Monkey – You officially transitioned to the next class this week. It was weird for mom. I had grown so accustomed to your teachers in your infant class I didn’t want it to end. When I walked in this morning it was weird to see the babies crawling all over the floor, I’ve gotta be more aware they are underfoot as to not step on one.
You have proven that you are a Wayne through and through and will not be outdone, who cares if those guys in your class are 3 or 4 months older…crawling, no, I don’t know how to do that but I bet I can learn in one day. Prior to Monday you had mastered the art of crawling backwards, after Monday you were on all fours rocking back and forth and slowly making forward movements. You are such a Wayne. My guess is you will be full throttle by the end of the week. Stinkpot!
I am glad you are thriving in your new environment and I’m so happy to see you still so happy and content.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Eats
Monkey - With your new teefus you are able to go to town on some of the smaller foods. Sweet Potatoes puffs are your new favorite thing to eat AND you can feed yourself, sort of. Out of 10 puffs you maybe get 3 in your mouth but you are doing better and better each day. You are eating the entire spectrum of level 2 baby foods, except squash, that tends to give you make your stomach all gassy so we steer clear of that one, but everything else if fair game. Crazy how fast it is all going.
First Tooth
Monkey - Seven months to the day and that little sucker on your bottom front that has been giving you fits day and night finally decided to make its debut. Your Dad calls you a little panda because you stick your thumb in your mouth and chew on it for teething relief and you look like a panda that is eating bamboo or Eucalypts.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Bugamugisms
Bug: “Mom, can I have more crackers?”
Me: “No, you have had enough and we are fixin to have dinner.”
Bug: “But Mom, I have only three crackers left and all this cheese!”
Yeah...what do I do know when faced with that kind of logic. Yep...give him more crackers.
Me: “No, you have had enough and we are fixin to have dinner.”
Bug: “But Mom, I have only three crackers left and all this cheese!”
Yeah...what do I do know when faced with that kind of logic. Yep...give him more crackers.
January 2008 Newsletter
Bugamug and Monkey,
Ok boys, in an effort to streamline things and in order to keep them “simple” and to actually finish your newsletters they will now officially become “monthly” newsletters. I find myself not having making time or the effort and I really enjoy writing these, sometimes I find I lack the words, especially when I just completed one and two weeks later it is time for another and there is the fact that I find myself saying the same things. Welcome to 2009.
Bugamug, I apologize, you got shorted your November and December newsletters but I’ll talk about some of the fun things that went on. Nana and Papa visited us for Thanksgiving. You had a great time with them and your bond strengthened. Papa played with you without question everything time you asked. One day we all went ice skating. Your Dad and I had so much fun skating around with you. Papa videoed and took pictures while Nana tended to your sleeping brother.
Soon after Nana and Papa left we made ready for Christmas. You and I put the tree up and decorated the house. Mema would also be visiting us soon.
A week or so before Mema visited it snowed. That’s right, you read right…it snowed. When I was picking you up from school there were a few flurries but nothing crazy and they kept saying it wouldn’t stick because it was almost 80 the day before. You and I caught a couple of snowflakes on our tongues, giggled and marveled at what we were experiencing before getting into the car and heading home.
A few hours later I was walking by the front door and decided to take a peek and holy cow…the ground was white. I ran upstairs to get you up so you could play but you didn’t want anything to do with that! You were cold and wanted to go back to bed. Oh well…I tried.
The next morning before school I took pix of you and your brother in what was left of the snow. At school that day you took my gloves and thankfully they let you and your friends go out in the morning and have snowball fights. It will probably be another 4 years before we see snow in these parts…if we are lucky.
Mema came in the week of Christmas and we had a great time celebrating Christmas and visiting. It took you forever to go to sleep on Christmas Eve and you got up at 4:00am on Christmas morning reeling from all the presents Santa left under the tree.
We spent the better part of the day opening presents and enjoying the morning. Monkey, you didn’t know what to think…you just wanted to eat the wrapping paper.
All in all it was a good day and the holidays were very special with addition to the family. Every year will get better and better from here on out.
Monkey, you are sitting up very strong now. We still sit you in the Boppy or the Bumbo to give you a bit of help but you are pretty much doing it on your own. You are STILL NOT sleeping through the night. I take that back, you slept through the night two days in a row but not sense then. I wish I could figure out what is keeping you up…but thankfully I can get you back down in 30 minutes and you are good until morning. You are so not your older brother when it comes to sleeping.
You are such a happy baby. You smile at everyone and everything and people are naturally drawn to you. You begin visiting suite 100 at school tomorrow and I can’t believe you are already changing rooms. It seems I just dropped you off in the infant room for the first time just a few weeks ago.
Everyone at school knows and loves you, it is the smile. You have a gift that makes everyone feel special when they are around you. Don’t ever lose that quality.
Well boys, it is the start of a new year and your Dad and I are excited to see the last one over. Bugamug you continue to be a piece of work; articulate, smart and unbelievably likeable, even when you are knee deep in trouble. Monkey, you are healthy and you are growing up so fast, keep smiling and loving life. We will do everything in our power to make that happen.
I love you boys…I so love saying that.
Love,
Mom
Ok boys, in an effort to streamline things and in order to keep them “simple” and to actually finish your newsletters they will now officially become “monthly” newsletters. I find myself not having making time or the effort and I really enjoy writing these, sometimes I find I lack the words, especially when I just completed one and two weeks later it is time for another and there is the fact that I find myself saying the same things. Welcome to 2009.
Bugamug, I apologize, you got shorted your November and December newsletters but I’ll talk about some of the fun things that went on. Nana and Papa visited us for Thanksgiving. You had a great time with them and your bond strengthened. Papa played with you without question everything time you asked. One day we all went ice skating. Your Dad and I had so much fun skating around with you. Papa videoed and took pictures while Nana tended to your sleeping brother.
Soon after Nana and Papa left we made ready for Christmas. You and I put the tree up and decorated the house. Mema would also be visiting us soon.
A week or so before Mema visited it snowed. That’s right, you read right…it snowed. When I was picking you up from school there were a few flurries but nothing crazy and they kept saying it wouldn’t stick because it was almost 80 the day before. You and I caught a couple of snowflakes on our tongues, giggled and marveled at what we were experiencing before getting into the car and heading home.
A few hours later I was walking by the front door and decided to take a peek and holy cow…the ground was white. I ran upstairs to get you up so you could play but you didn’t want anything to do with that! You were cold and wanted to go back to bed. Oh well…I tried.
The next morning before school I took pix of you and your brother in what was left of the snow. At school that day you took my gloves and thankfully they let you and your friends go out in the morning and have snowball fights. It will probably be another 4 years before we see snow in these parts…if we are lucky.
Mema came in the week of Christmas and we had a great time celebrating Christmas and visiting. It took you forever to go to sleep on Christmas Eve and you got up at 4:00am on Christmas morning reeling from all the presents Santa left under the tree.
We spent the better part of the day opening presents and enjoying the morning. Monkey, you didn’t know what to think…you just wanted to eat the wrapping paper.
All in all it was a good day and the holidays were very special with addition to the family. Every year will get better and better from here on out.
Monkey, you are sitting up very strong now. We still sit you in the Boppy or the Bumbo to give you a bit of help but you are pretty much doing it on your own. You are STILL NOT sleeping through the night. I take that back, you slept through the night two days in a row but not sense then. I wish I could figure out what is keeping you up…but thankfully I can get you back down in 30 minutes and you are good until morning. You are so not your older brother when it comes to sleeping.
You are such a happy baby. You smile at everyone and everything and people are naturally drawn to you. You begin visiting suite 100 at school tomorrow and I can’t believe you are already changing rooms. It seems I just dropped you off in the infant room for the first time just a few weeks ago.
Everyone at school knows and loves you, it is the smile. You have a gift that makes everyone feel special when they are around you. Don’t ever lose that quality.
Well boys, it is the start of a new year and your Dad and I are excited to see the last one over. Bugamug you continue to be a piece of work; articulate, smart and unbelievably likeable, even when you are knee deep in trouble. Monkey, you are healthy and you are growing up so fast, keep smiling and loving life. We will do everything in our power to make that happen.
I love you boys…I so love saying that.
Love,
Mom
Friday, November 21, 2008
Newsletter: Month 5
Dear Monkey,
Another month in the books; I can’t believe how time is flying and how much you are growing. In the evenings before you go to sleep I just look down at your innocent face as you look back at me and both of us are smiling. I love our evenings together in the soft darkness of your room rocking to the hum of the noise maker and fan lulling you to sleep. You are truly an angel sent from heaven. I wrap you up like a burrito and rest your head on my shoulder and breathe in your scent, it is so very intoxicating. I know these nights won’t last so I cherish everyone.
This past month we found ourselves in the doctor’s office. Your “movements” (another word for poop) were very loose and frequent. I had to go pick you up from daycare on two occasions. The doc said a bug was going around and you weren’t dehydrated, that was a relief. It took about seven days before you got over it. Now…you are regular as clockwork. I thought you would appreciate that.
You are working on your next milestone – sitting up. You hate laying down these days and you love…love…love to sit up. You can do it a bit if your hands are bracing you in sort of a tripodish fashion. After a minute or two you start to lean and whoop…there ya went.
You have discovered your feet as well and you love to grab them all the while squealing in delight.
You are doing great with your food. Bananas seem to be your favorite right now. Soon I will start the veggies and perhaps beef or chicken stuff. We will see.
As far as sleeping goes it is hit or miss. Some nights you sleep all the way through others you get up at 2 or close to 5 but I can pretty much always get you back to sleep easily and on the weekends we can sleep in till 7 or 8.
Turning over is getting stronger but you hate being on your back so much I am not sure if you will be able to master it…you have to be standing or at the very least standing up.
Turkey day is next week and you will get to meet Nana and Papa from California. You will love them and Nana is going to eat you up!
Tomorrow you will visit Miss Jodie for a couple of hours; I know you will have fun. Next newsletter it will just about be Christmas, I can’t wait.
Until next month...
Love,
Mom
Friday, November 14, 2008
52 Months
First let me address the missing newsletter for September. Ike ate it…and I am not even joking. September 11th the family loaded up the car and went to Dallas to escape the wrath of Ike. Your Dad and I attempted to explain the situation to you but I am not sure you truly grasped the situation until we returned home. We tried to make a vacation out of the “event” and I hope it wasn’t to traumatic for you with the spending time with the family, eating out, yummy breakfast every morning, spending time at the pool with Dad and going to the zoo with me and your brother. We visited the site where John F. Kennedy was assassinated but the significance really didn’t hit home with you…yet. It will one day.
You were a trooper when Dad had to return home early to start rebuilding the chocolate factory that was almost lost. During this time you were very helpful to me and the baby and after a few days of lounging around in Dallas we headed home.
When we returned home I believe seeing the damage from Ike gave you a point of reference as to why we left. Every time you would see a fence down you would ask if Ike did it. We spent a couple of nights at home with Dad and “Sparky” (the generator you and your Dad named) until it got too hot and you me and your brother headed to Miss Jodie’s. Let the games begin.
You and Landon spent the next week playing together and watching Batman cartoons. Some days were easier than others but we all got through it when finally that glorious Saturday our lights came back on.
Needless to say with all that excitement I was unable to get your newsletter out in a timely manner. It happens.
This past month has been rather challenging on the school front. We moved you back to Kids R Kids with your brother and you seem to be much happier. Dad and I think the familiarity and stability is the best for you and we all are working to get you ready for Kindergarten.
Yesterday you had a rough day at school, they had to call your dad and needless to say your dad and I were disappointed in your behavior. I don’t think we fully realize the impact of these “rough” days and how much you internalize when you fail. When Dad tucked you in last night you told him that you really tried to have a good day and then cried softly. When your Dad told me I cried too. We know you are trying hard sweetie and we will never give up to help you get to that better place.
A couple of weeks ago an event took place and it saddens me that it will forever be apart of you and a reminder of a time when you were hurt badly. We were at Miss Jodie’s house leaving to go home from the air show and you and I were walking down the stairs. You raced to get in front of me, a bad habit you developed from always wanting to be first, and you tripped over your feet and went tumbling down to the bottom. Your face broke your fall when it hit the molding at the base of the stairs; your face tore open on impact.
I didn’t realize the severity until the blood started gushing. Miss Jodie made you a compress and I scooped you up and we headed to the emergency room. Your mom was trying to be strong because I didn’t want to scare you but I lost it when we walked in the door. It sunk in that I was actually here. I knew it was inevitable that we would arrive here and I thought somehow knowing and accepting that would help me deal but it didn’t. Looking down into your face and seeing the hurt and uncertainty was too much for me to bare.
We were in the room that was painted for kids with the Little Mermaid, Nemo and Spongebob cheering us on. As you were lying on the table I attempted to reassure you everything was going to ok. You took a small nap and Miss Jodie and I stayed with you as you slept.
The doctor came back in to administer the local so he can begin sewing up your gash. It wasn’t pretty…none of it. It took four of us to hold you down and I knew you were hurting. I just wanted it all to go away. Your Dad came in and tried to calm you but you were having none of it. I am now attempting to find humor in the event but there just isn’t any.
After the doc completed your six stitches we were all exhausted and you were wringing wet with sweat. Your Dad carried you to the car and took you home; I still had to get your brother from Miss Jodie’s house.
When I got home I saw a tired little boy who grew up just a little bit more that day. All in all you did great and I am proud of you. Let’s agree that we won’t have to go back there for a really…really for reals long time, if at all.
Now on the lighter side…a couple of notable funnies:
Yesterday morning I was getting you ready for school and I gave you some new pants to try on. You put them on, looked down and around, looked back at me and said “these pants fit nicely”. I fell off the couch in hysterics.
The other night you told your Dad, who had went to a concert a few days earlier, that YOU wanted to see Gaslight Anthem. I don’t even remember telling you that is where he went.
You and your Dad have started a nightly ritual of story telling. He tucks you in and makes up a story to tell you. Many nights I can hear your laughter from upstairs fill the house. I just smile. My hope for you is that these stories will stick with you for the rest of your life and one day you will pass the gift on to your kids. Characters like Scaramooch searching for shark pants, Sir Hiram Hurmpf and Bunny. When I ask about the stories your Dad tells you your face lights up as you recall every minute detail. That there is special…hold on to it with both hands.
We took family pictures for Christmas the week before “the incident” and here are a few of my favs! (will post soon)
A notable thing that has happened in the last month or so was the presidential election. I can in no way compete with your dad articulating the significance and importance of this event so let me send you over to his blog read his words.
And lastly, you posses a shining light that draws people to you like moths to a light bulb. Every person that meets you is immediately drawn to your personality and is awe of your ability to articulate words better than most adults. You will learn to harness this unique gift and you will eventually become a force to be reckon with…but on your terms and those that see it won’t even know what hit them. We got your back Bugamug. You are an amazing, handsome young boy with a beautiful soul and we will forever and ever love you.
Love,
Mom
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