me, "Where my bun warmers go on?" I inform you that your car seat does not have "bun warmers" and you immediately reply, "But I neeeeed bun warmers! My buns cold - Pleeeease!" Maybe we need to look into inventing this product so that toddlers around the world can have toasty buns on chilly mornings.
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Need Dray
Dear Caden,
Tonight after we tucked you into bed, said night time prayers and gave you about a million hugs and kisses, you began to say, "Need 'dray!" You normally speak very clearly but if not, I typically am extremely good at deciphering Cadenese; however, this time after about 10 minutes I had to call in reinforcements: Daddy. Daddy and I tried for another 20 minutes to figure out what you were saying.
"Need dray!"
"Drink?"
"No, need dray!"
"Play?"
"No, need dray!"
"Candy?" (just went potty)
"No, need dray!"
"Show me Caden, we don't understand."
Your big brown eye peer out from underneath your blanket. "Need dray Mommy!"
Usually by now if we come to a stale mate in guessing what you are saying we are successful in distracting you into something else. However, you were so insistent and your voice had a certain sense of urgency that I couldn't let it go. This continues for a total of 35 minutes until suddenly you whisper one last time, "Need dray, Mommy!" and it dawns on me- "Need pray."
I kneel beside your bed, you lay your head on my arm and I feel a twinge in my heart. Even though we had already prayed, I run my fingers run through your hair and I hold you close to me and begin to whisper another prayer with you.
May I always remember to have childlike faith, to stop and whisper prayers when God places it on my heart. May I always pause to listen to my children and their needs, really listen, for we never know if God is speaking through them. I pray that I remember that I am not just raising two busy boys, but I am molding and nurturing them into Godly men. Thank you Caden for reminding me once again that you watch everything we do, and you mimic what you see. Thankful that you have a tender heart, I am humbled to be your mommy.
Love,
Mommy
"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy site O Lord, my Strength and my Redeemer." Psalm 19:14
Tonight after we tucked you into bed, said night time prayers and gave you about a million hugs and kisses, you began to say, "Need 'dray!" You normally speak very clearly but if not, I typically am extremely good at deciphering Cadenese; however, this time after about 10 minutes I had to call in reinforcements: Daddy. Daddy and I tried for another 20 minutes to figure out what you were saying.
"Need dray!"
"Drink?"
"No, need dray!"
"Play?"
"No, need dray!"
"Candy?" (just went potty)
"No, need dray!"
"Show me Caden, we don't understand."
Your big brown eye peer out from underneath your blanket. "Need dray Mommy!"
Usually by now if we come to a stale mate in guessing what you are saying we are successful in distracting you into something else. However, you were so insistent and your voice had a certain sense of urgency that I couldn't let it go. This continues for a total of 35 minutes until suddenly you whisper one last time, "Need dray, Mommy!" and it dawns on me- "Need pray."
I kneel beside your bed, you lay your head on my arm and I feel a twinge in my heart. Even though we had already prayed, I run my fingers run through your hair and I hold you close to me and begin to whisper another prayer with you.
May I always remember to have childlike faith, to stop and whisper prayers when God places it on my heart. May I always pause to listen to my children and their needs, really listen, for we never know if God is speaking through them. I pray that I remember that I am not just raising two busy boys, but I am molding and nurturing them into Godly men. Thank you Caden for reminding me once again that you watch everything we do, and you mimic what you see. Thankful that you have a tender heart, I am humbled to be your mommy.
Love,
Mommy
"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy site O Lord, my Strength and my Redeemer." Psalm 19:14
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Cool Buses!
Dear Caden,
Morning drives to Maw's house are very entertaining. You insist for me to, "Look Momma! Cool bus! See! Looook Momma! Cool Bus!" every single time a school bus drives by. I just hope that by the time you are old enough to be in school that you still think that school buses are cool.
Love,
Mommy
Morning drives to Maw's house are very entertaining. You insist for me to, "Look Momma! Cool bus! See! Looook Momma! Cool Bus!" every single time a school bus drives by. I just hope that by the time you are old enough to be in school that you still think that school buses are cool.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, October 21, 2013
Crabs and Boogers
Dear Caden,
Mommy loves seafood, especially lobster and crab, and I don't like to share it. Unfortunately there seems to be an unspoken rule of, "If it's on Mommy's plate then it is ALL mine." You are extremely well versed on this rule and practice it daily. It doesn't matter if you have the same exact food on your plate, Mommy's always tastes better.
You were quite intrigued by the crab legs, instantly creating swashbuckling magic at the table. Suddenly you began picking your nose with the crab legs and held it out to me. "Mommy, look! I got big booger! Eat it Mommy!" I think I will pass.
Love,
Mommy
Mommy loves seafood, especially lobster and crab, and I don't like to share it. Unfortunately there seems to be an unspoken rule of, "If it's on Mommy's plate then it is ALL mine." You are extremely well versed on this rule and practice it daily. It doesn't matter if you have the same exact food on your plate, Mommy's always tastes better.
You were quite intrigued by the crab legs, instantly creating swashbuckling magic at the table. Suddenly you began picking your nose with the crab legs and held it out to me. "Mommy, look! I got big booger! Eat it Mommy!" I think I will pass.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Hairball
Dear Caden,
These past few mornings you have been incredibly congested, seasonal allergies have not been your friend. Suddenly you sneeze really big and you start yelling out, "Mommy! Hairball! Mommy! I have hairball!" In your hand was a wad of snot. Oh sweet Caden, cats have hairballs. Humans do not. Or at least they shouldn't.
Love,
Mommy
These past few mornings you have been incredibly congested, seasonal allergies have not been your friend. Suddenly you sneeze really big and you start yelling out, "Mommy! Hairball! Mommy! I have hairball!" In your hand was a wad of snot. Oh sweet Caden, cats have hairballs. Humans do not. Or at least they shouldn't.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Watering
Dear Caden,
When Mommy asked you to help her water her rosemary and basil she meant with water. Not with urine.
Love,
Mommy
When Mommy asked you to help her water her rosemary and basil she meant with water. Not with urine.
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Terrible 3's
Dear Caden,
I adore you, I really do. However, today I am really tempted to put you outside with a sign on your neck that says, "50 cents OBO." These terrible 3's will be the death of me.
Love,
Mommy
I adore you, I really do. However, today I am really tempted to put you outside with a sign on your neck that says, "50 cents OBO." These terrible 3's will be the death of me.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Dreams
Dear Caden,
Oxford's dictionary describes the word dream as a cherished aspiration, ambition or ideal.
Fifty years ago today, a black gentleman stood up and faced thousands of people and rallied for a better life for his fellow brethren. He has a dream. Martin Luther King Jr. had to fight a battle that he should have never had to fight. America the Great is so very blessed, but sadly, she has made many mistakes. Some generations grew up thinking that not every one was equal, that one could be judged by the color of their skin and not for who they really were. They were afraid of anyone who was different than they were, the unknowns. Hatred manifested on both sides and many lives, including Mr. King's were lost. He has a dream. Mr. King was not just a right's activist, he was a man of Faith. A man who raised his family in the Word of God, a man who was not afraid to kneel and pray. He raised his children to be God fearing and honest. Sadly, Mr. King did not get to see the manifestations of all his work, but his legacy lives on and his children are living his dream. He has a dream. I say the word has instead of had because his dream lives on in all of us. The fight against racial prejudices still occur, but it is deeper than that. It's the fight for humanity itself. As your mother I will do my best to raise you and your brother to also be God fearing and honest. To know that we all bleed the same no matter the color of our skin, our educational background, our wealth or lack thereof. I will do my best to encourage you, to believe the impossible for you and to stand up for you. I want you to know your self worth, to know just how amazing you truly are and for you to just be yourself. I want you to be able to hold on to a stranger's hand and stand up together for what is right. I want you to smash prejudices and break away from the mundane. I want you to befriend those that are different than you, and when you do you may realize that they are more similar to you than you thought. That homeless person that you pass everyday is someone's baby; a mother once rocked them and held them closely. They are more than just a body taking up space, they have a story, they have a life. They too have dreams. Help them, reach out to them, believe in them, take them by the hand and dream with them. The world is hurting, humanity is crying for someone to take a stand, for someone to still dream. America was built on the dreams of our Forefathers, let that not be in vain. I want you to grow up and make a difference in your world. I want you to dream. I want you to look your fears in the eye and not back down. I want you to know that you, my Dear Caden, can build on Mr. King's dream and make a better world for yourself and for others. Everything was said to be impossible until it was done, so strive for the impossible. The world is hurting, America's dreams are turning into nightmares. Be that difference. I want you to dream. When you fall down, and you will, get back up. "Don't look at them as low points. Look at them as launch pads. There will always be dips in life, life is a rollercoaster." -Will. I. Am. So tonight as I tuck you into bed, I promise to do my best to practice what I preach. I promise to be that difference in my world because I know your little eyes are watching as Mr. King's children were watching him. For I too, have a dream.
Love,
Mommy
Oxford's dictionary describes the word dream as a cherished aspiration, ambition or ideal.
Fifty years ago today, a black gentleman stood up and faced thousands of people and rallied for a better life for his fellow brethren. He has a dream. Martin Luther King Jr. had to fight a battle that he should have never had to fight. America the Great is so very blessed, but sadly, she has made many mistakes. Some generations grew up thinking that not every one was equal, that one could be judged by the color of their skin and not for who they really were. They were afraid of anyone who was different than they were, the unknowns. Hatred manifested on both sides and many lives, including Mr. King's were lost. He has a dream. Mr. King was not just a right's activist, he was a man of Faith. A man who raised his family in the Word of God, a man who was not afraid to kneel and pray. He raised his children to be God fearing and honest. Sadly, Mr. King did not get to see the manifestations of all his work, but his legacy lives on and his children are living his dream. He has a dream. I say the word has instead of had because his dream lives on in all of us. The fight against racial prejudices still occur, but it is deeper than that. It's the fight for humanity itself. As your mother I will do my best to raise you and your brother to also be God fearing and honest. To know that we all bleed the same no matter the color of our skin, our educational background, our wealth or lack thereof. I will do my best to encourage you, to believe the impossible for you and to stand up for you. I want you to know your self worth, to know just how amazing you truly are and for you to just be yourself. I want you to be able to hold on to a stranger's hand and stand up together for what is right. I want you to smash prejudices and break away from the mundane. I want you to befriend those that are different than you, and when you do you may realize that they are more similar to you than you thought. That homeless person that you pass everyday is someone's baby; a mother once rocked them and held them closely. They are more than just a body taking up space, they have a story, they have a life. They too have dreams. Help them, reach out to them, believe in them, take them by the hand and dream with them. The world is hurting, humanity is crying for someone to take a stand, for someone to still dream. America was built on the dreams of our Forefathers, let that not be in vain. I want you to grow up and make a difference in your world. I want you to dream. I want you to look your fears in the eye and not back down. I want you to know that you, my Dear Caden, can build on Mr. King's dream and make a better world for yourself and for others. Everything was said to be impossible until it was done, so strive for the impossible. The world is hurting, America's dreams are turning into nightmares. Be that difference. I want you to dream. When you fall down, and you will, get back up. "Don't look at them as low points. Look at them as launch pads. There will always be dips in life, life is a rollercoaster." -Will. I. Am. So tonight as I tuck you into bed, I promise to do my best to practice what I preach. I promise to be that difference in my world because I know your little eyes are watching as Mr. King's children were watching him. For I too, have a dream.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Tutumber's Arm
Dear Caden,
There's singing, dancing, swashbuckling and you don't care. While watching Veggie Tales you asked, "Daddy, where's Tutumber's (Cucumber) arm go?" Forget all the excitement of talking and dancing vegetables, you were more concerned that Larry didn't have extremities.
Love,
Mommy
There's singing, dancing, swashbuckling and you don't care. While watching Veggie Tales you asked, "Daddy, where's Tutumber's (Cucumber) arm go?" Forget all the excitement of talking and dancing vegetables, you were more concerned that Larry didn't have extremities.
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, August 24, 2013
In Line
Dear Caden,
I am glad you can keep those socks in line, they were really starting to act out.
Love,
Mommy
I am glad you can keep those socks in line, they were really starting to act out.
Love,
Mommy
Sock Knobs
Dear Caden,
I suppose it does make getting dressed in the morning a bit quicker and easier; all you have to do is grab a sock and go.
Love,
Mommy
I suppose it does make getting dressed in the morning a bit quicker and easier; all you have to do is grab a sock and go.
Love,
Mommy
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| Sock Knobs |
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Nights Like This
Dear Caden,
It was my understanding that you aren't supposed to have nights like this until you were in college. You are growing up too fast.
Love,
Mommy
P.S.
We are super proud of you for putting on your own socks all by yourself.
It was my understanding that you aren't supposed to have nights like this until you were in college. You are growing up too fast.
Mommy
P.S.
We are super proud of you for putting on your own socks all by yourself.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Candy Bowl
Dear Caden,
We have a candy bowl in our house and when you go potty you get a piece of candy. Yes, you are potty trained and have been for the past 7 months, so no, you technically do not need a candy treat. This is the only way that I can have unlimited access to candy while not looking like a candy pig, by using you of course. However this has one little plot hole. This morning I was hunched over the bowl, digging to find a piece of deliciousness, when you happened upon me. Now I had just told you about 5 minutes earlier that you couldn't have any candy because you didn't go potty. You start shaking your finger at me, "No! No, no, no, no, no! Mommy no potty! Sneaky snook!" Apparently 1) You watch too much Jake and the Neverland Pirates 2) I must use the potty before getting candy because I know you are watching 3) I am somehow now held accountable for my candy intake by a 2 year old. Aww, coconuts!
Love,
Mommy
We have a candy bowl in our house and when you go potty you get a piece of candy. Yes, you are potty trained and have been for the past 7 months, so no, you technically do not need a candy treat. This is the only way that I can have unlimited access to candy while not looking like a candy pig, by using you of course. However this has one little plot hole. This morning I was hunched over the bowl, digging to find a piece of deliciousness, when you happened upon me. Now I had just told you about 5 minutes earlier that you couldn't have any candy because you didn't go potty. You start shaking your finger at me, "No! No, no, no, no, no! Mommy no potty! Sneaky snook!" Apparently 1) You watch too much Jake and the Neverland Pirates 2) I must use the potty before getting candy because I know you are watching 3) I am somehow now held accountable for my candy intake by a 2 year old. Aww, coconuts!
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Risotto
Dear Caden,
We sit down at the table to eat dinner and you immediately sit up tall to inspect what is laid out. I lay your plate out in front of you, we say our prayer and you excitedly begin to dig in. That is until you came to the risotto.
"Eeeeeew!"
"It's yummy Caden. Try it. Its risotto."
"Eeeeeew!", your face pinches up.
"Just try it."
"No. No, no, no, no, no." Your little pointer finger begins shaking up and down at me. "I no eat Toto."
I try to make it a policy in our house not to eat dog, but I guess it must've slipped my mind. Just don't tell Dorothy.
Love,
Mommy
We sit down at the table to eat dinner and you immediately sit up tall to inspect what is laid out. I lay your plate out in front of you, we say our prayer and you excitedly begin to dig in. That is until you came to the risotto.
"Eeeeeew!"
"It's yummy Caden. Try it. Its risotto."
"Eeeeeew!", your face pinches up.
"Just try it."
"No. No, no, no, no, no." Your little pointer finger begins shaking up and down at me. "I no eat Toto."
I try to make it a policy in our house not to eat dog, but I guess it must've slipped my mind. Just don't tell Dorothy.
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Maw's Coffee
Dear Caden,
This morning you sat up in bed, stretched your arms out and let out a BIG yawn.
I made the comment, "Wow Caden! That is a really big yawn!"
You looked at me with your sleepy brown eyes and said, "Yeah, I need coffee."
I stopped, "Come again?"
You paused, looked at me thoughtfully and replied, "Maw's coffee."
I am sure poor Maw says that a lot with you around. Heck, I am sometimes worn out by the time I drop you and Jacob off at Ms. Vickie and Maw's and it is only 7am.
How about chocolate milk instead?
Love,
Mommy
This morning you sat up in bed, stretched your arms out and let out a BIG yawn.
I made the comment, "Wow Caden! That is a really big yawn!"
You looked at me with your sleepy brown eyes and said, "Yeah, I need coffee."
I stopped, "Come again?"
You paused, looked at me thoughtfully and replied, "Maw's coffee."
I am sure poor Maw says that a lot with you around. Heck, I am sometimes worn out by the time I drop you and Jacob off at Ms. Vickie and Maw's and it is only 7am.
How about chocolate milk instead?
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Criminals Defeeted!
Dear Caden,
The nightlife of Batman and his sidekicks - you never know what you will find in his utility belt. I am just happy they are clean socks, since you insist on sleeping with them almost every night. Are you testing them out for when crime strikes? I can see the headlines now, "Batman saves the day again! Criminal Defeeted (get it?!) knocked unconscious by smelly sock!" I feel safer already.
Love,
Mommy
The nightlife of Batman and his sidekicks - you never know what you will find in his utility belt. I am just happy they are clean socks, since you insist on sleeping with them almost every night. Are you testing them out for when crime strikes? I can see the headlines now, "Batman saves the day again! Criminal Defeeted (get it?!) knocked unconscious by smelly sock!" I feel safer already.
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Indian Food
Dear Caden,
Tonight as we sat down for dinner I told you that we were eating Indian food and that it was really yummy. I asked you if you knew what Indian food was, fully expecting you to say "No!" or "Ewwww!". Instead your eyes lit up and you said, "I eat Pocahontas!" We aren't cannibals and it is a different type of Indian, but still impressive.
Love,
Mommy
Tonight as we sat down for dinner I told you that we were eating Indian food and that it was really yummy. I asked you if you knew what Indian food was, fully expecting you to say "No!" or "Ewwww!". Instead your eyes lit up and you said, "I eat Pocahontas!" We aren't cannibals and it is a different type of Indian, but still impressive.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Sleepy Spiderman
Dear Caden,
Apparently saving the world as Spiderman is hard work. I guess it makes sense that you have to sleep with socks on your hands to keep you from shooting webs out in your sleep.
Love,
Mommy
Apparently saving the world as Spiderman is hard work. I guess it makes sense that you have to sleep with socks on your hands to keep you from shooting webs out in your sleep.
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Focus
Dear Caden,
"Mama! Shoes!" You come running to me with one shoe on and one shoe on your hand.
"Yes, Caden. Those are your shoes. Please keep them on this time." I sit you down and put your shoe back on. I let you go and start looking for Jacob's pacifier which you have hidden, yet again.
"Mama! Snack! I neeeeeed snack!" You bring me your snack container and start pointing to the top of the fridge where your favorite snacks are.
"Yes, Caden. Uh huh. Ok." I am still looking for Jacob's paci as his screams get louder.
"Circles Mama! I neeeeeed Circles!" You start jumping up and down in excitement, your little fingers pointing to the Nilla Wafers.
"Mmmmm? Ok, yeah." My search for the pacifier is becoming frantic as Jacob hits notes that Sarah Brightman would be proud of.
"Mama! Pleeease!" Your face is now two inches from mine, your excitement is tangible. "Please!!!!"
"Ok Caden, fine. But where is Jacob's pacifier?" My frustration is beginning to show.
Suddenly your hands grab my face and you get right in it
"Mama! Eyes please! Focus!"
Wonder where you heard that from. Oh, and next time, please don't hide Jacob's pacifier in your lego box.
Love,
Mommy
"Mama! Shoes!" You come running to me with one shoe on and one shoe on your hand.
"Yes, Caden. Those are your shoes. Please keep them on this time." I sit you down and put your shoe back on. I let you go and start looking for Jacob's pacifier which you have hidden, yet again.
"Mama! Snack! I neeeeeed snack!" You bring me your snack container and start pointing to the top of the fridge where your favorite snacks are.
"Yes, Caden. Uh huh. Ok." I am still looking for Jacob's paci as his screams get louder.
"Circles Mama! I neeeeeed Circles!" You start jumping up and down in excitement, your little fingers pointing to the Nilla Wafers.
"Mmmmm? Ok, yeah." My search for the pacifier is becoming frantic as Jacob hits notes that Sarah Brightman would be proud of.
"Mama! Pleeease!" Your face is now two inches from mine, your excitement is tangible. "Please!!!!"
"Ok Caden, fine. But where is Jacob's pacifier?" My frustration is beginning to show.
Suddenly your hands grab my face and you get right in it
"Mama! Eyes please! Focus!"
Wonder where you heard that from. Oh, and next time, please don't hide Jacob's pacifier in your lego box.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, August 2, 2013
Mr. Banana
Dear Caden,
Mornings in this house are always busy in between : dressing you, feeding Jacob, feeding you, dressing Jacob, trying to redress you from you taking off half of your clothes, trying to keep myself from getting locked in the garage half naked, me trying to grab a banana to go, making sure all of your bags are packed and putting on your shoes and socks for the 3rd time. Today we went to Discovery Green to play with some of our favorite friends and cousin Caleb. On the way there I sighed because I had left my banana at home with all of the craziness of trying to get out of the house. After we got home, I went upstairs to change and find my banana in my room. It somehow got tucked into Mommy and Daddy's bed. You know that we don't allow food upstairs, but I have to admit that it was too cute and I couldn't get upset with you. Thank you for making me smile during a crazy day. It is moments like these that I know I will miss once you are older . . . I pray you never lose your sense of silliness my dear Caden.
Love,
Mommy
Mornings in this house are always busy in between : dressing you, feeding Jacob, feeding you, dressing Jacob, trying to redress you from you taking off half of your clothes, trying to keep myself from getting locked in the garage half naked, me trying to grab a banana to go, making sure all of your bags are packed and putting on your shoes and socks for the 3rd time. Today we went to Discovery Green to play with some of our favorite friends and cousin Caleb. On the way there I sighed because I had left my banana at home with all of the craziness of trying to get out of the house. After we got home, I went upstairs to change and find my banana in my room. It somehow got tucked into Mommy and Daddy's bed. You know that we don't allow food upstairs, but I have to admit that it was too cute and I couldn't get upset with you. Thank you for making me smile during a crazy day. It is moments like these that I know I will miss once you are older . . . I pray you never lose your sense of silliness my dear Caden.
Love,
Mommy
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| Mr. Banana |
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| Caleb and Caden * Cousin love * |
Thursday, August 1, 2013
May or May not
Dear Caden,
You may, or may not, have been extremely busy this morning. You may, or may not, have started locking doors and shutting them. This includes, maybe or maybe not, locking Mommy in the garage while she was inappropriately half dressed causing Mommy to freak out because she has no way to get back into the house except going outside to get to the front door. This may, or may not, have lead Mommy to dart out for all the neighborhood to see to her half naked as she scrambled to unlock said front door. Mommy may, or may not, need to start wearing keys around her waist like a warden.
Love,
Mommy
You may, or may not, have been extremely busy this morning. You may, or may not, have started locking doors and shutting them. This includes, maybe or maybe not, locking Mommy in the garage while she was inappropriately half dressed causing Mommy to freak out because she has no way to get back into the house except going outside to get to the front door. This may, or may not, have lead Mommy to dart out for all the neighborhood to see to her half naked as she scrambled to unlock said front door. Mommy may, or may not, need to start wearing keys around her waist like a warden.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Wet Sneeze
Dear Caden,
You are sitting quietly when suddenly you sneeze really loudly. For the next several minutes afterwards you keep asking, "Momma! Where'd it go?" Over and over and over again. I start naming things trying to figure out what you were looking for, but to no avail. I lean over to get up and stick my hand in something gooey and disgusting. I lift it up and I see a wad of snot that you had apparently sneezed out. You smile and say, "There it is!" Guess I found what you were looking for. Nasty.
Love,
Mommy
You are sitting quietly when suddenly you sneeze really loudly. For the next several minutes afterwards you keep asking, "Momma! Where'd it go?" Over and over and over again. I start naming things trying to figure out what you were looking for, but to no avail. I lean over to get up and stick my hand in something gooey and disgusting. I lift it up and I see a wad of snot that you had apparently sneezed out. You smile and say, "There it is!" Guess I found what you were looking for. Nasty.
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
First Date
Dear Caden,
Have fun on your first date with Baby Kate. To win her heart, treat her to an all you can eat buffet of goldfish and apple juice. Promise me that you will bring her home by 8 pm sharp (and that really means 7:30 pm).
Love,
Mommy
Have fun on your first date with Baby Kate. To win her heart, treat her to an all you can eat buffet of goldfish and apple juice. Promise me that you will bring her home by 8 pm sharp (and that really means 7:30 pm).
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Ball of Yarn
Dear Caden,
You are a very busy little guy, constantly touching and getting into things. However, sometimes the simplest things are the most entertaining. For example : a ball of yarn that you insisted on playing with. This kept you entertained for quite some time as you continued to unroll it all over Lolli and Pop's house. Move over ipad, we're going back to basics.
Love,
Mommy
You are a very busy little guy, constantly touching and getting into things. However, sometimes the simplest things are the most entertaining. For example : a ball of yarn that you insisted on playing with. This kept you entertained for quite some time as you continued to unroll it all over Lolli and Pop's house. Move over ipad, we're going back to basics.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, July 26, 2013
Thunder Down Under
Dear Caden,
Your baby brother, Jacob, has the toots of a grown man. The other night after he passed gas, you hollered out, "Momma! Jesus' drums!" That is what you say when it thunders. . . apparently Jacob can make it thunder down under.
Love,
Mommy
Your baby brother, Jacob, has the toots of a grown man. The other night after he passed gas, you hollered out, "Momma! Jesus' drums!" That is what you say when it thunders. . . apparently Jacob can make it thunder down under.
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, July 25, 2013
I Hold!
Dear Caden,
We are laying down on the bed, you stare at me with your big brown eyes and I instantly melt. We are winding down getting ready for bed and you are chattering away telling me all about your day. You point to my eyes, nearly poking them in the process and say, "Momma's eyes bluuuuuuue!"
I tell you that, yes, my eyes are blue.
"Momma! Caden's eyes brooooooown!" Yes, sweet Caden, your eyes are brown.
"Momma! Caden hold your eyes!" No, sweet Caden, you cannot hold Mommy's eyes.
"Momma! Eyelashes!" Yes, sweet Caden, those are my eyelashes.
"Momma! Eyelashes off! Caden hold eyelashes!" No, sweet Caden, Mommy's eyelashes don't come off and you can't hold them.
"Pleeeeease Momma!" No baby, they don't come off.
"PLEEEEEASE!!!"
Your fingers suddenly dart out, grab and pull out one of my lashes. OUCH! Caden! That hurts! You don't pull eyelashes out!
"Oooootay.", you sigh. You stare at me quietly and begin patting my back in sympathy.
"Momma! I hold eyebrows!"
I think Mommy is done playing this game before you find something else to hold.
Love,
Mommy
We are laying down on the bed, you stare at me with your big brown eyes and I instantly melt. We are winding down getting ready for bed and you are chattering away telling me all about your day. You point to my eyes, nearly poking them in the process and say, "Momma's eyes bluuuuuuue!"
I tell you that, yes, my eyes are blue.
"Momma! Caden's eyes brooooooown!" Yes, sweet Caden, your eyes are brown.
"Momma! Caden hold your eyes!" No, sweet Caden, you cannot hold Mommy's eyes.
"Momma! Eyelashes!" Yes, sweet Caden, those are my eyelashes.
"Momma! Eyelashes off! Caden hold eyelashes!" No, sweet Caden, Mommy's eyelashes don't come off and you can't hold them.
"Pleeeeease Momma!" No baby, they don't come off.
"PLEEEEEASE!!!"
Your fingers suddenly dart out, grab and pull out one of my lashes. OUCH! Caden! That hurts! You don't pull eyelashes out!
"Oooootay.", you sigh. You stare at me quietly and begin patting my back in sympathy.
"Momma! I hold eyebrows!"
I think Mommy is done playing this game before you find something else to hold.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, July 22, 2013
My Iron Chef
Dear Caden,
Every great chef has to start somewhere. Today it is Mommy's kitchen, tomorrow will be Kitchen Stadium. You are my Iron Chef.
Love,
Mommy
Every great chef has to start somewhere. Today it is Mommy's kitchen, tomorrow will be Kitchen Stadium. You are my Iron Chef.
Love,
Mommy
Dinnertime Distress
Dear Jacob,
It happens Every. Single. Night. I will be elbow deep in dinner preparations with the stove top sizzling, the cabinet strewn with ingredients, my apron covered in food and you start wailing at the top of your lungs. Do I run to you or do I try and finish cooking and see if you will soothe yourself? The oven timer goes off and your wail hits an octave that makes me truly wonder how it is produced from such a tiny body. My mind wonders, did you squirm into the corner of the crib again and have your leg half hanging out like last night? Food or baby, baby or food? You haven't taken a breath since the last wail . . . I am positive you are wrapped up in your blankets in a dangerous way by the sound of your cries. I quickly dust off, rinse my hands, pull out the food and run up the stairs.I am 3 stairs from the top and you stop crying. I decide to check on you anyway: You are there, middle of the crib, blankets still neatly wrapped around you. Then you smile the biggest smile, Seriously?! It's a good thing you are so stinking cute.
Love,
Mommy
It happens Every. Single. Night. I will be elbow deep in dinner preparations with the stove top sizzling, the cabinet strewn with ingredients, my apron covered in food and you start wailing at the top of your lungs. Do I run to you or do I try and finish cooking and see if you will soothe yourself? The oven timer goes off and your wail hits an octave that makes me truly wonder how it is produced from such a tiny body. My mind wonders, did you squirm into the corner of the crib again and have your leg half hanging out like last night? Food or baby, baby or food? You haven't taken a breath since the last wail . . . I am positive you are wrapped up in your blankets in a dangerous way by the sound of your cries. I quickly dust off, rinse my hands, pull out the food and run up the stairs.I am 3 stairs from the top and you stop crying. I decide to check on you anyway: You are there, middle of the crib, blankets still neatly wrapped around you. Then you smile the biggest smile, Seriously?! It's a good thing you are so stinking cute.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, July 19, 2013
Christmas in July
Dear Caden,
Every night we read books before bedtime. Lately you have been begging us to read Charlie Brown's Christmas. We have read it to you every night for the past two weeks. Last night you asked me, "Where Titmas tree go? Titmas tree go night night?' I am thinking we may need to pull out some stuff and have a mini Christmas in July. I can handle that.
Love,
Mommy
Every night we read books before bedtime. Lately you have been begging us to read Charlie Brown's Christmas. We have read it to you every night for the past two weeks. Last night you asked me, "Where Titmas tree go? Titmas tree go night night?' I am thinking we may need to pull out some stuff and have a mini Christmas in July. I can handle that.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Jesus' drums LOUD!
Dear Caden,
Last night the rains definitely came down around us. The skies were lit up with lightening and the thunder shook our house. At one point lightening hit the middle of our street and the boom that followed was incredible. I quickly went to check on you to make sure that you were ok, and of course, you were. You sat up in your bed and said, "Momma! Jesus' drums LOUD! Shhhh! Jacob's sleeping!" Mmmmmm . . . wonder where you've heard that before? Perhaps we ask you to pipe it down because Jacob's sleeping a little too much. Thank you for thinking of Jacob Caden, but something tells me that Jesus will be playing His drums for quite a while.
Love,
Mommy
Last night the rains definitely came down around us. The skies were lit up with lightening and the thunder shook our house. At one point lightening hit the middle of our street and the boom that followed was incredible. I quickly went to check on you to make sure that you were ok, and of course, you were. You sat up in your bed and said, "Momma! Jesus' drums LOUD! Shhhh! Jacob's sleeping!" Mmmmmm . . . wonder where you've heard that before? Perhaps we ask you to pipe it down because Jacob's sleeping a little too much. Thank you for thinking of Jacob Caden, but something tells me that Jesus will be playing His drums for quite a while.
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Kisses
Dear Caden,
"Ewww! Yuck!" is what you squeal as I give you kisses on your cheek. You begin to frantically try and wipe off all of my kisses. I just pray that you remember this and think the same come Kindergarten when that cute little girl gives you a wink. That's right Caden, ALL of girls kisses are gross until you are at least 30. Or until you have graduated college and have a really good job and move out of Mommy's house. Even then, Mommy will need to inspect those kisses. . . just in case.
Love,
Mommy
"Ewww! Yuck!" is what you squeal as I give you kisses on your cheek. You begin to frantically try and wipe off all of my kisses. I just pray that you remember this and think the same come Kindergarten when that cute little girl gives you a wink. That's right Caden, ALL of girls kisses are gross until you are at least 30. Or until you have graduated college and have a really good job and move out of Mommy's house. Even then, Mommy will need to inspect those kisses. . . just in case.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Stray Cheerio
Dear Caden,
When you see Mommy coming in the door with a crazed look on her face from her 3 hour long supposedly 'fast' shopping trip and her arms are filled at maximum capacity with bags, this is not the time to insist that she also hold 'RIGHT NOW' the stray cheerio that you found on the floor.
Love,
Mommy
When you see Mommy coming in the door with a crazed look on her face from her 3 hour long supposedly 'fast' shopping trip and her arms are filled at maximum capacity with bags, this is not the time to insist that she also hold 'RIGHT NOW' the stray cheerio that you found on the floor.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, July 12, 2013
Diaper Tear!
Dear Caden,
Jacob is sleeping peacefully in his bouncy seat when he lets out a sound that only comes from grown men. You quickly run up to me with a worried look on your face and excitedly tell me that, "Yacob diaper tear! Oh no! Ewwww!" Suddenly Jacob does it again and you bust out laughing, "Ewwww! Mommy, Yacob poo poo! Yacob diaper tear!" I get up to change your brother only to see the diaper did not contain it all. . .little did you know Caden, how true your statement was.
Love,
Mommy
Jacob is sleeping peacefully in his bouncy seat when he lets out a sound that only comes from grown men. You quickly run up to me with a worried look on your face and excitedly tell me that, "Yacob diaper tear! Oh no! Ewwww!" Suddenly Jacob does it again and you bust out laughing, "Ewwww! Mommy, Yacob poo poo! Yacob diaper tear!" I get up to change your brother only to see the diaper did not contain it all. . .little did you know Caden, how true your statement was.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Growing
Dear Caden,
I've finally figured it out! After much trial and error, I got it! This piece of information is something that will save your future wife a massive headache - the quickest way to get your child to grow is to buy them something new. You wore a size 4 shoe for FOREVER, so I bought you a new pair. You wore them once. ONCE. I then bought you a size 5.5 and you wore them for about 3 months. Now you are a size 6.5, tomorrow you will be a size 13, I am sure of it. Don't even get me started about clothes. . . As much as I hated hand me downs growing up, I am starting to understand.
Love,
Mommy
I've finally figured it out! After much trial and error, I got it! This piece of information is something that will save your future wife a massive headache - the quickest way to get your child to grow is to buy them something new. You wore a size 4 shoe for FOREVER, so I bought you a new pair. You wore them once. ONCE. I then bought you a size 5.5 and you wore them for about 3 months. Now you are a size 6.5, tomorrow you will be a size 13, I am sure of it. Don't even get me started about clothes. . . As much as I hated hand me downs growing up, I am starting to understand.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, July 8, 2013
Mustard
Dear Caden,
You love to dip your food into pretty much anything and it doesn't matter if it is meant to be dipped or not. I will open the refrigerator and let you examine your dipping options: ketchup, ranch, bbq sauce, ect. You will hem and haw, touch one and put it back, taking your sweet time deciding what your dinner should be coated in. Tonight you decided your banana needed a healthy glow of ranch dressing, but not before you informed me that the mustard was, "Ewww yuck! That's Yacob's poo poo!" And I thought only nurses compared bodily fluids to food. . .
Love,
Mommy
You love to dip your food into pretty much anything and it doesn't matter if it is meant to be dipped or not. I will open the refrigerator and let you examine your dipping options: ketchup, ranch, bbq sauce, ect. You will hem and haw, touch one and put it back, taking your sweet time deciding what your dinner should be coated in. Tonight you decided your banana needed a healthy glow of ranch dressing, but not before you informed me that the mustard was, "Ewww yuck! That's Yacob's poo poo!" And I thought only nurses compared bodily fluids to food. . .
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Ice Cream Truck
Dear Caden,
It begins softly and increasingly gets more annoying, similar to a fly buzzing around your face. The warbled sounds of It's a small world pour out of the rusty speakers of the Ice Cream Truck. Suddenly it comes into focus, creeping down our street. I am not sure what the lure of the ice cream truck is. Is it the rusty van with a deep freezer big enough to cart dead bodies in, or the awkward menu printed on the side of the van that is half faded and half peeled off? Perhaps it is the creepy man who hasn't showered in a month handing out Ninja Turtle ice cream treats with choking hazard eyes? Whatever it is, I loathe it; yet it can be 50 miles away and the moment you hear him your eyes light up. You have yet to receive one of the overpriced, half melted treats and I hope to keep it that way. Perhaps I can tell you the story that my friend in school grew up hearing. Her mother told her that it was the warning siren letting everyone know that the lion escaped from the zoo. With my luck you would want to go hunting for the lion.
Love,
Mommy
It begins softly and increasingly gets more annoying, similar to a fly buzzing around your face. The warbled sounds of It's a small world pour out of the rusty speakers of the Ice Cream Truck. Suddenly it comes into focus, creeping down our street. I am not sure what the lure of the ice cream truck is. Is it the rusty van with a deep freezer big enough to cart dead bodies in, or the awkward menu printed on the side of the van that is half faded and half peeled off? Perhaps it is the creepy man who hasn't showered in a month handing out Ninja Turtle ice cream treats with choking hazard eyes? Whatever it is, I loathe it; yet it can be 50 miles away and the moment you hear him your eyes light up. You have yet to receive one of the overpriced, half melted treats and I hope to keep it that way. Perhaps I can tell you the story that my friend in school grew up hearing. Her mother told her that it was the warning siren letting everyone know that the lion escaped from the zoo. With my luck you would want to go hunting for the lion.
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Regular Down!
Dear Caden,
You love being dumped upside down and swung in every direction imaginable. You will beg Daddy to pick you up until he tosses you around, giggling until you have the hiccups. The other day you were up in the air and screamed, "Down, I want down!", Daddy therefore turned you upside down. You laughingly squeal, "No! Regular down!" Regular down, huh? Quite impressive that you know that word and used it correctly.
Love,
Mommy
You love being dumped upside down and swung in every direction imaginable. You will beg Daddy to pick you up until he tosses you around, giggling until you have the hiccups. The other day you were up in the air and screamed, "Down, I want down!", Daddy therefore turned you upside down. You laughingly squeal, "No! Regular down!" Regular down, huh? Quite impressive that you know that word and used it correctly.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, July 5, 2013
Breathing Treatment
Dear Caden,
I just finished feeding Baby Jacob and begin to lay out everything in order to pump out what is left. I come back and find you holding one of the breast shields up to your face, breathing in and out deeply and slowly. I have to hand it to you, it does look like your little mask from your breathing treatment this past winter. You are one smart cookie.
Love,
Mommy
I just finished feeding Baby Jacob and begin to lay out everything in order to pump out what is left. I come back and find you holding one of the breast shields up to your face, breathing in and out deeply and slowly. I have to hand it to you, it does look like your little mask from your breathing treatment this past winter. You are one smart cookie.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, June 24, 2013
Handprints
Dear Caden,
You have impeccable timing - you always wait until the mirrors have been made to sparkle before leaving evidence of your presence. I guess an artist can only start work on a pristine canvas. *sigh*
Love,
Mommy
You have impeccable timing - you always wait until the mirrors have been made to sparkle before leaving evidence of your presence. I guess an artist can only start work on a pristine canvas. *sigh*
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Eighty Six
Dear Caden,
This morning you woke up with a smile on your face, ready to face the day. While getting you ready I decided to count how many things your little hands touched in a 5 minute time period. Eighty six. EIGHTY SIX. I need to bottle your morning energy, perhaps then I might actually get something accomplished.
Love,
Mommy
This morning you woke up with a smile on your face, ready to face the day. While getting you ready I decided to count how many things your little hands touched in a 5 minute time period. Eighty six. EIGHTY SIX. I need to bottle your morning energy, perhaps then I might actually get something accomplished.
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Hobbits
Dear Jacob,
It has become quite clear that even though you may look like me, you are most definitely your father's child by inheriting his Hobbit-like ways. While Caden has Daddy's Hobbit toes, you have Daddy's Hobbit meal schedule : Breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, lunch, afternoon tea, supper and dinner.
Love,
Mommy
It has become quite clear that even though you may look like me, you are most definitely your father's child by inheriting his Hobbit-like ways. While Caden has Daddy's Hobbit toes, you have Daddy's Hobbit meal schedule : Breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, lunch, afternoon tea, supper and dinner.
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Hulk Poo
Dear Caden,
This evening my adorable 2 1/2 yr old son had been replaced by a purple ketchup eating Hulk who was part crocodile. Best part of the evening was you yelling while using the restroom that you had green poo because it was Hulk poo. You are way too much fun.
Love,
Mommy
This evening my adorable 2 1/2 yr old son had been replaced by a purple ketchup eating Hulk who was part crocodile. Best part of the evening was you yelling while using the restroom that you had green poo because it was Hulk poo. You are way too much fun.
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Sharing
Dear Caden,
You would think that I would be smart enough by now to inspect every little thing that you offer to share for me to eat. Alas, tonight I was not on top of my game. Thank you for feeding me your booger. There is no amount of Crest or Listerine that can undo what you just did to me.
Love,
Mommy
You would think that I would be smart enough by now to inspect every little thing that you offer to share for me to eat. Alas, tonight I was not on top of my game. Thank you for feeding me your booger. There is no amount of Crest or Listerine that can undo what you just did to me.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, June 10, 2013
Mickey Mouse Pancakes
Dear Caden,
It makes Mommy's heart sad when you don't feel good because of teething. Treatment is breakfast for dinner : Mickey Mouse pancakes, eggs in a frame and bacon on a Transformers plate. Mommy loves you.
Love,
Mommy
It makes Mommy's heart sad when you don't feel good because of teething. Treatment is breakfast for dinner : Mickey Mouse pancakes, eggs in a frame and bacon on a Transformers plate. Mommy loves you.
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Jump, Jump, Jump
Dear Caden,
Practice makes perfect. Lately you have been practicing the two foot jump. Anywhere. Everywhere. All the time. This includes a stint at 0455 this morning that was quite, shall we say, noisy? I must admit that you have become quite the little frog.
Love,
Mommy
Practice makes perfect. Lately you have been practicing the two foot jump. Anywhere. Everywhere. All the time. This includes a stint at 0455 this morning that was quite, shall we say, noisy? I must admit that you have become quite the little frog.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Purple Ketchup
Dear Caden,
For quite some time now you have been enamored with the color purple. You want everything purple : purple chicken, purple apple juice, purple ketchup. Since I would question the quality of purple chicken, I figured I could at least try and do something about the ketchup. Unfortunately because Heinz no longer makes purple ketchup, Mommy decided to add blue food coloring drops to your ketchup last night. I love how easy it is to make your eyes light up.
Love,
Mommy
For quite some time now you have been enamored with the color purple. You want everything purple : purple chicken, purple apple juice, purple ketchup. Since I would question the quality of purple chicken, I figured I could at least try and do something about the ketchup. Unfortunately because Heinz no longer makes purple ketchup, Mommy decided to add blue food coloring drops to your ketchup last night. I love how easy it is to make your eyes light up.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Yacob's Frito
Dear Caden,
Your brother is now the proud owner of a belly button. You were the first to be aware of this fact by proudly bringing me "Yacob's frito."
Love,
Mommy
Your brother is now the proud owner of a belly button. You were the first to be aware of this fact by proudly bringing me "Yacob's frito."
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Bellybutton Trees
Dear Caden,
You were helping me change Jacob's diaper when I noticed the look of absolute horror on your face. You were staring at Jacob's umbilical stump and started shaking your head 'no'. I tried to explain to you that it would fall off and Jacob would have a bellybutton in it's place. You then started calling it a tree and now for the past 2 hours you have been diligently checking your own bellybutton. I can only assume this is to ensure that a tree isn't growing out of your bellybutton like Jacob's.
Love,
Mommy
You were helping me change Jacob's diaper when I noticed the look of absolute horror on your face. You were staring at Jacob's umbilical stump and started shaking your head 'no'. I tried to explain to you that it would fall off and Jacob would have a bellybutton in it's place. You then started calling it a tree and now for the past 2 hours you have been diligently checking your own bellybutton. I can only assume this is to ensure that a tree isn't growing out of your bellybutton like Jacob's.
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Kiss
Dear Caden,
You thought no one was looking but I saw you. It was ever so quick, the slightest whisper of a kiss on top of Jacob's head, then you scampered off. Your secret's safe with me.
Love,
Mommy
You thought no one was looking but I saw you. It was ever so quick, the slightest whisper of a kiss on top of Jacob's head, then you scampered off. Your secret's safe with me.
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Can I Try Some?
Dear Caden,
For the past week you have watched me feed baby Jacob. You haven't said much, instead just standing to the side watching ever so closely. Tonight you asked me if you could try Jacob's milk. Sorry Caden, its a little bit crowded at the bar. How about some fish sticks instead?
Love,
Mommy
For the past week you have watched me feed baby Jacob. You haven't said much, instead just standing to the side watching ever so closely. Tonight you asked me if you could try Jacob's milk. Sorry Caden, its a little bit crowded at the bar. How about some fish sticks instead?
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Yacob's Milk
Dear Caden,
You stare at the pump and become wide eyed as milk flows into the bottles. You very wisely conclude that it is "Yacob's milk!" and quickly inform me that Jacob wants chocolate milk. I try to explain to you that I cannot make chocolate milk, but to you that was completely unacceptable and you proceeded to have a meltdown. Even though he is only 9 days old, I am sure that he appreciates you looking out for him, ensuring that he receives only the finer things in life. You are the best big brother.
Love,
Mommy
You stare at the pump and become wide eyed as milk flows into the bottles. You very wisely conclude that it is "Yacob's milk!" and quickly inform me that Jacob wants chocolate milk. I try to explain to you that I cannot make chocolate milk, but to you that was completely unacceptable and you proceeded to have a meltdown. Even though he is only 9 days old, I am sure that he appreciates you looking out for him, ensuring that he receives only the finer things in life. You are the best big brother.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Crocodile!
Dear Caden,
The past few weeks you have been fascinated with all things crocodiles. You will scream, "COCODILE!" at the top of your lungs and use your little arms saying, "chomp! chomp!" chasing after me and Daddy. When asked if you are hungry or ready to take a bath you will emphatically inform us that, "No! Cocodile hungry time!" and "No! Cocodile bath time!" We are no longer able to kiss a sweet little Caden night night, instead we kiss a crocodile night night. Thank you for informing me that I am no longer mother to a little human. . .at least you are the most adorable crocodile I've ever seen.
Love,
Mommy
The past few weeks you have been fascinated with all things crocodiles. You will scream, "COCODILE!" at the top of your lungs and use your little arms saying, "chomp! chomp!" chasing after me and Daddy. When asked if you are hungry or ready to take a bath you will emphatically inform us that, "No! Cocodile hungry time!" and "No! Cocodile bath time!" We are no longer able to kiss a sweet little Caden night night, instead we kiss a crocodile night night. Thank you for informing me that I am no longer mother to a little human. . .at least you are the most adorable crocodile I've ever seen.
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Midnight Snacks
Dear Caden,
It all started with the baby gate at the top of the stairs left open overnight. Not the best move on my part. I wake up at 3:30 in the morning with extreme nausea so I decide to go downstairs to make me some chamomile tea. At first I panic as I see you laying on the kitchen floor, not moving. As I race closer I hear a crunch! Crunch! I look down at my bare foot and see a very sticky and very crunched piece of cereal stuck to the bottom. Crunch! I hear a slight sigh and I see you in the middle of the kitchen floor, peacefully sleeping surrounded by mounds of lucky charms drenched in pancake syrup. Apparently your grilled chicken and fruit for dinner wasn't enough to satisfy your hunger. Your choice in a midnight snack makes me nervous of your teenage years to come. Next time can you just come get Mommy first? And could you please not do this right after the floor was mopped?
Love,
Mommy
It all started with the baby gate at the top of the stairs left open overnight. Not the best move on my part. I wake up at 3:30 in the morning with extreme nausea so I decide to go downstairs to make me some chamomile tea. At first I panic as I see you laying on the kitchen floor, not moving. As I race closer I hear a crunch! Crunch! I look down at my bare foot and see a very sticky and very crunched piece of cereal stuck to the bottom. Crunch! I hear a slight sigh and I see you in the middle of the kitchen floor, peacefully sleeping surrounded by mounds of lucky charms drenched in pancake syrup. Apparently your grilled chicken and fruit for dinner wasn't enough to satisfy your hunger. Your choice in a midnight snack makes me nervous of your teenage years to come. Next time can you just come get Mommy first? And could you please not do this right after the floor was mopped?
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Happy Mother's Day
Dear Caden,
It is Mother's Day. I sit here, on the cusp of delivering your baby brother any day into this world, and my mind begins to wander. I think of the anticipation, excitement and nervousness in the days right before you arrived two years ago. I remember the long days of bed rest where I had to make up a 'Happy Thought' every day in order to stay positive. You became my ultimate Happy Thought. . . and looking at you now with all of the laughter and chaos you have blessed me with, you have not disappointed. I remember the euphoria of hearing your throaty cry and kissing your soft face for the first time.
At the time I became pregnant with you I had often wondered what type of mother I would be. Would I be one that was laissez-faire, one that would be free and easy going and allow you to do just about anything? Or would I be crazy strict, militant and expect you to walk the imaginary straight line? I pray that I am a happy mixture of both types. I want you to know that there are rules in this life and that consequences must be paid if you step out of your boundaries, but I also want you to have fun. I want you to be able to laugh easily and be creative. I want you to know that yes, when you make mistakes that you will have to fix them yourself, but that our door will always be open and that you will always have a mommy that loves you no matter what. I want you to excel in life and become the man that God designed for you to be. I want you to be humble, strong, a friend to those that are different. I want you to be you. I want for you to think back on your childhood and not struggle with finding happy memories, but rather struggle to find a favorite happy memory. I am not perfect and there will be days that I may lean to one side more than the other in parenting, but no matter what - know that beyond a shadow of a doubt I adore and love you.
Thank you for making me a mother. Thank you for putting a smile on my face and for driving me absolutely bonkers. Thank you for being my "Stinky Face" and for saving me from those evil 'Piders' in the form of stickers (or the real deal). Thank you for teaching me that spilt milk or pancake syrup on a newly mopped floor isn't the end of the world - just really close to it. Thank you for the slimy, yet absolutely delicious, wet kisses. Thank you for teaching me to stop and take time to rediscover the world and how beautiful it really is, through your eyes. Thank you for being you, for you are simply amazing and breathtaking. You are worth every sleepless night, every tear, every laugh, every sigh of frustration and utter contentment. . .everything.
When Jacob comes I pray that he is just as amazing as you are. I will celebrate each of you for your different talents and for who you are separately. Each of you are Fearfully and Wonderfully made by God and I am blessed beyond measure and my cup runneth over. Be the best big brother you know how to be and show him the ropes of life. Protect him and love him. Share your toys with him and race after bubbles with him. Make forts out of sheets and have camp outs on the bedroom floor. Create masterpieces out of macaroni noodles and mud. Give him a wet willy and run like crazy. . .
As this Mother's Day draws to a close, Daddy and you celebrated me today. However, today we also celebrated you - for it was because of you that I became more than just a girl with a twinkle in her eye. Because of you I was granted to a much higher calling, the calling of Motherhood.
Love,
Mommy
It is Mother's Day. I sit here, on the cusp of delivering your baby brother any day into this world, and my mind begins to wander. I think of the anticipation, excitement and nervousness in the days right before you arrived two years ago. I remember the long days of bed rest where I had to make up a 'Happy Thought' every day in order to stay positive. You became my ultimate Happy Thought. . . and looking at you now with all of the laughter and chaos you have blessed me with, you have not disappointed. I remember the euphoria of hearing your throaty cry and kissing your soft face for the first time.
At the time I became pregnant with you I had often wondered what type of mother I would be. Would I be one that was laissez-faire, one that would be free and easy going and allow you to do just about anything? Or would I be crazy strict, militant and expect you to walk the imaginary straight line? I pray that I am a happy mixture of both types. I want you to know that there are rules in this life and that consequences must be paid if you step out of your boundaries, but I also want you to have fun. I want you to be able to laugh easily and be creative. I want you to know that yes, when you make mistakes that you will have to fix them yourself, but that our door will always be open and that you will always have a mommy that loves you no matter what. I want you to excel in life and become the man that God designed for you to be. I want you to be humble, strong, a friend to those that are different. I want you to be you. I want for you to think back on your childhood and not struggle with finding happy memories, but rather struggle to find a favorite happy memory. I am not perfect and there will be days that I may lean to one side more than the other in parenting, but no matter what - know that beyond a shadow of a doubt I adore and love you.
Thank you for making me a mother. Thank you for putting a smile on my face and for driving me absolutely bonkers. Thank you for being my "Stinky Face" and for saving me from those evil 'Piders' in the form of stickers (or the real deal). Thank you for teaching me that spilt milk or pancake syrup on a newly mopped floor isn't the end of the world - just really close to it. Thank you for the slimy, yet absolutely delicious, wet kisses. Thank you for teaching me to stop and take time to rediscover the world and how beautiful it really is, through your eyes. Thank you for being you, for you are simply amazing and breathtaking. You are worth every sleepless night, every tear, every laugh, every sigh of frustration and utter contentment. . .everything.
When Jacob comes I pray that he is just as amazing as you are. I will celebrate each of you for your different talents and for who you are separately. Each of you are Fearfully and Wonderfully made by God and I am blessed beyond measure and my cup runneth over. Be the best big brother you know how to be and show him the ropes of life. Protect him and love him. Share your toys with him and race after bubbles with him. Make forts out of sheets and have camp outs on the bedroom floor. Create masterpieces out of macaroni noodles and mud. Give him a wet willy and run like crazy. . .
As this Mother's Day draws to a close, Daddy and you celebrated me today. However, today we also celebrated you - for it was because of you that I became more than just a girl with a twinkle in her eye. Because of you I was granted to a much higher calling, the calling of Motherhood.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, May 10, 2013
Cheerio Nirvana
Dear Caden,
I happen upon you as you are sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor. Your unending, stretchy fingers have somehow reached the box of cheerios which have become your prized possession. You are elbow deep in the opened box of cheerios, a large grin plastered on your face. Surprisingly you aren't making a mess, instead you are just swimming with your hands and opening and closing them allowing the cheerios to freely pass through. Quick fact : Mommy loves to do the same thing in the bulk raw bean bin at the store. Nirvana.
Love,
Mommy
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