Posts Tagged ‘birthday’

trip chronicle and birthday musing

The kids and I got back on Saturday night (well, early Sunday morning) from a trip to Michigan. We had a nice trip, although the kids were sick for part of it, and we got to see babies Lola and Ruby–my kids have talked about them incessantly ever since.

On our first day in town, Mary asked Grandma Cal to play Go Fish. Grandma is always up for a round of Go Fish.

Mary was very excited.

 

Grandma Cal is into it.

A tense moment…

We went down to the pond to explore–we were planning to go fishing the next day, but we got rained out every time we planned it. ha. This photo cracks me up because of Mary’s tick-protection arrangement of pants and socks.

Mary, trying to look like a cool kid (and possibly succeeding):

Wesley waving to the fish:

 

We checked out the animal tracks.

Wesley pointed out some corn.

They spent a couple of days living on Popsicles, recovering from their malady.

Mary got to ride Turbo (Wesley was still sick, and I was tending to him, so Grandma and Grandpa took her for a ride).

This photo is my favorite:

 

Mary got a haircut.

…which turned out very cute and makes her look like Tatum O’Neal from “Paper Moon”:

Mary played with bubbles:

 

And we had a party for Wesley, who turned THREE yesterday! I can’t believe it.

 

Just before we left town, Linda and Jacob came into town–we got to see them, which was fantastic. On the way home, we stopped and visited Suz. Mary declared her cats, restaurant ice cream, and local park “awesome” (a word that Mary has picked up somewhere). So, despite their illness, it was a good trip!

Soon to follow: Wesley’s birthday picture from yesterday, not yet uploaded.


		
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Mary is 4!

I can’t believe she’s 4. We had a lovely birthday evening: they had a nap, then we went out for Chinese food, and then over to Grandma’s for cake, ice cream, and presents. Mary got a bunch of fun presents, including a Buzz Lightyear toy. Conor and I got him for her because Wesley got Woody for his birthday and Mary immediately stole him. On the way home from Grandma’s, Mary spoke up and said, “I think Buzz is really for Wesley.” I said, “Well, I’m sure he’d like to share him, the way you share Woody.” She said, “No, I think it’s Wesley’s Buzz. I’ll use him sometimes, though.” I can’t decide: does this mean she loves Wesley and wants to share? Or does it mean that she doesn’t really want Buzz in the first place? (She has been playing with him all night though.)

She really is so grown-up.

It’s an odd thing to consider: Mary was a surprise baby, definitely NOT planned. Five years ago, I would have said babies were years in the future, if ever.

But–and I know almost all parents who have unplanned babies say this eventually–I’m so glad that we have her and that she was born when she was born. She started school yesterday and it’s been a rough couple of days for me and Wesley. We miss her like crazy. Wesley cried and cried this afternoon when we left campus because he wanted Conor to stay with us instead of going to work (“I want Daddy! I need Daddy NOW!”) and then whimpered, “Mama, where did Mary go? She in her classroom?” Poor kid. He’s so sad and lonely. I think he’ll figure it out soon and realize that he gets all of the attention and toy, but the adjustment is hard on him.

I miss her, too (although I have been so busy with the semester starting that I’ve had little time for it). For a little perspective: I have spent every day with her since she was born. I teach in the morning, spend the afternoon with her; or I’m with her all day. I’ve never spent a night away from her. I have never spent so much time with one person ever (well, presumably since I was myself a baby). And I have to say, amazingly enough, the vast majority of those days have been good ones. And I wouldn’t give any of them up.

Well….except for that day when she smeared poop all over her crib. That I would have handed off to anyone who wanted to step in.

birthday outing without pics

….because I forgot my camera.

Anyway, I took the kids to the aquarium today–we rode the Metro downtown, visited the aquarium, kicked around the soccer ball at the park, and then met up with Conor to go out for sushi. It was a big hit: the kids loved both the train and the aquarium.

Funny moment of the day: the aquarium has a tank with a clownfish and a…whatever that fish is that is the basis for Dory from “Finding Nemo.” We went past it and I said, “Wow. That’s uncanny. The Pixar versions are so real.” I mean, seriously, these fish look EXACTLY like the Pixar versions–the movements and everything.

Before we left the kids wanted to see them again. So we walked back over there and there was a woman there with a teenager. She said, “These are pretty cute, huh?” and Wesley replied, “They just like Nemo’s daddy and Dory! It’s uncanny!”

It was totally clear, too (often other people can’t understand him). The woman just burst out laughing because it was so funny coming from a 2-year-old.

Mary did a great job on Metro–I had Wesley in the baby carrier, but she was walking. She was wearing her snuggle monkey (the little backpack with leash), but she didn’t really need it; she stayed right with me, handled the escalators like a pro, and walked probably a mile, all told. What a big kid.

birthday boy pic and an open question

Wesley was not feeling well yesterday–poor boy, being so sad on his birthday. He had a fever and was clingy and cranky and generally unhappy. But he is feeling better today!

So, Grandma and Grandpa S sent Wesley a birthday present. There were two tissue-paper-wrapped packages inside–one for Wesley, one that was marked “For Mary.”

Wesley picked up the one marked for Mary, looked at it, and handed it to her and said, “It’s for Mary.”

Was this coincidence? Or did he read the M? (He knows that her name starts with M, probably, because she spells it a lot. But does he know what an M looks like?)

some recent photos

I’ve been a little remiss in posting photos–school started the week before last and we’ve been trying to adjust to the new routine. The kids are having to get up earlier two days a week now, which is always takes a bit of time to get used to. Mary is taking a dance class one morning a week now from Conor’s aunt Elaine; I think she’s going to LOVE it but it is at 9:30 (and not nearby). So, we’re busy!

But we have managed to fit in a few things. Mary’s birthday was last week; I cannot believe she is 3. Truly, she is such a big kid now. At the grocery store, she picked out her birthday cake: “Cake or cupcakes?” “Cupcakes!” “Chocolate, strawberry, yellow, or speckled cake?” “Speckled cake!” “Chocolate, strawberry, cream cheese, or vanilla frosting?” “Chocolate!” “Sprinkles or stars?” “Stars!”

Then she helped me bake the cupcakes:

mary cakes

lickfingers

Wesley recommended some other baking–he was hoping for rhubarb.
rhubarb

He’s figured out the walking thing and moved on to prancing.
prance

Grandma M and Anne came over to eat birthday cupcakes and spaghetti with us.

We also had birthday artichokes.
artichoke

Wesley says, “More noodle!”
wesleyreach

Oh, sweet noodle.
noodle

Grandma gave her a backpack for her birthday–with goodies in all of the pockets!
backpack

Wesley immediately stole the new ball.
ball

Then we had cupcakes (she put on the sprinkles herself):
sprinkles

When she blew out the candle, Wesley went crazy applauding.
yay

Yum. Cupcake.
cupcake

So that was her birthday. Here is a pic of her wearing the backpack later in the week (she loves her backpack and takes it everywhere):
backapck

Or maybe two pics.
backpack

August 20…

…is also known as The Day That “It’s My Birthday, Dammit–I’m Not Doing These Dishes” Bites Me in the Ass.

My kitchen is a mess.

what I found this morning:

From blog pics birthday

Keep in mind that I do not, in fact, have a seven-year-old child–this was Conor’s solution to the “no-tape” problem. In case it’s not obvious, he held the paper together with diaper pins. ha ha ha. Adorable, yes?