tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60171279185120167132024-03-14T02:15:05.013-04:00Happenings Today...a little peek at my life through snapshots.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.comBlogger633125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-13651596485907498302013-05-30T14:52:00.000-04:002013-05-30T14:52:25.349-04:00And we all smiled........Internet, last night I put two boys to bed with smiles on their faces from ear to ear eager for today and David asking "Can I ride my bike tomorrow?" Yes, David. You CAN ride your bike tomorrow.<br />
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I learned a few things this week.......<br />
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1. David has determination with a capital D.<br />
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2. That being the oldest brother can be tough.<br />
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3. The feeling of complete joy when your child accomplishes something.<br />
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I got to cheer both David and Thomas on this week with those cheers coming from the very tip of my toes.<br />
I jumped up and down like I was at a championship game. It was awesome.<br />
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A few captions uniting brothers that I don't want to forget.........<br />
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David to Thomas: "You're really getting the hang of it!" "Let's throw our training wheels away!"<br />
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Thomas: "Mom, me and David are kind of like twins now because we can both ride bikes."<br />
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And you've probably guessed it by now.............yes, both boys learned to ride their bikes without training wheels. They are beyond thrilled and have each found a little bit more confidence inside their bones.<br />
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It came much more natural to David but he also put a lot of hard work into it. He spent all of his free time over the past two weeks practicing in the driveway.<br />
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For Thomas, it took a lot of pep talk and a few tantrums but HE DID IT.<br />
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It's going to be a fun summer! <br />
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-88072571228938604542013-03-26T09:04:00.001-04:002013-03-26T09:04:44.562-04:00Now I lay me down to sleep.......Internet, I've said it since he was a baby........when Mr. Mean sleeps, he SLEEPS. And when he's awake, he's AWAKE.<br />
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His deep sleep causes a minor problem in the bladder department but we gave up pullups a while ago. So we have a routine before Einstein and I go to bed.<br />
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We "pee him".<br />
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I usually reach into his bed and scoop him up. Whisper in his ear about how he's the best boy ever while carrying him to the throne. Then I stand him up and let him do his thing. Then I ask him "do you want a ride?" and he puts his arms up as I scoop him back up and bring him back to his room.<br />
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I plant about a million in one kisses on him telling him again that he's the best boy ever and he BEAMS and blushes.<br />
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He beams better and brighter than any picture could ever capture!<br />
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I have no idea if he even remembers this every night but it's my favorite 2 minutes of the day!<br />
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-49477431749501806382013-02-12T11:30:00.000-05:002013-02-12T14:09:57.386-05:00Random thoughts......Oh Maxwell..........if only you'd someday be able to remember just how loved you've been as a baby. <br />
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I've neglected this blog for most of your life so far but I plan to fill in the gaps. Because those gaps are full of such good stuff! <br />
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Regardless of the fact that you are a sleeping nightmare right now, you're the baby that makes me want 10 more! You've brought out the good in everyone around you, especially your brothers. I never thought it would be possible for me to enjoy watching your brothers with you as much as I do. <br />
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But my favorite thing to do lately, is put you down on the floor and watch them play with you.<br />
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So when I say that "you're the baby that makes me want 10 more", it's not because you are better and they were bad babies. They were equally as good, as cute and as loved.<br />
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But watching <em>them </em>with <em>you</em> is magical.<br />
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And that's why I'd want to do it all over again.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-67878573950481198452013-01-29T13:21:00.000-05:002013-02-12T14:03:07.518-05:00InsteadInternet, both of the bigger boys have had handfuls of words that they have mispronounced along the way. I almost NEVER correct them because 1. - I love the way they say these things and 2. - Eventually they correct themselves. It never lasts long, although Thomas STILL pronounces yellow as "lellow".<br />
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There is one word/phrase that David misuses that I've let go for too long though and finally corrected him yesterday. I don't know if the correction stuck but I'm sure I'll find out soon.<br />
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It's the way he uses the word "instead" when what he really means is "and then".<br />
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For instance, yesterday him and Thomas had this grand plan of taking an oatmeal bath together. I know, I know it sounds ridiculous but both of them have had such dry itchy skin lately that I thought it might help. Over the weekend I filled the tub up real high so they could soak...........they love it!<br />
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So the whole ride home from daycare yesterday David kept saying "we'll have dinner instead we'll take a tubbie."<br />
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It stung a little but I told him he was saying it all wrong. He looked at me confused and then corrected himself.<br />
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I feel bad that I put the kabosh on it but I'm dying to see if it stuck!Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-820360587811371362013-01-28T07:39:00.003-05:002013-02-12T14:03:31.352-05:00The ThirdInternet, I have this small feeling of guilt, if that's even the right word for it.<br />
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I don't know if it's because Maxwell is most likely our last baby or if it's because the third time's the charm. But I feel like I notice so much more about him. It's like he's constantly under a microscope (in a good way). Or maybe that it's I'm forgetting these things from Thomas and David. Or maybe it's because when it comes to Maxwell, it's a family affair. Meaning, he has 4 people constantly cheering him on, waiting for his next move. Every little thing is a big thing.<br />
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One little thing I notice all the time, is how he touches things. Trust me, I know this is how babies learn but this guy loves texture.<br />
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Tommorow he is 6 months old. Which means the day after that, he's one day closer to ONE. Time is flying with this one..............FLYING.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-84651129372391822352013-01-03T08:12:00.002-05:002013-01-03T08:12:48.235-05:00NicknamesMaxwell, Max, Maxy, Max-a-rooski, and my favorite.............<br />
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Maxwell weighs 15lbs 13oz and is 25.25 inches long.<br />
He's starting to outgrow his size 3-6 months clothes and is moving onto 9 month and 6-12month duds.<br />
He happily eats cereal and his first veggie was sweet potato which he now smacks his lips for!<br />
He is rolling over front to back and can scoot forward. If laying on his back he can turn himself around. He loves his exersaucer more and more each day and can turn himself around in it.<br />
He's still working on better sleeping habits but since introducing veggies, he's sleeping through until approx. 5am.<br />
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And at 4 months old we could love him more!<br />
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-8063127211412506452012-12-05T15:06:00.002-05:002012-12-05T15:06:51.017-05:004 months later...........and it still hasn't worn off.<br />
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I thought Thomas and David would get over the "newness" of Maxwell. That after time, they would get tired of him or forget that he's even there.<br />
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Boy was I wrong.<br />
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They are still just as crazy over him as they were the day we brought him home.<br />
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They feel the need to touch him constantly. They baby talk to him. They talk to him with excitement. They cheer him on when he does something new.<br />
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And they love him.<br />
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They tell him that they love him.<br />
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They tell him he is the cutest baby in the world.<br />
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They call him "buddy" and try to calm him when he's upset.<br />
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And they fight over who gets to hold him first.<br />
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Thomas is awesome at wiping spit up on his own without even being asked.<br />
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David beams from ear to ear when I put Maxwell in his arms. <br />
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They talk about sharing their toys with him and bringing him to Maine when he is bigger.<br />
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They try to include him in everything and feel bad when he misses something because he sleeping.<br />
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And just as much as Maxwell is ours, he is totally theirs. I've said it before and I'll say it again, he is without a doubt "our" family's baby. <br />
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-68398246601833503772012-11-28T08:45:00.001-05:002012-11-28T08:45:22.470-05:00Just a little Elf on the Shelf vent......Okay Internet, maybe I'm missing something but here goes........<br />
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I thought the point of the Elf on the Shelf was that he was reporting back to Santa on good/bad behavior, being a good person, etc. etc.<br />
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I might have to pull out the book again and read it but that was my understanding.<br />
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While I think all the "pranks" that people have their elves do are funny, I think it's kind of defeating the purpose.<br />
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My kids wouldn't take it seriously if I did this at home.<br />
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Just my two cents.........rant over!Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-77053894261566879542012-11-26T10:52:00.001-05:002012-11-26T10:52:24.291-05:00Christmas Crazy is underway....Internet, it's going to be a loooooong month!<br />
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Yesterday was the annual Christmas parade and that's the even that kicks off the Christmas season for us.<br />
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In typical fashion, we had the car packed with half the house and we were on the road on time until I realized we forgot our Toys for Tots gifts. Whoops! Back to the house! <br />
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We made it to Quincy in good time but immediately hit traffic upon getting off the highway. Einstein took the challenge of getting to our spot into his own hands and welcomed a reason to drive like a jerk! I won't say how many laws we broke but we made it!<br />
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The parade was long but we had fun. The parade party afterwards was fun too!<br />
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On the ride home Thomas begged me to get his and David's little trees from the attic along with the Santa hats and antler headbands. He wanted to play Santa and have David be his reindeer. It's a funny site to watch! <br />
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Our lights are up outside, candles are in the windows and the little trees are on the fireplace. We are waiting for December 1st to put our tree up.<br />
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We're also holding off as long as possible on the Elf on the Shelf. 25 days of moving him (and trying not to forget to move him) is long enough! Although they are already starting to look for him!<br />
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My goald for the next month...........keep the kids from looking at Christmas catalogs and picking out more stuff! I am DONE shopping for them!<br />
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Parades are so up David's alley..........he waves at everything like nobody's business! He's in his element at a parade :)<br />
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And a little something that is tradition-ish for me and Einstein........a cheesy self portrait or "selfie"!</div>
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-2829609606026573412012-11-08T13:37:00.002-05:002012-11-08T13:37:42.231-05:00A DavidismInternet, I've always loved the made up words or mispronounced words my kids use. And because I know nothing lasts forever, I never ever correct them.<br />
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Thomas probably shouldn't still be pronouncing yellow as "lellow" but there are very few things keeping him little any more that I'm holding on to this one.<br />
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And by far my most favorite word from David is "pajamies".<br />
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I call them pajamas, jamies, jams or pjs.<br />
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But he calls them pajamies.<br />
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It's his word.<br />
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And I adore it.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-12352331388305653282012-11-02T14:00:00.002-04:002012-11-02T14:00:58.211-04:00November 2ndInternet, today Thomas Trouble is six years old.<br />
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I can not believe that I have been his Mama for SIX whole years now!<br />
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He now counts his years on two hands.</div>
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He started his morning with a chocolate chip muffin, one candle, and the rest of us singing happy birthday to him. He got to open a few presents...........tools - real ones and some odds and ends for his tool box. He was psyched.</div>
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We'll be decking out the house later for his party tomorrow - a haunted house party.<br />
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Mornings are total chaos in our house now but we tried to make this morning special. Einstein ran out early to get the muffins and we had to hustle and bustle to get ready and be out on time. But you know what? <br />
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Going the extra mile for these kids is so worth it. The pure innocence and joy from them is just so so worth it.........because these moments are fleeting.</div>
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I find myself squeezing, kissing, and holding each one of my little miracles a little longer these days.<br />
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"I love you to the dinosaurs and back!"</div>
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-29168026546331992942012-11-01T13:23:00.001-04:002012-11-01T13:23:30.384-04:00Halloween 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-67827860794490689322012-10-23T12:54:00.000-04:002012-10-23T12:54:07.612-04:00Making a mental noteInternet, yesterday was a crazy day.<br />
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It was my first day back to work and it was my first time taking all three boys to a store on my own.<br />
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We got home and the big boys immediately went outside to play and I snuggled Maxwell before getting dinner ready.<br />
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While we were eating dinner, the doorbell rang and we got "Boo'd". <br />
The boys were ecstatic.<br />
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We had one more house on our list to "Boo" so I figured since they were flying high from their treat, we might as well do it.<br />
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You guys, it was pure joy!<br />
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I want to forever remember our "mission" and what fun it was! We pulled up to the house and I opened up the slider. They hopped out with their tiny flashlights on and tiptoed to the front door. Thomas placed the bag, rang the door bell and the two of them ran like bats out of hell back to the van! They climbed in as fast as they could and we peeled away why the door was still closing. So many giggles! It was so fun "to be completely in that moment".<br />
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We deviated from the rigid plan last night of dinner, bed time prep, story, bed. I need to remember to make time for these fun little treats. The joy is too worth it not to let loose. Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-80856318934035710962012-10-22T14:05:00.000-04:002012-10-22T14:05:07.807-04:00Our new normal.....Oh Internet, time sure does fly when you are having fun!<br />
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I had 12 weeks at home that I wouldn't have traded for the world. It totally stinks that just as you are finally getting into a routine and your baby starts to "come to life", you have to go back to work.<br />
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I tried to prep myself for it all weekend. Talking myself into thinking that "it's no big deal. Been there done that." You'd think having done it two times already that the third time would be a breeze.<br />
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Not so.<br />
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I think this time was even harder. <br />
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Physically harder because there is more of everything. More bags to pack. More clothes to lay out. More lunches to make.<br />
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And emotionally harder. Three little worlds got disrupted today to start "the new normal". I'm all Maxwell has known for 12 weeks. And while I know he is in good hands, he's got to feel the change. David has had his time at the daycare all to himself for 2 whole months. Now he has to share it with Maxwell and Thomas. And Thomas started taking a new school bus to school today. <br />
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Change all around.<br />
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I know these changes will become routine fast and that the boys won't even know the difference soon. But I can't ignore that tiny little guilty twinge in my Mama heart for having to go to work.<br />
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Here's looking forward to every weekend and every day off!<br />
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-18417691955282414742012-08-29T09:47:00.000-04:002012-10-10T09:48:29.217-04:00Baby to BoyInternet, I haven't quite been able to really put into words what it was like putting Thomas on the school bus for the first time.<br />
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I told myself I wouldn't cry. I believed myself and thought i was doing good until I saw the school but coming.<br />
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Before the school but came to a complete stop in front of our driveway, Thomas Trouble was off and running. <br />
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I didn't get to hug him. I didn't get to look him in the face and tell him to have a good day.<br />
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He was gone and I was in tears.<br />
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It could have gone badly. We could have both been in tears and I could have had to peel him off of me. I am thankful that he wasn't full of fear and that he was so eager to experience it it.<br />
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I was a wreck though.<br />
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I tucked my first baby into bed just 12 hours earlier and woke up to a little boy.<br />
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There is nothing "baby" about him and there probably hasn't been for a while. But it wasn't more evident to me than on the morning of his very first day of kindergarten.<br />
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-74479288851267819842012-08-02T14:51:00.002-04:002013-02-12T14:04:29.993-05:00What is love?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No words needed other than our hearts grew a lot bigger this week.</div>
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-25876036110578983672012-07-31T09:30:00.000-04:002013-02-12T14:05:31.860-05:00Looking back.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Internet, it was a crazy feeling to look back at all three of our children in the car for the first time. I looked back and felt pure fear. It was the first day of really being a family of 5!Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-55982987218451144512012-07-30T09:36:00.000-04:002012-10-10T09:37:10.810-04:00A Party of 5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our first family photo as a family of 5.</div>
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Oh my gosh, how did this happen!?!?!</div>
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-17373978137593615132012-07-29T14:49:00.000-04:002012-11-01T13:32:53.978-04:00Baby G3<div align="center">
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Our baby is here!</div>
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-64250852927285916022012-07-25T08:15:00.000-04:002012-07-25T08:15:19.795-04:00Wiggle it, just a little bit......Internet, it's funny how things happen.<br />
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We've been so caught up in the anxiety and waiting game of Baby G3's arrival that we've been ignoring complaints of a sore tooth from a certain little 5 and a half year old.<br />
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Yes, for almost two weeks now he's been demanding to go to the dentist because his tooth hurts.<br />
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I figured "maybe it's just sensitive" and have been brushing him off knowing that he will be seeing the dentist in August.<br />
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Well last night I instead of brushing him off I gave him the attention he needed and low and behold.....<br />
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This face is about to change!<br />
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You guessed it, Thomas Trouble has his first loose tooth! And he couldn't be happier!<br />
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This all happened while Einstein was out last evening and it took a lot of restraint to keep Thomas from yelling out the house windows to him when he got home!<br />
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He's been full of questions such as "what if it falls out while I'm brushing my teeth and goes down the drain?" and "How will the tooth fairy know when I put it under my pillow?" And telling me "Mom, you need to take me to the dentist!"<br />
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Losing teeth, starting kindergarten, legs that are growing like weeds..........Internet, my baby boy is growing up way too fast!Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005741469767391721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017127918512016713.post-51173186866923188532012-07-19T12:12:00.000-04:002012-07-19T12:12:06.089-04:00He did it!Internet, it never ceases to amaze me how you can't force things and they'll happen when they happen.<br />
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For instance, David and potty training. With the new baby coming, we had really hoped that we could have David potty trained before he arrived. We tried unsuccessfully a handful of times.<br />
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Then one random Thursday afternoon, I caught him on a week moment and got him on the potty and all of a sudden something just clicked. I am happy to report that it's almost been a month now and he is trained. He hasn't had an accident in about two weeks and is pretty self sufficient. He does still wake up wet which requires pull ups at night but as far as I'm concerned, he did it!<br />
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Thank God I won't have two in diapers!<br />
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And how adorable is this...........<br />
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I made the mistake of telling the boys a while ago that their brother would be arriving around Daddy's birthday. Well wouldn't you know on July 11th when Thomas realized it was Daddy's birthday, his eyes lit up and said "is the baby coming today?" with such great enthusiasm. I had to be the buzz kill and tell him no. Every day since I've been asked "is today the day?"<br />
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Our bags are packed and G3's room is completely ready for him stocked with diapers and wipes and everything needed to welcome him home. More torture for Thomas and David I'm sure, is that neither one of them miss a trick. So when I put something new in the baby's room, they notice. And they touch it and they ask a million questions.<br />
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As this is most likely the last time we'll be having a baby, I'm starting to notice the things I will miss.<br />
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One of the biggest things, Thomas' excitement feeling the baby move! Saturday night we sat for a half hour playing "is it an arm, a leg or a baby bum?" and he would giggle with excitement and amazement that he was feeling his brother. He sure had made this fun for me :)<br />
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