Yikes

I am very behind on the family blog. Rest assured I will be posting some tasty story nuggets for your pleasure soon. In the mean time, enjoy these beautiful family photos by Stephen Signa.

Young Love

Maggie has a boyfriend. At least that's what she tells us. That's also what her boyfriend tells us. My friend has five year old twin boys. Maggie and one of them are smitten with each other. Its quite cute. They talk about each other all the time, and when they see each other its like the world lights up. Today when they saw each other, they ran, yelling each other's names into an embrace. She doesn't hug her other friends. So it was cute. But even cuter, Maggie has a boo boo in the middle of her face. And this sweet boy says to her, "Maggie you still look beautiful with that cut on your face." She promptly yelled at him that it was not a cut, it was a booboo. He quickly ran back to his mom to get help taking off his jacket, and as she did so I over heard this, "Maggie still IS beautiful. She is so beautiful. But a little piece of my heart is missing since she got hurt." Maggie and this boy frequently talk about how they miss each other when they are apart, and have already said the L word.

So, sorry boys, Maggie is taken. We're figuring out which colleges they will be going to and where to do the wedding.

What's blood got to do, got to do with it?

So far in Maggie's short life, all of her major booboos have happened in mommy's company. Yesterday, however, was a change of pace. While I was at work, Maggie got a decent boo boo in daddy's presence, and it involved blood, which I know to be Jeremy's kryptonite. However, they both handled it like pros.

Silly, fairly novice parents that we are, we hung our stockings on a shelf in the living room using heavy, metal, pointy, decorative stocking hooks. This year they hung within reach of our adventurous 3 year old. Yesterday she managed to pull one down onto her face. Of course the corner hit her smack in the middle of her forehead. Her initial reaction was apparently to cry. She seemed alright. There was a minor mark on her forehead. Her next response was to touch it, which prompted a steady flow of blood from her face. When she looked at her hands, she apparently panicked and began running in circles screaming, "I've got red on me. I've got red on me." At which point Jeremy bravely chased her and scooped her up, hoping to keep the blood from getting all over our beige furniture and carpet. I didn't see any when I got home, so he succeeded, at least to my knowledge. Hopefully he didn't just flip over the couch cushions or something. He called me at work to inform me of the incident, and said that "The stupid stocking holder fell off the shelf and hit Maggie." I could hear Maggie, still whimpering in the background chastise Jeremy with a firm, "Stupid is not nice Daddy." I swung home to check on her, as I'm five minutes away. When I walked in the door, what to my wondering eyes did appear? Maggie with a bandaid across her forehead and one across her nose. Jeremy quickly reassured me that the nose bandaid was merely to stop the crying. It was Dora and she makes everything all better. I insisted on peeling back the bandaid to inspect the booboo, only to find that it was attached to her eyebrows. Thus the hysterics began again. It was a minor booboo, but as we know all head wounds bleed ALOT. Everything was quelled with a candy cane and mommy ran back to work. Life is NEVER dull with our lovely children in tow.

Birthday Boy

1 year ago today I was at the hospital with my little Miles. Pretty close to this time of the day. After nearly 18 hours of labor my little boy was born. I walked for hours to move the labor along. Walk for 45 minutes on the monitor for 15. I ate several meals. My knees and ankles ached. I switched from slippers to gym shoes after awhile. The nurses said I must have walked for miles. Such irony that we picked the name long before the labor. I suppose if we have any more children, I'll have to be more careful when I pick out the name. Regardless, he is a joy. He has been the most wonderful laid back little boy I have ever seen. Sweet and calm. He lets his sister love all over him and doesn't cry when she nearly smothers him. He loves his mama and laughs at his dada. He is so much better than we could have ever imagined. We love our Miles and he has been more blessing than we deserve. Happy Birthday sweet boy of ours!

Maggie Rose Cutest Little Girl from Head to Toes

Maggie Rose. You turned 3 yesterday. Its hard to belive that you have been in our lives for 3 whole years. It seems like less time and more time all at once. We can't imagine our lives without you. You are beautiful, smart, funny, compassionate, caring, and loving. You are so best, and we can't wait to spend many more birthdays with you.

This is Halloween everybody make a scene, Halloween Halloween!!!

I seriously love my little ghouls. This year we went with theme costumes. Everyone meet Sally and Jack Skellingtion. Thank you Nightmare Before Christmas for the inspiration. We did end up going out and tricker treating. It was darn chilly, and sadly a lot of houses were not even giving out candy. But the ones that did. . . JACKPOT. People were even trying to get us to take candy for Miles. I politely declined. We also watch our good friends' Nicole and Josh's daughter Ella. She and Maggie ate special orange pancakes with sprinkles for Halloween breakfast. They took like two bites because they were too excited to play together. I tried to get a good picture, but it wasn't happening. So here are the pancakes.

They Say its your Birthday. . .

So, yesterday I turned the big 29, and officially began my last year in my twenties. I am not upset about getting older, but it hit me yesterday why people get depressed about birthdays as they get older. It is not the actually turning a year older that is depressing, its the fact that your birthday gets less important to other people as you get older. People inevitably get busier with their own things, and less likely to stop the world to celebrate your birthday. This leaves you alone and wondering where everyone went. My birthday was not the best ever, but it could be worse. It could be much worse. And today, the day after is. I am faced with a little boy with a bad cold and diarrhea, probably from the drainage from the cold. On the other end of the spectrum I have a constipated little girl, again. The fact that it snowed this morning only serves as a reminder of the pending arrival of winter. I just can't wait.

Milesy Boy

Miles had his 9 month check up this past week. This kid is a chunk. He is in the 10th percentile for height but the 50th for weight. He is a bit ahead of the game for standing and such. He got a shot but didn't even flinch. He was too preoccupied by the fun noises the paper makes when he kicks his feet. I love my baby boy and he is getting so big. I can't believe he'll be a year old in about 2 months. Yikes! Where did this year go? I can't believe how cute he is either. I'm posting a recent pic to go along with this update. My adorable sweet boy.

Elusive

I know that new posts on this blog have been elusive. But so has sleep at our house. In the interest of not falling over, I have tried to pare down my extracurriculars. I'm sure that when Maggie's bad dreams are done, she will sleep better. I'm sure when Miles learns how to lay back down after standing up, he will also sleep better. I was loading new videos from our camera onto the computer and I stumbled onto an adorable oldie but goody, as well as some newbies. I hope that you enjoy them

Sing, sing a song, sing out loud

First, I must apologize for a delay in posting. Its been far too long. Between my crazy busy work schedule during the getting ready for school hiring frenzy and my old computer crashing, I just plumb ran out of time.

As anyone who follows our blog knows, my daughter is extremely verbal. She LOVES to talk. To anyone who will listen in fact.

Lately, Maggie has found her singing voice. I think she loves to sing more than talk, surprising though it may be. I will briefly list her repetoire.

1. ABC
2. Baa Baa Black Sheep
3. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
(All of you smart people know that this is the same melody with different words. Maggie has also realized this. She makes me sing Baa Baa Black Sheep, daddy sings Twinkle Twinkle, and she sings ABC's. It makes for a rather loud car ride.)

4. Boom Boom Pow also known as Boom Boom Boom by the Black Eyed Peas
(I love when she says "they try to copy my swagger." I have recently videoed her singing the song, but I need to get a better version of it before it goes live online.)
5. Old McDonald
6. B-I-N-G-O
7. Sentimental Heart by She and Him
(Most of you have probably never heard of this song, but YouTube it or something. Gorgeous song.)

In addition, Maggie has begun making up songs for no reason. For example, Miles has a song for when he is fussing in the car. It goes something like, "Miles Jay, you are fine. Don't worry. You're ok. Stop being crabby."

She has a song for eating, "I am eating breakfast. It is good. Yummmy." and then it morphs into Sentimental Heart.

She and Him also do a version of, "You Really Got a Hold on Me." Maggie enjoys this song and it often morphs back into ABC's when she gets to a point where she no longer knows the words.

There is truly nothing like the voice of a small child singing. It brightens my day and renews my patience when I'm starting to get frustrated!