Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Isn't it amazing that just when you think you could not possibly have any more love in your heart, another child enters your world and your heart grows three more sizes?! This child is amazing. She smiles all the time and loves to "talk" to us. She is so cuddly and simply joyful. My cup runneth over.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
I never cared too much for being in the pictures with Santa, but it turns out that no matter how excited the kids are about Santa, they only like him from a distance.
Last year we had the kids squirm and cry for the photo anyway...but Buttercup is so small, we didn't want to chance any injuries.
I asked Boy what he thought about Santa...those big boots and that red coat...he said "and I liked his big belt".
Boy- A Superman Present
Bluebird- A Blue Present
Buttercup- to be held all day long
I hope you all have a lovely visit from Santa too.
Every morning as I get ready for work, Bluebird sits in one of the sinks on the counter and noses through all of my things, primps, lets me fix her hair into cute pigtails, or whatever else I can manage to pull her super fine curls into...I love to add bows and I always tell her how pretty and special she is. For she truly is a special girl. So sweet and generous and thoughtful. A little mother.
Each night when we tuck her in, she always has us cover her with every toy she owns (and she knows if something is missing)...and when we check on her before we go to bed, we usually have to find her amidst all of her cuddly toys. The girl loves to cuddle.Before her morning cuddle ritual (where she taps the place beside her on the couch and says "Daddy, cuddle...cuddle Daddy") she will always make sure that her baby sister has a binkie or a blanket. Before she drinks her "chocla mulk", she always waits for Boy's cup in order to make sure he is properly served. One morning, Boy was insistent that I give him some "blue cereal" (blueberry shredded wheat)- Bluebird already had a pink cup full of cheerios and cereal is all the same in her sweet 2 year old brain. I watched as she emptied every piece of cereal out of her pink cup into a blue one...and said "here is some blue cereal Boy". Now, obviously, his name is not actually "Boy", and I use this for the purpose of anonymity...but Bluebird actually does call him "Boy". Quite cute. Just like everything else she does.
I never unload the dishwasher or put away groceries alone, Bluebird is always there handing me each item and saying "Tank you" after each one. If she drops something she always says "oops, sawwee". She says "scuze me" when she has to squeeze past you. The girl's sweet manners are adorable in every sense of the word. I seriously cannot get enough of her sweetness.
This morning I put a new bib on Buttercup, and Bluebird said "ahhhh, so sweet".
Every morning, after our primping is done, I pick her up, give her a big hug, and she looks into the mirror and says "bye bye bootiful"
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Bluebird is an easy girl. While we fight "Boy" to take off his Superman underwear and comply with letting him wear his superman pajamas under his clothing (so he never has to remove them), she gladly wears whatever pajamas we bring out for her...whether they be two sizes too small, hand-me-down boy pajamas covered with cars, or just a big t-shirt. She is a binkie, blankie and baby girl...but she is not so specific over which binkie, blankie or baby...so long as she has the trio.
Recently I had a sweet conversation with her about Santa Claus.
Me: "What would you like Santa to bring you for Christmas?"
Bluebird: "A present."
Me: "What kind of present?"
Bluebird: (pause, while she ponders the question)"A Blue one."
So, we shall tell Santa to find our Bluebird a "Blue present".
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
When I was pregnant with Bluebird, I was worried about how Boy might be with a new sibling. He was still a baby after all and I was worried about jealousy.
It didn't take long before he started doing little things that proved to us that there is a built in love that one has for their siblings. When she would cry, he would reach over with his little baby hand and grab hers in his. It amazed me that a 16 month old could already possess the skill to comfort another human being.
One morning recently, Boy was laying in bed with Daddy and me...he said..."I love Buebird", "Bluebird is pretty", "Bluebird is a princess".
Daddy and I looked over at one another and smiled, there is nothing sweeter in the world than hearing your 3 year old boy say such sweet things about his sister.
And a few memories of Daddy and my siblings (who we love and miss sooo much):
C and me
B, me and C
The Losinski kids
Friday, June 11, 2010
A year ago when our family had just moved to SC, we were browsing a local sporting goods shop when Boy found a hat that he did not want to take off. Obviously, we were not fans of the Tigers, or the Gamecocks or any other SC team...so we were not all too interested in purchasing a $10 Clemson hat for a 2 year old. However....he was so darn cute...
It made us laugh. In truth, I have never completely understood being a die hard fan of a school you never attended. And I certainly don't comprehend doing things like THIS even IF YOU DID attend the school:
A year ago we caved and bought Boy the Clemson hat!
...maybe it was foreshadowing....
A year later, I am proud to announce that sweet Daddy was accepted into the doctoral program at Clemson. His focus will be instruction and curriculum in special education. He has also been invited to work with the Clemson Life program, which is a live-on campus transition program that focuses on life skills, autonomy and preparing the students to enter the work place. We are very excited about this new phase in his life.
So.....we will let Boy wear his hat with pride, and maybe we will purchase a few more Clemson items before our first football game.
(but hopefully this "pride" will never translate into any full body tattoos)
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
When I was pregnant with our sweet Boy, Daddy and I went to the bookstore each week and picked out a book for him. The very first book we chose for him was The Little Engine That Could. It is such a wonderful story and we found a book that told the story with the most beautiful illustrations. I came home from work one day to find that Daddy had painted a mural on the baby room wall, a picture of the Little Blue Engine from the story. It was beautiful.
Boy is 3 years old now, and has developed a recent obsession with trains. He builds his tracks and watches Thomas the train on TV. Even when he plays in his sandbox, he usually is quietly making sand hills for the trains to travel. He lines them up and pushes them over the tracks for endless amounts of time. I find it endearing.
Every night, we read the story about the Little Blue Engine.He has us read it two or three times a day. He reads it too. He turns the pages and you hear his version of the story..."puff puff, chug chug...up, up, up, faster and faster and faster the Little Blue Engine climbed"...
I sit on his bed in the evening and my heart swells as I hear him read this story to me.
When building his tracks, he often says "Daddy, I can't do it...Help, Daddy do it".
But today, Daddy sat at his computer, I sat on the couch with Miss E, and we listened as he built his tracks (all by himself) and said "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can".