Emerson Jude

Boy at the Park in August

Slide

Splash

Play

Swing

Look

Drink

Posted on 08.19.09 to Emerson Jude. Grab the feed. No comments yet. Comment or trackback from your own site.

Tamara

Boy

It’s times like these when I realize how lovely you truly are: your perfect skin, your long eyelashes, and the fluff of spun sugar floating atop your little round head.  You snore and sleep while I marvel at you.

In your monster pajamas, I wonder at your juxtaposing selves.  The angelic child asleep in his crib versus the busy body that is nonstop action all day.  Today you were in a hitting and climbing mood.  You hit the dog, you hit the cat, you hit me, your sister and your dad.  You came up to every one of us murmuring, “Niiii, niiii?”  We warily looked at you and then you would hit us.  Again, you would coo, “Niiii, niii?”  and then kiss us, stroke us lovingly and hug us.  The cycle would continue over and over as we would instruct you not to hit, try to teach you hands are not for hitting and then we deposited you in your room.  Someday you’ll get it.

I picked up your monster pajamas today at Costco and put them in the cart.   It was just me and you, a rare mother and boy excursion into the world, without a sister or father along for the ride.  You reached for your monster pajamas and held them to your ear.  You nuzzled them, caressed them and I stroked your peachy cheek.  You give your hugs and kisses sparingly, perhaps I was jealous of the attention you were giving your pajamas, but it was a pleasure to be able to touch you in a moment of quietness in the middle of Costco and not have my hand pushed away.

One of the things I love best about you is your love of footwear.  You love your boots: your dog boots, your frog boots, your puppy slippers and now your monster feet which are at the tippy-toes of your new monster jams.  I roared at you as I showed them to you.  Only then would you stop fighting my attempts to ready you for bed and resigned yourself to getting dressed for the evening, after your bath.  You ran out to show your daddy your hip new jams with the monster toes, roaring all the way, leaving in your wake the fresh scent of baby shampoo.

Finally, we are all exhausted.  You and your sister are asleep, and I can’t help but sneak into your room to look at your sleeping form one last time before I retire.  You sleep like you play: hard.  You don’t wince as the flash goes off, over and over, in an attempt to capture this moment of you, my sweet sleeping baby.  I know again tomorrow that you’ll try my limits, wear me out, hit me, climb stuff that you shouldn’t climb and run all day long, but for now I can’t take my eyes off of you.   I’ll accept your little smacks and hits because sometimes it is a kiss or hug instead.  I shake my head and laugh when you again climb on the coffee table, then feign a stern voice and remove you to safer ground. I watch you as you breathe in and out, sleeping and still.  I love you with every bit of my being, so grateful that tomorrow I’ll get to chase you.

*And here that boy is, on the coffee table the next morning.  Beautiful Crazy Boy.

Posted on 08.18.09 to Tamara. Grab the feed. No comments yet. Comment or trackback from your own site.

Bradley, Emerson Jude, Guinevere, Tamara

Permits!

We have the permits to build our house!

See, those are the permits in my hand!  My amazing husband was able to acquire those on the first try.  So complete is he that we did not need to return to Kenmore City Hall time and again to correct or change things.  We can breathe a big sigh of relief, we have passed one of the first major roadblocks with flying colors.  I hope that this is a sign of what is yet to come!

Posted on 08.17.09 to Bradley, Emerson Jude, Guinevere, Tamara. Grab the feed. One comment. Comment or trackback from your own site.

Gigi Said

Tooth on the Loose

Gigi’s tooth came out yesterday under the hand of her brave mommy. Three tugs from Tami was all it took to uproot that little chicklet and herald a whole new age in for the Littlejohnesque narrative.

Gigi slept with her tooth under the pillow and a note for the fairy NOT to take her tooth (but it was OK to leave cash anyway). By 8:00 this morning I was already on my knees crawling around looking for a tooth that was lost somewhere while she was marching around with it triumphantly. We found it (fear not Tooth Fairy). I think the Tooth Fairy takes those little gobs of calcium not just for the child’s sake but for the grown-ups, as well.

Posted on 08.14.09 to Gigi Said. Grab the feed. No comments yet. Comment or trackback from your own site.

Guinevere

Back to School

“I love my school clothes.  They are really good.  I got new school clothes.  This is the best year ever.  Cause I got new clothes for kindergarten.  I am excited about kindergarten cause it’s gonna be really exciting and I know Mrs. Ross and she is really nice.  I know her because she has a daughter named Emmie and she works at my mommy’s school.  My favorite outfit is the one with the purple skirt, pink leggings and flowered sweatshirt.  I am going to wear the rainbow skirt and unicorn shirt outfit for the first day of school.  I picked a lot of pink clothes because that is my favorite color!”

*favorite outfit

*first day of school outfit

There’s a definite color scheme here!

Posted on 08.13.09 to Guinevere. Grab the feed. No comments yet. Comment or trackback from your own site.