22 April 2009

Three

My son turned three yesterday.

Three.

Wow.

I know how cliche it sounds to type this, but it really, truly seems like yesterday...

...when I first held him and looked into his eyes.



...when I heard him cry for the first time.

...when I wondered if he would ever stop crying.

...when I asked my husband how he felt about only children.
...when he took his first bath and made the same face I do when I get a good pedicure.

...when he slept through the night for the first time and I cried all night long because I was convinced he would starve to death if he didn't eat every 2 hours.

...when he wouldn't sleep in his bed, so his pediatrician told us to let him sleep in his carseat. And he slept like that for three months.

...when we put him in his own bed for the first time (at nine months) and steeled ourselves for a long night of wailing and gnashing of teeth--and he never even whimpered.

...when he smiled the first time.


...when he had to have minor surgery at 6 months, and I cried more than he did.


...when he did his little army crawl instead of crawling like a "normal" child.


...when he refused to walk until he was absolutely sure he could do it without falling.


...when he said, "Dada" for the first time, and laughed at me when I asked him to say Mama.


...when I would sit on the back porch and feed him while I sang Don Williams songs to him.


...when his hair began to stand straight up and nothing would lay it down.


...when he laughed out loud for the first time. For my mom and no one else.



...when we took his one year pictures at a time when he was teething, and he cried the entire time--until the photographer brought out a tractor.




...when he threw a screaming fit in the middle of Cheddars because the genius of a waiter thought it was a good idea to give a one year old a ceramic plate. And mommy disagreed.

...when he got his first (and last) professional hair cut.



...when he first watched Blue's Clues in the car and was transfixed for the entire road trip.



...when he brought me his blue blanket and wanted me to make him a cape so he could be superman.
...when he got his pig nose from the Hog Festival and refused to take it off.


...when he first experienced Chuck E. Cheese.


...when he said "I love you" for the first time.




What a wild, beautiful adventure it has been so far.





01 April 2009

Happy Spring!

After much internal debate, I've come to the conclusion that spring is my favorite time of year. I laugh a little as I type, because I've been known to say the same thing about almost every other season...except maybe winter. I love summer because of the freedom it implies. I love fall because of the leaves and imminent return of the holiday season. I love winter because...well, I don't really love winter at all. There is no snow or anything fun about winter. Only flu season. And outrageous heating bills. All the same, I am definitely one of those people who needs to live in a seasonal climate, and right now, I am loving the season of spring.

Although I'm still pretty bitter about my new camera being stolen, I finally resurrected my old camera (and the one remaining memory stick--with 156 MB of memory. That's somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 pictures for the technically challenged) from the junk drawer. It took me a while, though, so some of our adventures are lost to history. But trust me, the kids and the husband are loving spring as well.


Kevin's trying his hand at gardening this year...yes, it's our garden, but the only people who can really take credit for it are my husband and my son (who really can only say he's played a supporting role...walk out to the garden with daddy, scoop some dirt into the dump truck, move dirt, kick dirt around, walk back to the house).

Jackson and Sadie love being outside during any and all daylight hours. I love that they want to be outside. We've frequented playgrounds, sand boxes, our back yard...basically anywhere without a roof. Jackson got a swing set for his birthday, and even though it's still in construction mode, he LOVES it. Yesterday when we got home, Kevin had put the ladder for the playhouse section up. Jackson said, "You built that ladder just for me daddy? I love it! It's perfect! Thank you!" ...and that's him just getting started. Let's just say if he keeps up the level of gratitude he has for any and all gifts, he'll be driving a Ferrari at 16.

As I said, I did finally resurrect the old camera, and we managed to relive a few of our spring break adventures.

The biggest hit was, again, the bird walkabout at the Tyler zoo.
This time was probably even better than the first time, because Jackson knew what to expect and had no trepidation whatsoever. Sadie still just wanted to catch the birdies and give them big hugs. They frown on that for some reason.

And of course, Easter was a big hit at our house. Jackson really got into egg hunting this year (although the community egg hunt puzzled him a bit...the 3 and under section had candy bunnies, not eggs, so he was a little confused as to what to hunt!). He was in full egg hunt competition mode at Nannie's house (I won't try to explain the helmet. Suffice it to say he wasn't going to hunt without it, even though it wasn't even his.) Sadie could've cared less, as long as I opened up the candy and let her eat it.


They both looked quite cute on Easter Sunday.
We're still working on them smiling at the same time.

In the same place.

Happy Spring!