Because He is Two

I love birthdays.  LOVE THEM. I feel like the entire world is supposed to make sure everything is just a little more awesome for you on your birthday.

So when Charlie woke up on Thursday as a two-year-old, I burst into his room with a “HAPPY BIRTH–”

He stood smiling in his crib with his balled up jammy pants in one hand, and a very wet diaper in the other.

“I poot,” he announced, and yes, I could smell it.

My heart raced, but there was no “poot” in his crib…just a crumb of one in his diaper.

“Where? where did you poot, Charlie?”

“I POOT!”

Thankfully Cortney had the wherewithal to take the nekkid booty baby and put a clean diaper on him while I searched. I left the room, came back, could still smell it, and searched some more.

It was under the rocking chair.

Across the room from his bed.

Thus started The Bird’s Second birthday.  We should have all agreed that was the highlight of the day and quit trying. But birthdays are AWESOME! It can only go up from here!  Onward and upward!

I forgot about a birthday treat for daycare.

It’s ok! Tomorrow!  Tomorrow he can bring one!

Off he went to daycare, in his new “2” shirt.

The plan was that I would pick up a small birthday cake and meet Cort with the boys home by 5pm to head to Red Robin (YUM!) for birthday dinner. We always do birthday dinner at a restaurant, and long ago Eddie decided ALL birthday dinners take place at Red Robin (YUM!).

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The downfall of the evening was chocolate milk coupled with Charlie’s deep disdain of getting out of routine. By going out to eat rather than home, and then by not allowing him to get more chocolate milk (because he was wearing half of the first glass), created an evil vortex of toddler rage that began at the table and forced me into the ladies room with him so the rest of the patrons could eat their Red Robin (YUM!) tantrum-free.

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When he calmed down and I asked him if he wanted to go back to the table he declared, “no! I walk here.”

Dude wanted to stay in the bathroom and play.

Um. no.

I talked him into going back to the table only to arrive and have Eddie tell me with concern that he had to use the restroom. For the third time.

So I took him back to the ladies room, got him in a stall to do his business, and held his door shut.

In a small voice he explained he was having a hard time going with his boots and pants on because it was hard to balance, so I helped the little guy remove the constricting clothing and carry on with his business.

This is when I took the opportunity to peek out of the bathroom at our table. Charlie had become an anger ball again, and I could see Cortney didn’t know what to do since he couldn’t leave the table.  I leaned out of the bathroom and gestured to let Charlie just come to the bathroom since I know that is what he wanted.  I told Cort to just pay the bill, box up the food, and grab our stuff.

So there I was, in the ladies room (thank all the goodness that no one came into the restroom during all this), with a half nekkid boy on the can and a toddler running around slamming stall doors. It felt like it took our waitress and Cortney an eternity to get the bill squared away, but eventually he came walking to the restroom with our coats.

Eddie was sad because he had really been very good and he was looking forward to the staff singing to Charlie, and Charlie was raging because he is two.  He tried to plank himself when we got in the car for no other reason than he could, which prompted him to cry LOUDLY the entire way home.

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Cake seemed to cheer him up.

And eating the cake. Although we went through the “do you want cake?”
“NO!”
“No cake?”
“NO!”
“Ok…”
cue all the tears because we aren’t serving him cake.
“Do you want cake?”
“yesh peeese.”
Sigh.

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Then there was some more drama about getting cleaned up to open the gift.

And more madness when big brother wanted to help “too much”.

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Once the gift was open and put together and everyone had jammies on…there was fighting over the new toy.

So we put it away, turned on Curious George, calmed down, and went to bed.

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The day was…trying.

Charlie is now two and very two.

We had a party for him with just family on Saturday which went a bit better, but Charlie’s strong-will and headstrong ways increase each day.

Because he is two.

Charlies Second Birthday

 

Happy Second Birthday, Charlie.

We love you!

 

 

 

 

 

Super Four

PicMonkey Collage

Dear Eddie,

You turned FOUR on Sunday.

I am still trying to wrap my mind around how you can already be four.  Four years old.  Every time I thought about it this weekend, my mind went racing back to the operating room where we first met.  Me all splayed out on a table, strapped down as if in my exhaustion I cared enough to flail about, and you all chubby and slimy and mad and cold.  Good times, Ed.  Good times.

Your birthday this year has been especially exciting.  It’s the first year you understand upcoming events and could count down and look forward to your big day.  Ever since daddy had his birthday in December, you have been asking if you were next.  You had to wait through Charlie’s party, my birthday, Kingston & Kyrie’s party, Joe’s party, Trisha’s day, Addie & Lexi’s party, Aunt Sarah’s day, and finally…FINALLY…you were next.

We talked a lot about what you wanted for your birthday: a new bike, superhero stuff, Legos, the baby doll at Target that actually drinks her bottle, that pancake making pan that you saw on an infomercial.  Every time you saw something you loved you announced, “mom! put that on my birthday list!”f

We asked you what kind of party you wanted for your birthday and you said, “um, maybe a pool party with my little pool and my cousin Jack and my friends.”  So we planned it.  We sent out invitations.  We bought a new inflatable pool that could accommodate more kids. We bought a slip n slide. We bought a “baby” pool.  You wanted “hot dog on a bun” for the party, so we went to Gordon’s and bought a case of dogs and a ton of buns and fixin’s.  You helped me pick two HUGE watermelons.

Your birthday party was on Saturday.  The day before your birthday.

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On Friday, we had some unexpected guest cancellations.

I often wonder what your first memory will be, Eddie.  Most people have their first memories around your age.  I really hope you don’t remember the Friday before your party. I was disappointed to the point of heaving tears.  I spent almost 30 minutes on the phone with Grandma while you and Charlie played.

But I know you heard me.  I saw you climb to the top of your clubhouse and stare at the field behind the house.  You don’t miss much, Eddie.  After I got off the phone, you came and sat next to me and said, “I don’t have any friends, Mom?  Is that what you told Grandma?”  The tears got hot in my eyes all over again.

“No, buddy. That is not it at all!  You have SO many friends who love you LOTS!  It’s just that some can’t come to your party anymore.  Big stuff came up and they have to take care of their big stuff.  But they are so sad they can’t come.”

“But Jack is coming?”

“No, buddy. Uncle Chris just let me know that they are going camping.  No Jack.”

He looked down at the ground.  “It’s Ok, mom. We will have fun. It’s my party!”

The next day it was indeed your party.  Our neighborhood friends, Kelsey, Bentley, and Harry came at the last minute and you and Bentley had an absolute ball splashing and chasing each other.  Uncle Mike and Uncle Cody both brought their swimsuits in case you needed some fun…but they didn’t even have to bust them out.  You have have an awesome family who loves you so much.  Aunt Kenzie even showed up though she had originally thought she would miss it.

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Unprompted you thanked everyone for coming to your party, and you thanked daddy and me about a hundred times for your party and for hot dogs.  You made us so proud, Eddie.  So proud.

On your birthday you woke daddy up with your new Batman Mask on.  It was hilarious.  Then we had cinnamon rolls followed by a treasure hunt to your gift from us.

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When you saw it, instead of jumping on, you rushed over to me and threw your arms around my waist. “OH THANK YOU MOM AND DAD!  FOR MY BIG BIKE!”

Then you did that excited little dance you do where your arms get flappy, and you jumped on in your jammies. Daddy took video, but since we are all in our jammies, we will keep that gem off the blog.

That afternoon, Daddy “swam” with you in the pool and showed you how to use the slip n slide.  After your brother’s nap we went to Red Robin (yummmmm!) because that is your favorite and immediate choice when we ask where you want to go.

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You got the corndog (because three hot dogs on a bun over the course of two days was not enough hot dog for you, I guess) and polished it off claiming LOTS of room for ice cream.  Last year you shared your ice cream.  Not this year.

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When we got home, you announced you were STARVING for some birthday cake…and what do you know, I happened to make you the lemon cake you requested!

We lit the candles, sang happy birthday to our four-year old, and you blew them out.

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Later that night, I put you to bed.  It was my night, but if it hadn’t been, I would have asked daddy if I could do it.  I need the snuggle and talk time with you.

We used daddy’s tablet to read Oh The Places You’ll Go and Happy Birthday To You both by Dr. Seuss.  You were almost asleep by the end of the second book, so when we turned it off and you rolled over, I quietly whispered, “Happy Birthday, Eddie.”

Barely audible, you whispered back, “thanks, mommy.”

“I love you,” I added.

“I love you better than the wide world,” you managed.

“Oh. I love YOU better than the wide world too.”

And then you fell into the steady breathing of a boy who had loads of excitement and sugar.  Of a little boy who just turned four and feels so big.

I lay there even though I knew I could get up. I replayed your birth day in my head.  I let the tears wet the pillow under my face.  I apologized to you again for being so sick your first year of life.

And I thanked you for being the little buddy I never knew I needed.  For being so smart and funny and silly and witty.  For being strong-willed and bossy and whiney and emotional.  For being so much like me.

I don’t know if you will remember any of these events, but my heart will remember them always.  And my prayer is that even though the actual events may fade from your mind, they feeling of being so loved by so many will always be there with you.

Because so many people love you, but I?  I love you most of all.

More than the wide world.

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Love,

Mommy

the birthday blahs

On Wednesday it’s my birthday.  I’ll be 35.

As someone who is in love with attention (come on, this is not news), my birthday has been one of my most favorite days of the entire year for pretty much my entire life.

In college, I would skip class (sorry, mom) and use the excuse “it’s my birthday!” to do whatever I wanted.

Even in my 20’s, my birthday was a fun day.  Maybe I didn’t get to skip responsibilities and just hang out or sleep or do whatever, but it was always my goal for the day to be awesome.

This year is different.

I’m not looking forward to it all.  It’s not that it’s because I’ll be 35.  Age quit mattering to me once I hit 21 and there was nothing to look forward to that was connected with that number. I don’t feel old and I don’t feel young.  I feel in the middle, which is what 35 is.

This is a tricky thing to write about because by admitting what I’m going to admit, it sounds like I am A) whining for more attention and B) giving Cort a passive-aggressive hint. Neither of which I am trying to do.

But if I continue to say, “oh, it doesn’t matter,” I am lying.  It does matter. At least to me.

So here it goes, and I guess take it for what it is, but my birthday is already disappointing me.

I LOVE BIG DEALS AND SURPRISES!

{see, I even put that in all caps so you can get my jazz hands that I am doing with that}

On my 32nd birthday, Cort and my BFF who lives in Chicago organized a birthday weekend.  We spent the weekend having birthday extravaganza.  Saturday included mani/pedis with my best friends, lunch, starbucks, and then getting cute to go out for dinner at the most awesomely COLORFUL restaurant (Carnival) ever.  The entire weekend = jazz hands.

My bestie decided that since I was pregnant on my 29th bday (ending in miscarriage) and my 30th (ending in miscarriage) and 31st (Eddie!) that I was due for BIG FUN.  Cort wholeheartedly agreed.

I don’t expect that every year.  I really don’t. We don’t have that kind of money or resources for that.

But it seems like since becoming a “real” adult, birthdays just aren’t as magical anymore unless you put lots of planning and money toward them…which we don’t have.  And I just don’t want to plan my own birthday anymore.  That was fine when I was single…or even before we had kids and a million obligations and were living on a food/sleep schedule set by small people.

I mean, my birthday is on a Wednesday.

I have to work.  The boys need to be picked up from daycare. Dinner needs to be had. Bedtime will have to be done.  And then our bedtime so I can get up and go to work again the next day.

Cort asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner as a family that night.  Not really.  That is a huge pain in the butt with two little kids, and not relaxing in the least. We did that for Charlie’s birthday and it was really all I could handle for a while.

So he asked me what I wanted him to make for dinner.  I don’t know. I sort of don’t care.  It won’t make the day special for me to have anything in particular.

It’s just going to be Wednesday.

I guess what I wish is that it wasn’t going to be “just Wednesday”.

That somehow it was going to be extraordinary. Magical.

That magically my entire house would be clean and fresh.

That I would get to be pampered.

That I could rest.

But I know that is not feasible.  That is not going to happen.

I know, this is horribly depressing and sounds incredibly ungrateful.  I know.

But I started dodging questions about my birthday a month ago and now that it’s just days away, I am getting sad.

I cried at Charlie’s birthday for one because my baby is One, but also because I was mourning the magic of birthdays for myself.  March was always my month.  Now it’s his month.

I am good with this.  I know it doesn’t sound like it, but I am.  I was planning on sharing, but it just isn’t about me anymore.

And I wouldn’t want to change that.

Except I am grieving it a bit.

Maybe part of being an adult means giving up part of your childhood so you can give your kids an awesome childhood.

Or maybe not.  Maybe I am just being stupid and emotional and a brat.

Maybe it’s just the time of year and the weather this year; winter showed up late and is hanging on with all its gloomy, depressing might.

I really don’t know.

What I do know is that I am grumpy about my birthday for the first time in a decade and I wish I wasn’t.

Pure Imagination

Hold your breath Make a wish Count to three

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Saturday we had Charlie’s birthday party.

It was Willy Wonka themed.

(cutie shirt by Sew Curly)

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printables by One Sweet Party

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Come with me And you’ll be In a world of Pure imagination Take a look And you’ll see Into your imagination

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Almost everyone we love most in the world was able to come.

There were a few who either live too far away to make the trip or were enjoying some relaxation in Mexico who had to be with us in heart instead.

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We ate tacos.

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People talked and laughed and enjoyed themselves.

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We had a treat table.

The Candy bar was for the kids to take home treat bags.

We had Augustus Gloop’s Chocolate Bars, Violet Beauregard’s Chewing Gum, Veruca Salt’s Golden Eggs, Mike Teevee’s Mike n Ikes, and Charlie Bucket’s Wonka Mix

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Smash cake and cupcakes by Zeeland Bakery.

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Fizzy Lifting Drink = one 2-liter of sprite + one bottle of white grape juice + sherbet (I used rainbow, for obvious reasons)

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We’ll begin With a spin Traveling in The world of my creation What we’ll see Will defy Explanation

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If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it Anything you want to, do it Wanta change the world? There’s nothing To it

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There is no Life I know To compare with Pure imagination Living there You’ll be free If you truly wish to be

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If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it Anything you want to, do it Wanta change the world? There’s nothing To it

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There is no Life I know To compare with Pure imagination Living there You’ll be free If you truly Wish to be

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“We are the music makers… and we are the dreamers of dreams.”

Happy birthday, Charlie.

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Thank you to Cort and Liz Ann for taking a million pictures for me.

Lyrics from “Pure Imagination” from the Willy Wonka soundtrack

And just for fun…a comparison of the boys on their first birthdays…

Eddie on left, Charlie on right.

Eddie on left, Charlie on right.

Bittersweet

August 9th is one of the most bittersweet days on our calendar.

One hundred and two years ago, Cort’s great grandfather, Edward, was born on this day.

Fifty-five years ago, Cort’s dad, Steven, was born on this day.

These great men had a special bond.  Steve shared something with his Grandpa that none of his other seven siblings did.  They worked the farm together, and  had the most special grandfather/grandson connection.

Both of these men are now celebrating their birthdays in heaven.

Each year, Grandma Sluiter and whoever is around get together and have lunch to celebrate her father’s and her son’s birthday.

We laugh and we smile at the lives of these great men.

And two years ago on this day, we dressed Eddie in his Papa Steve’s baptismal outfit and had him baptized on his namesakes’ birthday.

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Edward Steven Sluiter's Baptism Day

Grandma Sluiter also gave us a copy of her father (Edward Koops)’s baptism certificate.

We are so very lucky to have Eddie.  He is a constant reminder to us of his Papa Steve both in looks and personality.  He is a blessing to our family in ways I don’t know if he will ever understand.

But it’s for those very reasons that this day is so sad.

As special as it has become, sometimes I wish this was just another day.  Just another parent with a birthday that we go to see.  Another card and gift to run out and get like we do for my parents and Cort’s remaining parents.

I see now the blessings Steve gives us from heaven, but I would much rather him be here with us.  Maybe I am selfish.

Happy birthday, Pops.  I can’t begin to tell you how much we miss you.

it takes a village the size of the internet

Eddie’s second birthday was on Thursday, and while we had a fun little evening together as a family, something seemed to be missing.

Birthdays are a big deal to me.  I am not sure why, but I always made a HUGE deal out of my own birthday.  It’s not like my family went overboard with celebrating, but they always made me feel special and happy, and I just carried that through…even into adulthood.

When I started dating Cort, I was so sad for him that his birthday was in December.  It seemed to always get swept in with Christmas–you know, dual gifts (hey, this bike is your birthday AND Christmas present!).  The past seven years I have tried extra hard to make his birthday a big deal.  To make it his day…not just part of the holiday season.

So for Eddie’s second birthday to come and go with just a little dinner out and a cozy coupe?  I felt a bit underwhelmed.

I knew he didn’t know the difference, but I did.

His being is a BIG deal.  To us, to our family, to the world.  I get a lump in my throat just thinking about how long I prayed to have him.  Through all the crap.

His birthday is IMPORTANT.

And so today we celebrated.

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Eddie's birthday invite...minus some info to protect the innocent

As a kid, my mom and dad always had my mom’s side of the family over for a big meal, presents, and cake on a Sunday afternoon.  It is one of the happiest things I remember about my childhood.

Cort and I want to give Eddie that too, so today we had both sides of our family over for make-your-own-sandwiches, salads, fruit, chips and dip, and cake.  And of course presents!

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sandwiches and such

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Zeeland Bakery did an AWESOME job on the cake!

Obviously I chose a monkey theme this year because Eddie’s new big boy room is going to be monkey themed with blue walls, dark brown furniture, and lime green accents.

I mentioned this on the twitter and immediately Courtney of GCS Design (who also did my business cards), chimed in that she would LOVE to help me with the decorations (more about this tomorrow…plus a giveaway!).

See those cute little signs and circle confetti up there?  She made those.  She also made enough paper and things to hang around the house so that everywhere the guests went?  It was a party!

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blue and green everywhere!

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Happy Birthday flag banner!

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This is so going in his new room after the party!

All of our family was here today.  From his grandparents, his aunts and uncles, his cousin, his god family…right down to the newest members…the Twins.

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I think Eddie hoped she was staying with us.

Eddie begged and begged to hold her when I had her in my arms:  “Beh beee, ma ma.”  And then he would rock his arms and try to take her.

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Beh Bee, Ma Ma.

If she stayed all day and everyone took the presents back?  He would have been just as happy.  I had a HUGE lump in my throat.

But the party must go on.  Eddie loves to play outside…especially with friends.  These two may as well be his brothers.  And one is his God Brother, so we just consider the whole dang family is God Family.

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Eddie and his brothers from another mother

The boys took a break once it was time for presents.  And goodness, did Eddie get spoiled with presents!

opening gifts

Imma mow the lawn. see ya.

(psst.  The shirt?  with the monkey that matches his party?  Kristina from Sew Curly Creations made that.  I know.  AWESOME.)

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hey aunties! check out my new chair!

four auties, four uncles, one cousin, two god brothers, two god sisters, two god parents,  four grandmas, three grandpas, a mommy, and a daddy…that equals a LOT of love.

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so blessed

A very happy birthday boy!  So overwhelmed with all the people, the new toys, the laughter, the games, the love.  Not to mention the awesome monster blanket (that he will NOT go to bed without…and whispers “rawr” as I leave the room each night) from his bud, Joshua (made by his mommy, Miranda),  and the super cute craft clutch from Courtney.

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tee too! (thank you)

Before the fun is done though, it’s time for a little singing, a little candle blowing, and a little cake.  This is the big moment we have been practicing for!

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nailed it!

And then they ate cake…with orange juice boxes…

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so farking good

It all went by in a whirlwind.  All the preparation and planning and anticipation and excitement. And just like that it was over.  Ready to be cleaned up.

After everyone left, I had a massive headache, my body hurt everywhere, and I was exhausted.

But Eddie was so happy.  so very happy.

birthday boy

best. day. ever.

We are so very thankful for the people in our life.  Each and every one of them loves us…and Eddie…so fiercely that we can fall asleep still feeling their arms around us.

Thank you all for all the wishes, prayers, gifts, and words in honor of our little guy turning two.

Today we felt blessings all around us.

And there was happiness.

a very happy birthday

Maybe you heard?

two year old birthday

We had a special birthday yesterday.

 

two year old birthday

Someone in Sluiter Nation turned two.

 

two year old birthday

 

And there was much celebrating.

 

And a whole bunch of spoiling.

cozy coupe

 

And maybe a surprise.

 

cozy coupe

Birthdays in Sluiter Nation are kind of a big deal.

cozy coupe

I think Eddie’s birthday was pretty special.

Mission accomplished.

Thank you to Miss Amy for making his day so special for him at daycare.  He loved all the singing and the candles and the cards. But mostly he loves you.  Thank you.

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on turning two

one week old

You are the same.
But different.

You arrived with wisps of brown hair
and eyes that were almost always
closed.

Loud squawks and cries filled
our once
quiet house.

Arms and lets moved
involuntarily and separate
from the rest of you.

Stretching, twitching, rooting
looking for a warm hand or
your next meal.

Painfully vulnerable to cool air
in the house or
the hot blast of the outdoors.

Too much air in your bottle and
you bellowed with pain in your belly.

Too many blankets and
your skin developed a heat rash.

Every moment was a delicate balance.

Each second with you I held my breath.

You are the same.
But different.

You call out to me each morning:
Ma Ma!  Ma  Ma!

Despite the water and comb
your blond curls
do as they please.

Your wide, blue eyes marvel at
passing trucks and bikes.  They glisten
with desperation
when you believe I am leaving.  They twinkle
with mischief
when you reach for the clock on the shelf.

Our never-quiet house is filled with
your language.

We strain to understand the syllables you string together:
Pop-top, How-uu? cucks wooom. ap jews eees!

Small legs carry you
deliberately at top speed
around the island
down the hall
out the door into the sunshine.

Straining toward independence as you
pull from my hand
in parking lots and stores.

Seemingly indestructible
as you don’t quite
stick the landing at the bottom
of the slide.

Boo boos are kissed away.

Hugs are quick.

Every moments is filled with new.

Each second with you I hold my breath.

You are the same.
But different.

24 monthsHappy birthday, my sweet Eddie Bear.

I love you.

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casey and mozzi lovin’.

The internet gives me many things on the daily.

At work it gives me my gradebook, my attendance site, and resources for fun projects to do for my Spanish classes.

It provides me with email to connect with teachers, parents, and friends.

It gives me facebook to connect with friends and family.

It gives me my blog to pound out my thoughts and feelings and network with others moms like me.

It gives me The Twitter.

In the past year, the internet has gifted me with something I would have never imagined.  If you had told me 18 months ago that some of my closest friends would be people I mostly only talk to using my laptop?  I would have laughed at you.

In my mind, people who are “friends” with personalities in their computer?  Are lonely nerds.  They sit alone in their dark basements and type away creating a fake persona for themselves and making “friends” with other people’s created personae.

And then I met Casey.

First I read her blog because my friend, Emily (who I already knew in real life), directed me there.  I fell in love hard with Casey’s writing.  I laughed, I sobbed, I related–for the good and the bad.  I even learned new things.

And then I got to meet her in real life!

Sarah (Ordinary Sarah), Emily (DesignHerMomma), Casey and me.

Somewhere in those few hours between meeting and her spraying make-up on my face, we became friends.

Like real friends.

Even though Casey has been through more than I could possibly bear myself, she has always extended her virtual arms to me when I am hurting.

Even through her emails and blog comments,  I feel as though she is leaning in close and whispering her offerings of support to me.

Or throwing her head back and laughing loudly at the joke.

Even when she is sad, her love for her friends and family is so genuine and apparent.

She is quite possibly one of the kindest, most loving people I have ever met in this world.

And it’s all thanks to the internet.

When she whispered an email to me that she was expecting, tears streamed down my face for a friend I had only hugged once, but who I had lifted up in prayers countless times.

When Emily asked me to be a part of showering Casey, I almost jumped from my computer with excitement.

Did you know SUNDAY is her due date??  It’s true!  Mozzi (the name she is calling her little girl until she meets her) is due in only TWO DAYS!

To celebrate her, Sluiter Nation has sent her these from The Sunshine Stitch:

 

And this (well, not THIS guy, but a cute girly sister of his) from Sew Whimsy Creations:

But wait!  It doesn’t stop there!  Casey actually celebrated her birthday yesterday, and Sluiter Nation was NOT about to let that go unrecognized!

Rumor has it that she really loves Kilwins, so I made a little trip to lovely downtown and bought her a treat.  It’s on its way as I type (because I am not at all quick at getting things to the post office…good thing I don’t have my own shop)!

I cannot WAIT to meet Mozzi in person (I may have ONE more thing for her, but that is a secret), and hope to make the trip to Indy again this summer.  If all else fails, I will hunt her down at BlogHer and steal her baby.

Wait.  What?  No.

Ahem.

Hopefully this time next year Casey will take Mozzi AND Moosh up to Holland for some tulip fun.  I’ll even treat Mozzie to her first pair of wooden shoes.

Happy baby and happy birthday, my lovely friend.

You are loved.

Reflections on 33

You may have noticed that my birthday is kind of special to me.

I love it.

And Cort always makes sure my birthday is special.

There were three birthdays in a row (29, 30, and 31) that I was pregnant.

When I turned 29, I was pregnant, but no one knew.  And it didn’t stay.

When I tured 30, I was pregnant again, and again no one knew.  We didn’t tell.  Cort made the day very special for me, even though I ended up losing the baby less than a month later.

When I turned 31, I was again pregnant.  This time, VERY pregnant with a little bun named Eddie.

Last year, when I turned 32, my wonderful husband and my best friend decided I deserved a huge celebration to make up for the past three birthdays of laying low. And last year Cort and my parents bought me the best gift ever.

This year there were no trips or expensive dinners.

There were no huge surprises or massively extravagant gifts.

This year was a year of friends, family, and my little boy bringing me a small gift.

I got to have dinner with my best friend, Erin and my wonderful husband.

I drank something called a “Flirtini”.  It had champagne in it.

I was able to have game night with friends who may as well be our family.  Who we consider our family.

this game? is so much awesome.

They jumped out and yelled surprise at us when we walked through their door.  Ben cooked one of the best dinners ever.  Trisha made the yummiest cuppie cakes.  Their boys played with my boy.

three candles because 33? is too many.

and we laughed…and we ate…but mostly we laughed.

Even if Ed wasn’t thrilled to go to bed there at first.

On my actual birthday…

I slept in.

I woke up to:

“Let’s go find Mommy.  No…wait…Ed…not yet!”  <insert paper ripping noise here>

<insert spazzing toddler here>

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOMMY!!!

Two happy boys in PJs…

A venti starbucks latte…

An apple charm for my bracelet…

And a pile of snuggles and kisses and hugs.

I had dinner with my whole family around me:

Mom, Dad, Chris, Sarah, Jack, Henry, Mike, Ashley, Cort, and Eddie.

My favorite meal: Homemade chicken salad and blue berry muffins

The homemade ice cream cake I have ever year…

And a little bit of help from a little boy with my presents…

and with my candles…

I am pretty sure that 33 is going to be the best year ever.

Matching double digits.

Two Three’s.

33.

Lucky 33.

It’s going to be good.

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