Tomorrow I'm going to look like the photo below all day. It is 2 a.m. and I'm like a little energizer bunny right now! It's really annoying but I thought I'd take advantage of the quiet to write a few things down and post a few pictures for my mum. Hi mom!
Roman has been quite hilarious lately. He is getting so crazy sassy we are finally having to crack down on him. Its sad how often he slaps his brothers in the face. But kind of funny. But sad. You can see why I've been hesitant to crack down on the hitting and whatnot... secretly I think it's really hilarious to see this little tiny person test all the boundaries he can, but sadly his brothers do not find it quite as funny, so we are working on putting a stop to it. For now he mostly still hits but follows up with a sweet "I'm sorry" and a hug and kiss.
He will only go to sleep if we put him in bed "like an excavator," complete with beeping and crashing sounds. And then blanket, and then bunny, and then silky must all have the same treatment. It's very endearing and makes him so happy to sleep.
Also, he is obsessed with basketball. He plays several times a day, even all by himself. Sometimes he'll just wander out back and start shooting hoops all alone. Ben, as you can imagine if you know him well, is thrilled beyond belief. Keep playing baby! Too bad he'll only be 4 feet 2 inches tall as an adult.
Banks is still as skinny as ever. He is seriously skin. and. bones. It's wild. But he's full of energy and happy to have his best buddy benson at home to play all summer. He is a swimming machine, totally fearless and at ease in the water. It's a total change from last year but very welcome.
Benson is a getting to be gigantic and super smart. He finally can ride a bike, and loves it, of course. Though we've been telling him for years he would love it, he always insisted it was dumb and not worth learning. Ah, we have such ammunition now! It's great to win a few battles like this as a parent, as this serves as a shining example of how smart we still are, and how he should trust us when we assure him he will like something. He has suddenly become very bold in his food tasting, and recently tried (and loved) sushi. I am, obviously, thrilled to have a sushi buddy! Yahoo!
Ben and I are great. Ben is taking his test in just a couple of weeks. He will do well, and is very excited to be done with studying for a while. I have just one burning question in my otherwise very happy life:
Whyyyyy do people wax poetic about hanging their sheets/towels/laundry on the line to dry? What is this "Sun" smell they speak of? Does their laundry not smell like dirt, like mine always does, and -worser still- feel like sandpaper against their skin? I don't get it. Tell me your secrets people. I am even opening up comments if you'd like to throw in your two cents. I really am dying to know!
Well this is stupidly long, and bravo if you made it this far. I am going to attempt sleeping again now. Wish me luck.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
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Friday, May 11, 2012
I had to include this one. This is Banks' best friend Allen. Banks told me he likes Allen because "he looks like a ninja." haha I'm sure Allen's parents would be thrilled to know that.
Banks graduated from Pre-school last Saturday. The ceremony was short and sweet and I always love a chance to see one of my kids sort of in their own element, playing and interacting with peers. Strangely, the parent in front of us cried pretty much the whole time. Maybe she knows her son is going to be a kindergarten drop-out and she was cherishing his only graduation.
Banks didn't really give two hoots about graduating. But he's excited to have the summer off and then ride the bus with Benson to elementary school!
Posted by Carrie at 2:26 PM
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
This is me. Don't I look serene and happy? That's because I am serene and happy! But unfortunately I have a disorder which causes me to look like this:
During situations that other people find to be perfectly easy to deal with.
It's the pits. It really is. I have an extremely annoying involuntary reaction to cry at even the tiniest amount of stress-inducing social interactions. Like some people blush, or sneeze, or hiccup? I cry. It's awesome! No, it's really not. It's super embarrassing and causes people to make all kinds of assumptions about me that really aren't true.
Honestly I don't really know why I'm posting this on the internet for everyone to read. Not having comments anymore has made me wildly uninhibited! Which, I should point out, is how I feel about most things but I somehow cannot make that connect with my tear ducts and voice steadying device.
So I guess in conclusion, if you didn't already know this about me, now you do! And if you did know it, feel free to talk about it openly, or at least understand that I have a problem, and I'm working on it. I'm thinking about making a badge for myself that just says, "Please ignore the crying. It's involuntary!"
Posted by Carrie at 12:43 PM
Friday, May 4, 2012
"Cradling a swaddled infant in their arms, mothers would distractedly touch their lips to their babies' foreheads. Passing their toddlers in a hall, mothers would tousle their hair or even sweep them up in their arms and kiss them hard along their chins and necks until
Where else in life could a woman love so openly and with such abandon?"
-The Snow Child
Posted by Carrie at 7:35 PM
Thursday, April 26, 2012
We were sitting at the kitchen table the other day, just shooting the breeze, and Ben said to Benson, "I bet you are the smartest kid in your class." (Insert Mom assuring him it's not smartness that counts, but good old fashioned hard work, ahem) To which Benson replied,
"No dad. I'm not. But I AM the best looking."
We sort of tried not to chuckle and said a few, "Well yes you are. We think you are sooo very handsome," and such and he simply said,
"Well it's true. I'm the only kid who ever has their hair done."
Oh the complicated world of a 1st grader.
Posted by Carrie at 8:47 AM
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
I find my thoughts and heart wandering
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Saturday, April 14, 2012
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Friday, March 9, 2012
I'm pretty sure no one checks this blog any more. I'm pretty fine with that. But, if you happen to be here, welcome! I don't mind a bit if everyone on the planet comes to see my little corner of the internet, but just so I don't have to think about it, I'm turning off the comments. If you really have something to say, feel free to send me an email! I'd love to hear from you if you feel so inclined.
Ben and I have lived far away from family for most of our marriage. This, as some of you may know, does not make for a lot of parental away-time. Or any, for that matter. Luckily Ben's mom is living in Albuquerque temporarily so we have been sort of taking advantage of that (sorry! but thank you so much!) and had one night away last year. It was bliss. And so blissful in fact, that we decided to go crazy this year.
Sun, turquoise water, white sand, way too much food, and no kids.
Needless to say it was amazing.
Each night as we sailed away from the day's island, we would hold hands in the warm breeze and watch the beautiful sunset over the caribbean ocean. What an incredible gift to be able to get away from dishes, and cleaning, and laundry, and waking up too early to crying people, and just stress in general. And for two days we didn't even mention the children (having the time of their lives at home with Grammy and Uncle Steve). But then little by little we would see things they would like, or other little tots cute and smiling, and by the end of the trip we are holding strangers' too-tired toddlers and finding shells for them to make them happy, and begging to hold every baby we passed. On the plane ride home we watched videos of them, laughing at every little thing like weirdos.
Time away is good for everyone and I feel so lucky to have had the luxury of being away from my babies long enough to miss them desperately. And to know that when the kids are all grown and gone away, Ben and I will still really really like each other, even with no kid buffer. Yeeeeeesssssssss. B.F.F!
Posted by Carrie at 3:48 PM