When I became a mother I realized that the most beautiful sound in life was that of my little boy laughing out of pure joy. There is not sweeter sound. It's a sound created from happiness, innocence, joyfulness and amazement, excitement and love, among many other precious things.
But recently I got to experience something even more beautiful. It was the sound of my 2 boys laughing together as they played. I was in a separate room and they were making each other so happy. The fact that each boy brought such joy to the other made my insides melt. I realized I was also witnessing them learning to love each other.
I will keep this in my heart forever.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
YEA for FALL!
I absolutely fucking love this time of year. I decided the other day that it is my favorite time of year. I love Christmas, too, but there is such a let down when the holidays are over that I keep in the back of my mind during the month of December.
I love the fall, esp post Halloween, because of all there is to look forward to. No more fucking mosquitoes, no more sweating through the heat. Nope. I can leave the windows open, I can play in the leaves with Austin and Jack. I can dress them up in cozy sweaters and teach them about holiday baking and apple cider.
Austin wanted to be a LION for Halloween this year. We found a CAVEMAN costume in his size at the local Halloween store. We were on our way to some parties and desperate so we threw down the 35 f-ing dollars and that was it. Jack got to wear a hand-me-down Chicken Little costume. As soon as I got Austin dressed he decided he didn't like it. I managed to get him to wear the dang thing to the 2 parties that night.
The boys had Dress Up days at their school and I bribed the heck out of Austin to wear his costume. You can see for yourself how thrilled he was about it. It's not his fault he was miserable. It's mine. I pressured him to wear it and I was less than sweet whenever he was insisting the HE do the make up, not me (he sits so nice and still when he's getting his face painted, but not for me!). So our morning was a little rocky and it shows...
Jack at school
Austin with his teacher, Ms Tracey
So for the actual Halloween trick or treating, I dressed him up as a 70's-ish rock star. He loved it.
These are pics from Nana's... he even sang her a special rock song to which she quickly hushed him (I guess the old folks' home is not the place for such talents)...
I love the fall, esp post Halloween, because of all there is to look forward to. No more fucking mosquitoes, no more sweating through the heat. Nope. I can leave the windows open, I can play in the leaves with Austin and Jack. I can dress them up in cozy sweaters and teach them about holiday baking and apple cider.
Austin wanted to be a LION for Halloween this year. We found a CAVEMAN costume in his size at the local Halloween store. We were on our way to some parties and desperate so we threw down the 35 f-ing dollars and that was it. Jack got to wear a hand-me-down Chicken Little costume. As soon as I got Austin dressed he decided he didn't like it. I managed to get him to wear the dang thing to the 2 parties that night.
The boys had Dress Up days at their school and I bribed the heck out of Austin to wear his costume. You can see for yourself how thrilled he was about it. It's not his fault he was miserable. It's mine. I pressured him to wear it and I was less than sweet whenever he was insisting the HE do the make up, not me (he sits so nice and still when he's getting his face painted, but not for me!). So our morning was a little rocky and it shows...
Jack at school
Austin with his teacher, Ms TraceySo for the actual Halloween trick or treating, I dressed him up as a 70's-ish rock star. He loved it.
These are pics from Nana's... he even sang her a special rock song to which she quickly hushed him (I guess the old folks' home is not the place for such talents)...
Happy Memory
About a year and a half ago, in Feb 2008, I was in the thick of it with Austin and poop messes. I seem to post about poop a lot, but contrary to my intro, this is not about poop. I had given Austin a shower to clean him up and he was laying on my bed naked while I tended quickly to Jack. Well, while he was waiting, he decided to pee on my bed (I had JUST changed the sheets)! My washing machine can't handle our comforter, so I got the kids dressed and packed my car up for an adventure trip to the local laundromat. This wouldn't be post-worthy not, but for me to tackle this 18 months ago was a huge milestone...for all of us!
There we were in the most God-awful place, surrounded by the sketchiest group of people. But this post isn't about that either. It's a memory of me and Austin, working together as a team and being on our best behavior to make it work...to get us all out of there alive.
It was the first time Austin stepped up and became my "helper." He obeyed when I told him to stay close to Jack in the stroller. He listened to me when I told him "no running, no walking out the door (left WIDE open b/c there was no A/C in the place and we'd hit an all-time HIGH for Feb), and he sat quietly as I read him the several books I'd packed for our outing.
I rewarded him with a vending machine lunch: an ice cream sandwich. He loved it. I will remember him forever in that place, happy as could be wearing his cowboy boots and shorts with a face covered in ice cream.
There we were in the most God-awful place, surrounded by the sketchiest group of people. But this post isn't about that either. It's a memory of me and Austin, working together as a team and being on our best behavior to make it work...to get us all out of there alive.
It was the first time Austin stepped up and became my "helper." He obeyed when I told him to stay close to Jack in the stroller. He listened to me when I told him "no running, no walking out the door (left WIDE open b/c there was no A/C in the place and we'd hit an all-time HIGH for Feb), and he sat quietly as I read him the several books I'd packed for our outing.
I rewarded him with a vending machine lunch: an ice cream sandwich. He loved it. I will remember him forever in that place, happy as could be wearing his cowboy boots and shorts with a face covered in ice cream.
A Lesson Learned
Do not flush baby wipes down the toilet. They will clog your plumbing, causing the pipes in your toilets, shower and bath tub to back up, which you will realize when you attempt to flush a toilet only to see shit water magically appear through the drains in your bath tub and shower floor, along with an out pouring of the nastiness overflowing from your toilet... which will then leak under your new bathroom cabinets, through the wall which connects to your master bedroom, allowing the sewage H2O to soak the brand new carpet you just had installed. If you like your house smelling like a 3rd world country, try it sometime. I recommend the semi-cotton wipes sold in bulk at Sam's.
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