we had a chance to take only the girls this week to Borders. it is fun to mix up the dynamics of our family when we can. you hear different things, notice different characteristics, appreciate personalities more and can enjoy each little person a little more. there was a moment when both girls were reading with me and listening intently to the story. as i was reading i silently prayed that this moment would be locked in my memory forever. i can’t really explain it but it just felt really special and i was filled with thankfulness.
1. HOF. Do these letters mean anything to you? Well around here that is all you see and hear about this week. Canton is the home of the Football Hall of Fame and this is Hall of Fame week. It’s the one week where there people actually plan to come to Ohio because there is a lot to do. This week we have seen hot air balloons and fireworks. Tomorrow Mr. Barela and I have a date night and I’m going to introduce him to the Ribs Burnoff. Can’t wait to see his face with the choices of ribs he will have. On Saturday we are taking the kids to the parade, something I grew up going to. Of course we will be bringing along some Dunkin’ Donuts to much on while we watch.
2. I love summer food. Strawberry short cake, corn on the cob, fresh veggies from the garden, grilled meat and lemonade. Ahhh it’s just all so good. And we have been having plenty of it. My belly is happy:)
3. This is Theia’s new stance. She’s has always been the investigator, wanting to know who, what, when and where. These days we often find her checking out new situations (because there are a lot) walking around in this pose. She is cautious and contemplative, taking everything in. With her little hands behind her back it just fits her perfectly and melts our hearts even more.
4. These girls just make us smile. Here they are kissing each other. They truly are best little buddies always looking out for one another. Although according to them they came from different places. Last night I said to them while they were in the bath tub “How did you get so cute? Where did you come from?” Theia replied with certainty that she came from God. Kaia on the other hand responded that she came from the garden. Hmmmmm? okay.
5. This little dude is quite the baseball player these days. He’s hitting with a real bat and real balls and he knocks them all over Grandma and Pa’s big yard. I’m not sure who’s more proud, Daddy or Mase.
1. Mason graduated from preschool this week. It wasn’t so much a graduation but more playing at the park and eating hot dogs and cookies and taking some pictures. None the less our first school year is done and I would say it was more than a success. He loved it, I loved it and even the girls liked going to school. I am so thankful for the preschool co-op we/God put together. Such a blessing.
2. The girls got tricycles for Christmas. Up until they have been pushed, pulled and a source of frustration. But as of this week both girls got the hang of pedaling. They cruise up and down the street now. You can tell they feel like “big girls” riding their bikes along side their big brother Mason who is zipping around them. It was such a gift to see the girls learn to ride their bikes before we left. Another good memory made:) Side note we really don’t make them wear helmets on these little bikes. I believe it’s a fashion statement.
3. Our neighborhood is the best. We will miss them so much. Here are most of the kids on our front yard after a fun night of playing in the street together. Ahhhh, I just love it!
4. The kids had a “Carly date” this week. Carly is one of the kids and ours favorite students. Mason calls Carly her his best friend. Sweet. The kids love her and she is in love with our kids. So it all works out nicely. She took the kids out to the park and for ice cream for one last special time. We will all miss Carly.
5. Well friends this is it. My last post out of Chico. Boxes fill our garage. Random but organized piles are everywhere. Ziplocs of all sizes filled with all kinds of things. Suitcases piled with summer clothes, an empty fridge and pantry. Yep, our time is done here. We are doing ok, tired and slightly overwhelmed but all things considering we are doing ok. So here we go!
Next time I’ll be writing from Ohio.
The girls were playing the other day. Pretending to have lunch together with their babies. As I watched from the kitchen I prayed this was a glimpse of the future. As I have many times before I prayed that in the future they wouldn’t just be sisters but the best of friends. That they would share the joys and sorrows of life over lunch someday. That they would always be a part of each others lives, have each others backs in times of need and be each others cheerleaders. As I watched them play I prayed that someday I would see the same thing again.
Yesterday the we took the girls to get their first haircuts. It was more like a trim to cut off the straggly baby hair. It’s quite possible that the trim is only noticeable to Brian and I. But none the less they had their first haircuts. Before I was a parent I didn’t understand why moms got emotional with their child’s first haircut. Really, it’s just hair? That is what I thought in my judgmental head. Then the day came for us to tame Mason’s thick head of hair. What really pushed us was when several people asked us what HER name was. Ok, guess it’s time to get the haircut! And there was me getting all emotional because my baby boy didn’t look like a baby anymore with his big boy haircut. Something similar happened yesterday as I watched my little girls change their looks just bit, closer to being big girls. Sigh. I know it’s bound to happen but it’s hard to let go of the little “babyness” they have left!
The girls acted just how we thought. Kaia is our little diva, girlie girl. She couldn’t wait to get in the chair. She sat very still, I think because she wanted her haircut to be just perfect. Theia asked a 1,000 questions and insisted her sissy went first. She needed more time to check out the situation and the lady with the scissors. Theia also sat very still but for different reasons than Kaia. She’s was very observant and skeptical of the whole situation. She held my hand the whole time for extra security. At the end both girls were very proud of their new “do’s”.
Here are some pics of our trip to the salon:
Having a snack while we wait for Mason to get his haircut. He’s pro, so we are taking notes.
I’ve been wanting to do this since the girls 2nd birthday. So without further delay…
the queen bee
loves books , her night- night and her baby
cries every time I leave her somewhere but calms down quickly
a wild woman when she sleeps- arms, legs and blankets everywhere
size 7 shoe
picky about certain things
looks out for her “sissy”
favorite book “Hungry Catepillar”
challenging in one moment
melts my heart in the next
reminds us a lot of Mason
favorite color is purple
starting to learn ABC’S
older but still “the baby”
her own person
loves grapes and mac-n-cheese
can take lids off & on things for hours
loves her night-night
starting to learn ABC’s
size 6 shoe
very particular about her sleeping habits, stays all cuddled up in her blankets
loves to do the shape box
loves girlie things
enjoys playing kitchen
favorite color is yellow
2 years today I excused myself from bed rest and took a car ride to the park to sit on the bench and watch Mason play.
2 years ago tonight I had a big bowl of chili made by Brian, Mason and I and some homemade chocolate chip cookies.
2 years ago I was more than uncomfortable, big as a house and overwhelmed with what was to come but at the same time felt a peace that could only come from God.
2 year ago I was so excited to meet my daughters and to start life as a family of 5.
It all happened so quickly.
My water broke, immediate intense labor, a 30 min car drive in the darkness, operating room and 2 babies born all within 3 hours.
Kaia Grace and Theia Penelope entered our lives and have changed us forever.
Tomorrow our girls turn 2!
~More to come on the birthday girls tomorrow.
Last night I caught some cute pics of the girls putting their babies in time out. I’m not sure what the babies did but Miss K took her baby to the designated time out spot and was very stern with her baby saying “No. No. No. You sit.” Yes, this does sound very familiar. I’ve heard myself saying it a lot lately for various reasons, multiple times a day. I’ve even had to make a second spot because often both of them have done something to each other and I can’t figure out what exactly happened therefore both little girls take a break. Thankfully I haven’t had to make a third time out spot. Let’s hope we don’t get there. There is a new feisty streak in girls that leads to pinching, hitting, pulling of the hair and biting. Not pretty. Most times it’s all resolved in a matter of minutes, fixed with an “I sorry , I give you” (translation= I’m sorry and I forgiving you) and a hug. But sometimes there is a stubborn side that comes out when an apology is no where in sight and not heard for awhile. Well in toddler time it’s a while. Stubborn. Stubborn. Stubborn. And who does this remind me of? Oh, how much would I love to say their Daddy? But no, it’s me. For as long as I can remember my pride comes roaring out when an apology is needed and saying two simple words…I’m sorry is so hard. To my credit I am getting better since I’ve had lots of opportunities in marriage:) But it’s still so hard. And I could use a time out myself from time to time.
Hopefully we are instilling the practice of humbling ourselves to admit our wrongs and the practice of giving grace at a young age that will last a lifetime. They are already passing it along to their babies so I think they are catching on:)