Monday, January 25, 2016

He is Three

Dear Canon,

Despite your protestations to the contrary, you will always be my baby. Today, you turned three years old. You are sweet and silly and love to snuggle. You love making art and hanging out with your big sister. She considers you her best friend!

You are a daring child who loves to climb, run, and jump. You love superheroes and fight imaginary "bad guys" (sometimes we have to remind you that the cat is not a bad guy) with your own unique fighting style, which you have dubbed "Heeyah!"

Your likes include Ninja Turtles, Power Rangers, My Little Ponies, having your finger and toenails painted sparkly blue, singing, dancing, eating raw veggies, and baking.
Your dislikes include being woken up, cottage cheese, having your hair groomed, and wearing pants. 

You rarely go "uppies" anymore unless you're tired, and you only nurse for a few minutes, once or twice a week. 

You're starting to take more of an interest in books, and are developing a deeper enjoyment for drawing and painting. You like building and "fixing" things. You are kind and friendly to everyone you meet and seem genuinely confused when a peer (or your sister) hurts you. You are nearly always smiling which makes your expressions of pain or sadness all the more heartbreaking. 

Raising a son is a challenge and a joy. I hope that you always keep your gentle strength, your carefree spirit, and your affectionate kindness. I hope that you'll always have love and respect for those who cross your path. I hope that you'll use the privileges afforded you in this life to lift up those who are marginalized or have less. I hope that I can teach you even half as much as you are sure to teach me. Keep smiling, my sweet son.


Monday, November 16, 2015

She is Six

Dear Delilah,

In the blink of an eye, you are six years old. You're considered a leader in your Kindergarten classroom, so much so that you occasionally decline to participate in the teacher's activities when they don't mesh with your own desires. You've made great progress with this in the past few weeks, largely due to your deep empathy and your developing understanding that your behaviors impact the experiences of others around you.

You love telling stories, through words, song, or dance. You make up to stories to go along with your books, often making up words or meanings to fit your plot. The other night, you grew frustrated as my laughter crescendoed with each conjugation of "defecate" in your story du jour, which you explained to mean "it's when you try your best!" Much to your dismay, my laughter did not subside when you went on to explain how the character wasn't defecating very well and needed to defecate harder.

You delight in teaching others, and your ability to command an audience's attention to learn your latest dance move or game is unrivaled.

You sing with abandon, loud and proud, often punctuated with exaggerated leaps, twirls, and jumps. You demanded to sing 'Happy Birthday' to yourself, by yourself when presented with your birthday cake.

Your love for your brother knows no end. He is your best friend, and you, his. You greet and depart from him with hugs, kisses, and assurance that you'll see him soon. The other parents at school pick up "oooh" and "awwww" when you rush to embrace him after your day. The two of you make up silly games together, and he is a willing pupil for your many lessons and activities. He adores you and looks up to you, and it makes me swell with pride and gratitude for you both.

Your favorite food is pasta, and your favorite treat is ice cream. You love apples and carrots and preferred fried eggs to scrambled. You recently started eating chicken after more than 5 years as a vegetarian child. You've decided that chicken is okay with you, but are not comfortable eating fish, beef, or pork. You recently asked me where the chickens are at your school and were somewhat horrified to learn that the chicken served at school lunch is not raised right at school.

It is such a joy to watch you grow and learn. You are sweet and sassy and always planning ahead. Your drawing is becoming more detailed, your rendition of written letters and numbers more legible. Your love for music and animals has continued to blossom. You are sensitive to the feelings of others and will stop in the midst in of your own tantrum to comfort someone else who needs it. (Usually me.)

I love you, and am so grateful for the adventure that is being your mother.



Monday, October 5, 2015

Giveaway: Petrol Hemp Indio Wrap Scrap Key Fobs

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