When Zeke was little, I documented the words that he could say at intervals on a sheet of paper. Of course, that format was quickly destroyed... with Mere, well, it just didn't get done. So now, with Eli I'm going to try to do better (I really owe it to him, I'd say, b/c I've not filled in hardly anything in his baby book :o/ Of course, I will have to update this post periodically and right now, the words that he "says" are mostly ones that only I can identify. Sooo, baby boy, here we go:
15-months, post date 7/22/10
bye-bye (first word)
momma
pop-pop (for Poppie)
Nanna
Paw-paw
up
milk (sounds like "ilk")
baba (for his sippy cups)
cow (sounds like "caw")
mooooo
bite (he wants something to eat)
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
"The Mystery of Wubb"
Today is our anniversary ~ eight years of marriage, ten of us being "us". It's pretty special, I must admit, and we've learned so much in that short amount of time. I'll share a few of those things with you:
1. When we were talking about getting married, my pastor told us that "Divorce is not an option." It sounds so simple, but when you take the option out of your vocabulary you realize that no matter what comes you've got to work it out. It's kinda like when your on a diet and you clean out your kitchen of all unhealthy things -- your making failure "not an option." (now let me ask, how many of us truely clean everything out? we generally go in there and EAT all of the unhealthy things right before the start day of the diet... yeah, you know what I'm talkin' about!!!) However, if you leave just one chocolate, even if you put it in the freezer, for "just in case," you cave so much faster....so why even give youselve the option? Divorce for us = not an option.
2. Love is not a term to be taken lightly. In today's society it seems that everyone "loves" everyone... "love ya man!" but I'm certain that that much love is going around! The crime rate would definitely be lower if it were! It seems that people have gotten immune to the power of the phrase, I love you. I hear it all the time-- people on the phone with someone in departure saying, "Love ya, Bye." No emotion, just a phrase spoken without thought. A habit.... the Hubster and I never want those special words to become stagnant so we have a "rule": Do not say that you love me if you don't feel it in your toes. Now that may sound crazy... what do we mean, feel it in your toes? Well, when we were first in love, it seemed like we got all excited to see one another... almost like the excitement was from your head to your toes... butterflies, goosebumps, all that love-jazz = love from your toes. So, no, I do not hear the phrase "I love you" from my husband everytime we talk (we do say other sweet, kissy, disgusting words to one another) but when we do say it, is is special -- it makes me stop in my tracks, no matter what I'm doing, to acknowledge that he is feeling all goosepimpley about me. It's still makes me feel all bubbly inside!!!!
3. Love is not the same all the time. I believe that this is why so many couples find themselves in divorce (and then because of #1 on the list). Love that you feel when your dating is exciting, new, unknown... probably mostly lust. It's a high... the hormones get all fuzzy and it feels good but as time goes on love takes a different appearance. After being married, sure, I still get those times of pure excitement, but not as often. We know each other... there's little new and little unknown but there's still love. It's not the excitement of getting to hold his hand or kiss him anymore (Honey, I do still like to do those things, don't worry <---can you say Marriage Maintenance?! lol!) but it's the doing the dishes so I don't have to. It's the vacuuming the floor while I'm at the grocery store. It's the dandelions picked while he's playing outside with the kids. It's the playing with the kids. It's the York Peppermint Patty that he brings home for me b/c he knows I love them. It's the feeling of security and safety that I feel when he's with me. Love is no longer a rise in the serotonin... it's a way of life.
I was just reminding the Hubster about a time when we were dating: we were at a restaurant holding hands while we ate our lunch when a friend came over. He began to laugh at us and told us that he could tell that we were in love because we couldn't even eat without holding onto one another. He congratulated us but left us saying that it would pass. In all our ignorance, we denied that our love would ever change. We were ignorant -- our love did change. It became stronger, more stable, and less flashy. It transformed from the flirty winks at work to a dinner on the table. From talking on the phone for hours to three beautiful children. It changed.
Our love has evolved and though I cannot completely explain it, it is a wonderful, beautiful, awesome thing -- like Merdie-Meese (3-yrs) said today as she watched her daddy and me jump on the trampoline together,
1. When we were talking about getting married, my pastor told us that "Divorce is not an option." It sounds so simple, but when you take the option out of your vocabulary you realize that no matter what comes you've got to work it out. It's kinda like when your on a diet and you clean out your kitchen of all unhealthy things -- your making failure "not an option." (now let me ask, how many of us truely clean everything out? we generally go in there and EAT all of the unhealthy things right before the start day of the diet... yeah, you know what I'm talkin' about!!!) However, if you leave just one chocolate, even if you put it in the freezer, for "just in case," you cave so much faster....so why even give youselve the option? Divorce for us = not an option.
2. Love is not a term to be taken lightly. In today's society it seems that everyone "loves" everyone... "love ya man!" but I'm certain that that much love is going around! The crime rate would definitely be lower if it were! It seems that people have gotten immune to the power of the phrase, I love you. I hear it all the time-- people on the phone with someone in departure saying, "Love ya, Bye." No emotion, just a phrase spoken without thought. A habit.... the Hubster and I never want those special words to become stagnant so we have a "rule": Do not say that you love me if you don't feel it in your toes. Now that may sound crazy... what do we mean, feel it in your toes? Well, when we were first in love, it seemed like we got all excited to see one another... almost like the excitement was from your head to your toes... butterflies, goosebumps, all that love-jazz = love from your toes. So, no, I do not hear the phrase "I love you" from my husband everytime we talk (we do say other sweet, kissy, disgusting words to one another) but when we do say it, is is special -- it makes me stop in my tracks, no matter what I'm doing, to acknowledge that he is feeling all goosepimpley about me. It's still makes me feel all bubbly inside!!!!
3. Love is not the same all the time. I believe that this is why so many couples find themselves in divorce (and then because of #1 on the list). Love that you feel when your dating is exciting, new, unknown... probably mostly lust. It's a high... the hormones get all fuzzy and it feels good but as time goes on love takes a different appearance. After being married, sure, I still get those times of pure excitement, but not as often. We know each other... there's little new and little unknown but there's still love. It's not the excitement of getting to hold his hand or kiss him anymore (Honey, I do still like to do those things, don't worry <---can you say Marriage Maintenance?! lol!) but it's the doing the dishes so I don't have to. It's the vacuuming the floor while I'm at the grocery store. It's the dandelions picked while he's playing outside with the kids. It's the playing with the kids. It's the York Peppermint Patty that he brings home for me b/c he knows I love them. It's the feeling of security and safety that I feel when he's with me. Love is no longer a rise in the serotonin... it's a way of life.
I was just reminding the Hubster about a time when we were dating: we were at a restaurant holding hands while we ate our lunch when a friend came over. He began to laugh at us and told us that he could tell that we were in love because we couldn't even eat without holding onto one another. He congratulated us but left us saying that it would pass. In all our ignorance, we denied that our love would ever change. We were ignorant -- our love did change. It became stronger, more stable, and less flashy. It transformed from the flirty winks at work to a dinner on the table. From talking on the phone for hours to three beautiful children. It changed.
Our love has evolved and though I cannot completely explain it, it is a wonderful, beautiful, awesome thing -- like Merdie-Meese (3-yrs) said today as she watched her daddy and me jump on the trampoline together,
"Awwww, the mystery of wubb!"
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The couch
For a 5 or 3 year old a couch seems to be considered a place to sit, lay, or successfully complete a head-stand... yeah, much like an adult. But for a 15-month old, a couch seems to be Mt. Everest. The challenge (100000 times a day) is to get on the couch and get off without falling with too much blood gushing from your head. This is our day... Finder trying with all his might to get on the couch and I'm amazed at how easily he can do it at times but then with such frustration the next (resulting in loud squeals that chafe my nerves)
Today, the couch has a whole new level of excitement. Meredy-Meese took the center cushion off to find Jessie's hat (from toy story.) Finder immediately rushed to the couch... as if someone attached an elevator onto the side of Mt. Everest... it was still a great accomplishment for him to be able to get to the top even though he didn't have to put forth too much effort. I'm like that some days, I must admit. But then he realizes that the couch has somehow transformed into a trampoline... so very bouncy. So I sit, watching his little chubby legs work to move his little round body. The joy is all about him: a face so lit up, his squeals of joy engulf the room, his fingers stretched out and shaking, and his little round toes working to make it all happen. Wow, I never knew that a couch could be so much fun! Maybe I'll just go right now and enjoy some bounce time, too.
Today, the couch has a whole new level of excitement. Meredy-Meese took the center cushion off to find Jessie's hat (from toy story.) Finder immediately rushed to the couch... as if someone attached an elevator onto the side of Mt. Everest... it was still a great accomplishment for him to be able to get to the top even though he didn't have to put forth too much effort. I'm like that some days, I must admit. But then he realizes that the couch has somehow transformed into a trampoline... so very bouncy. So I sit, watching his little chubby legs work to move his little round body. The joy is all about him: a face so lit up, his squeals of joy engulf the room, his fingers stretched out and shaking, and his little round toes working to make it all happen. Wow, I never knew that a couch could be so much fun! Maybe I'll just go right now and enjoy some bounce time, too.
Monday, July 12, 2010
"Momma, who's gonna take care of me?"
Since having my first child five years ago, I had been a stay at home mom... until this past year. With a four year old, two year old, and a 6-month old at home for some reason, it seemed like a good idea for me to return to working (note that it seemed like a good idea to me, not so much to the Hubster.) While I really enjoyed the work, my heart broke each evening when Bubba-Lew would inevitably ask, "Momma, whose gonna take care of me in the mornin'?" (even though we only had one babysitter that came to the house each and every work day)
He still asks each evening, even though it's summer break, who will be taking care of him in the morning... I will, Buddy. I'm lovin' this time at home with the kiddi-os! L-O-V-E it! So why is the decision to quit working and return to the SAHM position so difficult? Oh, yeah, I remember, it's the money, it's the conversations, it's the feeling that I'm productive.... and yet, I'm torn.
He still asks each evening, even though it's summer break, who will be taking care of him in the morning... I will, Buddy. I'm lovin' this time at home with the kiddi-os! L-O-V-E it! So why is the decision to quit working and return to the SAHM position so difficult? Oh, yeah, I remember, it's the money, it's the conversations, it's the feeling that I'm productive.... and yet, I'm torn.
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