Dear Son #1, Two years ago everything stopped. Suddenly, mercilessly and injected with an immense amount of fear, it all stopped. It was as if Gru had taken his Freeze Ray gun thing to the world and left us all standing there in place, blinking in panic but unable to react appropriately or even at… Continue reading But you remember.
Love. It’s all about bodily fluids.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, As I wrote this blog post last week, I was upstairs listening to the high-pitched sounds of the "Bumble Gums or the Humble Buns" or something like that — that was coming from downstairs where you, my little William, laid on the couch slowly sipping a Ginger Ale happily… Continue reading Love. It’s all about bodily fluids.
Joy to the world!
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, Would you look at that, a beautiful mother/children moment that I had concocted in my imagination did not go to plan. And I’m sorry, it’s not your fault, it’s mine. In my head I had conjured up a beautiful scene of all of us putting up Christmas decorations together,… Continue reading Joy to the world!
It was all so new.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, You know your Mommy and Daddy, we're always up for trying new things and we like to encourage you to do the same, otherwise life is just far too boring. In hindsight maybe it would have been a more relaxing summer if we hadn't have spontaneously bought a 100-acre… Continue reading It was all so new.
Kids’ birthday parties—worse than wind chimes and horses. Combined.
Dear Son #1, I can’t believe you’re six years old already, I know I say that every year but it’s true. It honestly felt like yesterday that you almost arrived on a friend’s couch 2 ½ weeks early. The couch has since found a new home to my understanding, and I have always wondered if… Continue reading Kids’ birthday parties—worse than wind chimes and horses. Combined.
Dear Son #1 & #2, You know exactly what movie I'm talking about from this title alone. Because we watch too much TV? Possibly. Because we’ve seen this movie seven times? Probably. Because it’s the best movie ever? Most definitely. *** I do not speak for Alexander who will claim that Paw Patrol: The Movie… Continue reading Silenzio, Bruno!
Let’s be true for just a moment. And read “Little Women”.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, I’ve been known as “Mommy” for almost six years now and the other day when you all learned my name and started yelling “AMY!!”—followed by fits of giggles—it really threw me through a loop. Not only because I strive not to have the same relationship with you as Homer… Continue reading Let’s be true for just a moment. And read “Little Women”.
Dear Son #1 & #2, I had big plans. Huge plans. After the March Break that lasted 545 days, we weren’t letting all of our hard work go down the drain once summer vacation hit. We weren’t going to slack off and forget everything we painstakingly learned throughout the year. I wasn’t going to allow… Continue reading Big plans.
To my sweet, gentle middle child.
Dear Son #2, I have three boys that are all 20 months apart in age. They have more energy than a pack of Huskies who have been chugging Red Bulls all day, more attitude than a house full of teenagers without Internet, more mood changes than one of those Mood Rings in a mall candy dispenser and more daring,… Continue reading To my sweet, gentle middle child.
When the little things become the big things.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, It’s been the little things, hasn’t it? The little things that have kept us reasonably sane these last 15 months. The little things that we’ve had to look forward to. The little things that have morphed themselves into big things. All of a sudden, we lost play dates, grandparent visits,… Continue reading When the little things become the big things.