I'm Flying!

Dear Jacob,

You, my dear one, love to push the boundaries and I am convinced that our future holds many ER visits with you in tow. You are a pint sized firecracker with absolutely no concept of fear and seem to thrive on the fact that you give me mini heart attacks daily.

Just the other day I walk into the kitchen because I kept hearing a 'whump!' sound followed by your giggling, "AGAIN!"

I turn the corner and there you are, standing on the kitchen counter with your arms outstretched like Rose in Titanic, and you fall face forward to the floor. *Cue vomit in my throat*

"OH MY GOODNESS! JACOB!!!!"

"Whump!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! AGAIN!"

I run quickly to see that Caden had (THANKFULLY) placed the beanbags underneath for you to fall on. You look up at me with a giant grin on your face, pleased with your rush of exhilaration.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Mommy! We're practicing our flying! Looook!"

NO thank you, I have seen quite enough. I now have a white streak like Anna in Frozen. Something tells me that you will be my child that thinks its a great idea to skydive without a parachute. Perhaps I should be proactive and make a huge plate of cookies and go ahead and introduce myself to the ER staff by our house. Now I know why the final child of the family is the final child.

Love,
Mommy

Toesie Rosies!

Dear Jacob,

You are sitting at the table and start to cry.

" What is it buddy?! Are you ok? ! "

" OWIE!!! My toesie rosies! OW ! ! ! "

I lean over to inspect your toes to make sure there are no hairs wrapped around them, no nails are snagged. I find nothing wrong.

" OWWWWWIE ! "

" What, Jacob ? What's wrong with your toes ? "

" They're stuck ! "

" Stuck ? " I am completely mystified .

" My toesie rosies are stuck on my foot ! "

" . . . ummm . . . "

Love,
Mommy

Remember When. . . ?

Dear Caden and Jacob,

One of these days I will be sitting on an outside swing with your daddy and my hair will be covered with strands of glitter and my face will be lined with wrinkles. We will reminisce on all the crazy things that you two have done and laugh, thanking our lucky stars that we survived. I trust that evening like tonight will have me giggling in the future. I will pat your daddy's knee and say:

"Remember when we walked into the bathroom and the boys were peeing and crossing streams because Caden says it gave them super powers?" *snicker*

"Or the time Jacob was sitting on the potty and found his 'other belly button' while taking care of business?" *shakes head*

"Oh, oh!" Honey, remember when Caden knocked his yogurt on the floor and it splattered all over and then Jacob got the bright idea to skate through it - smearing it everywhere?" *chuckle*

"Remember how every night you would yell "FE, FI, FO, FUM!" and they would laugh hysterically and run upstairs to get ready for bed. . . and that one night you yelled it so loud that it scared the poop out of Jacob. Literally." *laugh*

"What about when Caden would take out ALL of his socks and put them on the knobs of his dresser when he was supposed to be sleeping? Or when he would put the socks on his hands and line the rest of the socks up on his bed. He had such a sock fetish." *huge smile*

"How about the time that Caden and Jacob were both driving us absolutely crazy and we were counting down the minutes until bedtime? I thought we were going to go bananas and they were just so stinking busy and up the wall. I wanted to set them outside with a "Free to a good home" sign, but you wouldn't let me. We read them a million books and said our prayers and closed the door and breathed a huge sigh of relief thinking we MADE it and then we heard. . . "Mommy! Daddy!" I was so frustrated and opened the door to two big eyes staring at me. "WHAT?!" "I just wanted to give you a little more love because you are my best friend in the whole world." Tiny arms wrapped around my neck and the scent of lavender sleepy time lotion brought tears to my eyes. All I could do is smother him in kisses." *wistful look*

"Ahhhh, yes, remember even with all the crazy times when I wanted time to just slow down and stand still. . . ?"

Love,

Mommy