Friday, July 05, 2013

Splash of Color

A few months ago a group of us ladies decided to do a local color run. These races are popping up all over the place and are super fun. Since it sounded messy and silly, I decided to sign Nolan up, too. And so did all the other mom's. It was the perfect race to bring kids as it wasn't a timed race and even though it was listed a 5k (3.1 miles), it was actually a little over 2. The idea with a color run is that every quarter mile or so, you get splashed with color. The color is a powder of cornstarch and who knows what else, but apparently it's safe. We had the BEST time and we were very colorful!!
 
Here's a few of the kiddos before the race:
 
 

Nolan and I before the race. I have to commend Nolan, who was able to run almost the entire race...very proud of my little guy for such an awesome first race!




After the race:

 
Nolan's best pal Ashlyn. They couldn't stop laughing at how messy they were:
 
After the race is finished, you get to pick up a packet of powder. Then everyone groups together and when the annoucer says go, everyone throws their packets of powder in the air...this is where we got the most colorful.
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Monday, June 24, 2013

Camping Party


When Nolan turned four, his brothers were six months old. And we had a camping party. Driven by guilt at how much time went into the twins, I poured my heart into Nolan's 4th birthday party, which was a camping theme. He's been telling the twins about this party for awhile and when the subject of their birthday came up, they both kept asking us for a "tent" party. It's so rare that these two agree, we obliged. Brian really did the brunt of planning and toting all the stuff to the park. Every single year the twins birthday party (or celebration) has landed on a rainy day. So I was pretty nervous when we booked the park for their party. But the spell was broken and we had a gorgeous day!!

This is one of Brian's hand-made signs:

Joseph and Daniel in front of one of the tents. The shirts I made for them were a little big:
 Catching some fish in the "pond."

 Nothing like letting a bunch of kids loose by an open fire. Kidding, we monitored it closely for s'more making. I'll be lucky if we have friends after this, however, because all the kids ate multiple s'mores...followed by cake!
 Dirt Cake in a truck.
 
 We sang to Joseph:
Then we sang to Daniel:
 
Joseph loved the dirt cake:
 
Danny took one bite and said, "I not like this." It makes sense since he isn't a fan of oreo's.
 
A family pic. I made us all matching shirts, but mine was in pink. Yes, I'm a dork that way, but the boys are young enough to still let me do it and Brian tolerates it because he's the best!!
 

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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

4th Birthday



It's hard for me to fathom that my sweet miracles are four years old today. When I look back at my blog and re-read posts shortly before they were born and shortly after, and the trials of having a child with a heart defect...well, its difficult to read. I want to reach through the computer and hug that woman. I want to whisper, "It's going to be okay. Really. This too shall pass. You WILL be the family you've always dreamt of; and more. You will bring your boys home." But if I knew then, what I know now, I wouldn't be the mother I am today.
I am humbled beyond words to call you boys my sons. Thank you for choosing me as your mommy.

Dear Joseph,
I can still remember your tiny pink cheeks and the way you felt when they placed me in your arms. I didn't realize how much I had missed you in my life until I held you. You had this head of tuft like hair and I would lay awake in the hospital bed, running my hands through your hair, then your cheek, then those plump lips; I would then have to kiss you and wonder how God made anything, anyone so perfect. You have grown into quite the little boy. You refuse to conform to anyone or anything and every single decision, big or small, has to be weighed with great deliberation. God bless the individual who tries to rush you. You are very wise, Joseph, and I find it fascinating that such a wise soul could be as sensitive as you are. It takes you longer than your brothers and and most kids to adjust to new settings; this alarmed me at first, but I love that part of your personality now. I love that you observe your surroundings before you jump in. When you decide to be someone's friend, you are loyal. You love fiercely and I think that as you grow, you will be picky with your friend choices and your girlfriends; but I think if they are patient and kind, they will find within you a treasure so great, they'll take great care to never let you go. Watching you and Daniel is the most amusing thing I've ever encountered. You love each other dearly, and have so much fun, but you know how to push that boy's buttons like no one else; and you do it often. I love that you boys have each other.
I want to stop time and have you stay four a few more years. So that pudgy little hand still has to hold mine in the parking lot; so you still wake me in the night to go potty and let me carry you to bed and cover you up; so I can listen to you say to me, "Mommy, you is pretty everday" forever; so I can wake you in the morning and smell that baby breath and feel you curl into my lap on your rocking chair as you wake up for the day. But as far as I know, no parent has been able to stop time yet. So I'll take your pudgy hand and hold in my heart this special day of yours and together we'll go into this next year with hope, excitement, joy and laughter. I love you, JoJo. All the way to the moon and back.


Dear Daniel,
I can remember that day that your Daddy wheeled me over to your hospital room and picked you up and placed you in my arms. It was the scariest and most beautiful moment of my life. You were the tiniest little baby I had ever seen, much less held. There were so many wires and I wish I could tell you that it didn't make me angry and scared. I was both of those things; but I was also amazed at how you grabbed my finger; how your turned your head toward my voice when I sang to you, as if saying, "I've been waiting for you." From the moment the doctors told me you had a heart condition, and many weeks before I got to hold you, I knew in  my heart with complete certainty that you were a fighter. You have proven to me that over and over, more than most children have to at such a young age, that you are a fighter; but beyond being a fighter, you are someone who brings smiles and laughter to friends and strangers alike. You love to dance and you love to tell jokes and you love to cuddle. You know when I'm at my wits end what I need most and you are always there, lips puckered, ready to help your momma out. It's still so hard for me to keep together when you find out we are going to the doctors and you start weeping; I can't stand that you know a hospital gown is more than just a silly nightgown with clowns on it. It means more to you and it terrifies you and I can't stand that. And the brace. Oh, the brace. In heaven there are no braces that constrict little bodies and force a barrier between a boy and his mother as they cuddle, singing good night songs. But I try not to hate the brace, because it helps you and its part of you; and you don't really care for it, but you totally rock it. You jump on the school bus and flash your brace to show off that it has cars on it; you find a way to dance with it on and we refuse to allow the hard plastic keep us from snuggling and hugging and loving. The truth of the matter, Daniel, is that everyone has their own cross to bear. I know this and God willing you will grow to have the compassion to see that every soul has a story and every story has struggle. It's how we handle that struggle, whether we sink or rise above our limitations. And sweet boy, I see you rising up, above the labels, the medical terms, the what-if's...I see a young, sweet boy, who was given a body that needs a little extra stitching and love, but whose heart is as fierce and big as a lion's. That's why we named you Daniel. Happy fourth birthday sweet boy. You are my sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey. Love you to the moon and back.

Love, Mommy
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Thursday, December 27, 2012

Christmas Eve we had plans on having friends over for brunch, but Daniel got pretty sick and his fever wouldn't go away (or come down), so we had a quiet day. Nolan and I went to the Christmas pageant and mass on base, then we got chinese take out and had a relaxed dinner. Followed by sprinkling reindeer food outside, placing the cookies and carrots on the table, with a big glass of milk (Nolan insisted Santa would be very thirsty). Nolan then proceeded to wake up at 2:30 am, hoping Santa had come. Then he woke me up at 3:15 again...he finally went back to sleep and slept in until 7. We had a very relaxing day and all little boys in our house were very excited about their gifts. Danny was struggling, and not feeling well...turns out my poor baby had pnemonia!

The three boys in front of Santa's cookies:


Opening frenzy:
The fam...even Tootsie wanted in the pic (and by the way, she was extra spoiled this year)!

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Saturday, November 17, 2012

 
Dear Nolan,
I can't believe my baby boy is seven. I have no words to describe my awe at how fast this all goes, nor will my words do justice how proud of you I am. You make me laugh, you make me crazy, you make me proud, and you made me a mommy seven years ago. Happy birthday, my favorite little red headed superhero. I love you all the way to the moon and back!
Love, Momma
 
Here's Nolan with his birthday donut:
 
 The twins were not happy, Danny was bawling because it wasn't "his" birthday. We enjoyed Nolan's favorite dinner, clam chowder soup. In a rare twist of fate, the electricity went out, so we were playing in the dark and pioneering our way through dinner. Thankfully it was restored just as we sat down to a candlelit dinner!
 
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Monday, October 15, 2012

Pretending

I'm just going to pretend that I didn't just upload enough pictures to my computer that embarrasses me to tell you the actual number. I can literally remember it like yesterday when Nolan got his Thomas the Train bike with training wheels. I was scared out of my mind for that little guy and couldn't believe how quickly he'd grown. In true Mommy fashion, I filmed the whole thing. This time around I realized three days later that I didn't take a picture of the twins on THEIR "big boy" bikes. They are amazing and have not an ounce of healthy fear that keeps them from going too fast. Joseph: 

 And Danny (with the Thomas bike):


Ummm...where are my babies????????
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Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Preschool

 
 
Dear Joseph & Daniel,
I think it is very true that with your second child (or in my case second and third), we parents don't rush things as much as with the first. We are in no rush to get to the next stage. Crawling, walking, all these things we know will come in time. So, we don't rush them, but rather tend to live in the moment a little more. Enjoy it, if you will. With twins, at least for me, there wasn't much enjoying that first year. It was more like surviving a tornado. Don't get me wrong. We loved it; loved the chaos, laughed at our mistakes and the insanity of it all, but it was just that...sweet survival. And I really can't say I would go to back to that. But the irony is that I thought it may never end. The idea of taking a shower by myself, without a screaming baby in a bouncy seat on the other side of the curtain seemed magical and mystical, but the idea that you may grow up and someday go off to school? That was completely foreign to me. But, time, it always passes. And once we had that first year under our belt, you two rascals had no problem rushing into each next stage before I was usually ready. You just keep growing up too fast. You are suddenly little people. Little men. With opinions and loves and humor and compassion and tempers and beutiful little personalities. I am no longer thrown off by peoples shock that you are twins. In fact, I relish it. My two little guys, shared my womb, but from day one were determined to prove you are NOT THE SAME. Nope, not the same. But best friends, none the less. Best friends who left me today, on a bus, with not one single tear between the two of you when happily waving good bye to your momma. Off to a big world of school, friends, playdough, coloring and playgrounds. The house is eerily quiet. I look forward to the many things I can get done. But I am heartbroken that we've crossed another first. Ask any of my lady friends who have older children, who just kissed their son or daughter as they left for their first day of high school; who helped them move into their college dorm. They remember their childs first day of preschool like it was yesterday. I remember holding you in my arms, babies, squishy and tiny and helpless as if it were yesterday. It goes too fast. Period. But I'm so unbelievably proud of both you. Of the challenges you've faced and overcome. You both will do big, big things and I'm so grateful to be a part of it, and most importantly to be your mommy. I'm not sure how it works, up there in Heaven, but if you were a part of it, thanks for choosing me. I'm not worthy nor perfect, but I'm grateful and humbled and head over heels in love with you two michevious boogers. I will love you  more each day until the day I die. Good luck today. And come home quick so I can have a double bear hug.
Love, Mommy
 
Danny & Joey at their meet and greet at school yesterday:
 
 The boys waiting for the twins bus. Its pouring down rain. Fitting, I think:
 

Nolan is so proud of these two:
 
 The boys with their first day of school cookie cake yesterday after N's first day:
 

Seriously, when did they grow up???
 
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