Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Eli's Favorite Flash Card
Ian's fabulous Godmother, Jessica, gave him a set of Dr. Seuss flash cards as part of his birthday gift. As Jessica says, she is determined to make sure Ian is the smartest kid in his class. (This is why I love Jessica.) We have been working on the flash cards quite a bit because there are only 12 cards so you can go through the deck quickly before interest wanes, but they are double sided so there are still many different things to drill Ian and Eli on: colors, shapes, textures, letters.
Early on, one particular card caught Eli's eye. When he first told me what the picture was, I thought that I had misunderstood what he said, but when I asked him again, he gave me the same answer. I thought maybe it was still a fluke and decided I would see if he was still giving the same answer in a few days. Well, it has now been a couple of weeks, and Eli is still giving the SAME answer so he must believe this really is the right answer. Here is the card.....
Cole has always told me that I have a very skewed idea of what I look like. Personally, I think I know exactly what I look like. Maybe it's a slight case of Body Dismorphic Disorder; I don't know. What I do know is that Eli must have inherited this bizarre trait, because Eli is CONVINCED that ol' Lorax is HIM! That's right. Eli thinks this is a picture of him. Every single time I have asked him about this picture, he has pointed, smiled, and proudly announced, "Eli!" Lord have mercy, I do not understand what goes through that child's head.
Friday, August 12, 2011
The Capers of Ian
Last Friday Ian turned three. It was a bitter sweet day. He is SO much fun right now, but I'm so sad that the time is passing so quickly. I wanted to have a day full of fun and allow the boys to do things they aren't usually allowed to do. I would say we had a very wonderful day, and it went a little something like this.
Ian woke us all up at the normal time, 6:20 am, but he was content to hang out in his room for about twenty minutes before he was ready to escape. I went into his room singing "Happy Birthday" with much gusto. When I finished he said, "Oh, mom, that's so sweet to say it's my birthday!" I then had to explain that I wasn't pretending; it really was his birthday.
While Cole changed Eli's diaper and got Ian out of his Pull-Up and into his skivvies, I ran to the store. I needed tape to wrap Ian's birthday present (I know; I'm a bad mother since it wasn't wrapped already), and while I was there I grabbed a bag of Hostess Chocolate Donettes so Ian could have a special birthday breakfast.
When I walked in the door the boys were ready to eat! We eat first thing in the morning around here, and you don't mess with the eating schedule. Cole held their attention with Ian's gift from his Godfather, Kenneth, and I snuck into our room to wrap Ian's gift. I could hear "Wow!" and "A new tractor!" coming from the living room, and I couldn't wait to give Ian his next gift.
I walked down the hall, and was met in the kitchen by the boys. I handed Ian his next presents (two!), and again he told me how sweet I was. (Little charmer) Ian unwrapped a dense foam bat and ball first. He was so excited. Next, he opened a tee-ball tee. Of course, he had no idea what this was but was still super excited. While we were assembling the tee, he picked up the empty box, which was about the same size as a pizza box, looked inside and asked, "Is there a helmet in here?" I had to laugh. He hasn't quite figured out the concept of something "fitting" into something else.
I served up bowls of Donettes. Cole had to take a pass. He didn't feel like going to work with chocolate wax plastered to his teeth, I had four, Eli didn't like his, and Ian loved his. However, the idea of going outside to play was way more appealing than eating Donettes, so we were in the yard playing tee-ball by 7:30. I have video of this inaugural game, but it's pretty ugly. The majority of the video is Eli showing his back side. He was screaming and yelling, throwing himself to the ground, and demanding turns. When it wasn't his turn he would run up while Ian was getting ready to bat and run off with the tee. It was not his finest moment.
We continued to play in the yard for the next couple of hours, and then Ian proudly announced, "Mom, look! I'm peeing in the grass!" I whipped my head around, and sure enough, Ian was peeing in the grass. The only problem was, he didn't pull his pants down first. Oops! I got him cleaned up, and we went right back to playing.
Eventually, it was time for lunch. While I prepared lunch, the boys played tractors in the living room. Ian was playing with his new Cat Wheel Loader from Kenneth. Silly me thought all was well, and then I heard Ian sobbing uncontrollably. I came to assess the situation because things can get kind of sketchy when the boys are unsupervised. Ian was kneeling in front of the couch, looking directly at his new tractor and bawling. He was finally able to explain to me that he had broken his tractor while we were playing outside. This, of course, was not true. It takes the boys a good two days before they are able to break a die-cast model. This particular model is articulated so there is a pivot point in the middle of the tractor. No matter what I said, Ian would not believe me that it was supposed to be that way, and so, he continued to cry for THIRTY straight minutes. He even cried through his "happy birthday phone call" from Aunt Tee-duh. That's when I knew the situation was serious. I finally called Cole and asked him to talk to Ian because Ian thinks that Cole's job is to look at dump trucks all day so he should be knowledgeable in Ian's eyes. Cole was finally able to talk him down, thank goodness!
As the afternoon progressed, the boys wore down and their behavior became less and less desirable. I decided it was time to rock and read with Eli for nap time and went back to his room to close the blinds and curtains. When I walked through the kitchen I saw the actual cause for Ian's better mood. He had gotten the bag of Donettes at some point and had eaten the chocolate covering off of fifteen, yes, FIFTEEN Donettes and then tossed their uneaten centers into a bowl or back into the bag. I don't know why I am still surprised when I make discoveries such as these, but for whatever reason, I am.
We met Cole after work and went to Toys 'R Us so Ian could spend his $3.00 gift card from Geoffrey the Giraffe. He had been talking about buying a new guitar for days, but we had to shop quickly because Prissy was in the car. Don't freak out, it wasn't that hot outside. Ian proudly told the girl at customer service that it was his birthday, and she outfitted him with a birthday crown and balloon.
We let Ian walk around and look at everything to decide what toy he wanted to buy. This was a good idea for about three minutes, but then he found a display train table, and........that was the end of the shopping. We couldn't get him to look at anything. Any time we asked him to look and this or that he would say one of two things: "I can't. I don't know how." or "I can't. It's too hard." Oh, geez. Eventually, we just had to make him choose and walk to the register. On the way to the register, however, he saw something different and changed his mind. He ended up purchasing a remote control train. It's very cute and very loud, but Ian is very good at driving it. He held it up on the drive home so the train conductor could see out of the car window, too.
That night we stayed at my parents' house, and of course, Ian LOVED having all of that birthday attention from Nina and Papa. The only problem was as soon as Ian saw my dad's guitar standing proudly by his chair, Ian had buyer's remorse (yet another reason why I know Ian belongs to Cole) and no longer wanted the train and wanted a new guitar instead. Lucky for us, Aunt Tee-duh and Travis bought him one for his birthday!
We had an AMAZING birthday party, which I will write about in a different post, and just an all-around great weekend celebrating Ian. Anyway, watching Ian and Eli play with all of these new, exciting, flashy, rumbling, talking toys made me realize how well everyone knows the boys. They were all able to buy the perfect gifts. There wasn't a single "dud" gift in the whole mix, and while the noise level of the toys seems to rise with every passing birthday, I still enjoy watching all of the fun those new toys bring. I hope that when my birthday rolls around that someone is able to fulfill my birthday wishes as well as Ian's were fulfilled. I don't need anything flashy or exciting, I'll leave that to the boys. My deepest desire is to have another healthy year watching the boys play and grow. But, a great pair of earplugs could be really nice, too.
Ian woke us all up at the normal time, 6:20 am, but he was content to hang out in his room for about twenty minutes before he was ready to escape. I went into his room singing "Happy Birthday" with much gusto. When I finished he said, "Oh, mom, that's so sweet to say it's my birthday!" I then had to explain that I wasn't pretending; it really was his birthday.
While Cole changed Eli's diaper and got Ian out of his Pull-Up and into his skivvies, I ran to the store. I needed tape to wrap Ian's birthday present (I know; I'm a bad mother since it wasn't wrapped already), and while I was there I grabbed a bag of Hostess Chocolate Donettes so Ian could have a special birthday breakfast.
When I walked in the door the boys were ready to eat! We eat first thing in the morning around here, and you don't mess with the eating schedule. Cole held their attention with Ian's gift from his Godfather, Kenneth, and I snuck into our room to wrap Ian's gift. I could hear "Wow!" and "A new tractor!" coming from the living room, and I couldn't wait to give Ian his next gift.
I walked down the hall, and was met in the kitchen by the boys. I handed Ian his next presents (two!), and again he told me how sweet I was. (Little charmer) Ian unwrapped a dense foam bat and ball first. He was so excited. Next, he opened a tee-ball tee. Of course, he had no idea what this was but was still super excited. While we were assembling the tee, he picked up the empty box, which was about the same size as a pizza box, looked inside and asked, "Is there a helmet in here?" I had to laugh. He hasn't quite figured out the concept of something "fitting" into something else.
I served up bowls of Donettes. Cole had to take a pass. He didn't feel like going to work with chocolate wax plastered to his teeth, I had four, Eli didn't like his, and Ian loved his. However, the idea of going outside to play was way more appealing than eating Donettes, so we were in the yard playing tee-ball by 7:30. I have video of this inaugural game, but it's pretty ugly. The majority of the video is Eli showing his back side. He was screaming and yelling, throwing himself to the ground, and demanding turns. When it wasn't his turn he would run up while Ian was getting ready to bat and run off with the tee. It was not his finest moment.
We continued to play in the yard for the next couple of hours, and then Ian proudly announced, "Mom, look! I'm peeing in the grass!" I whipped my head around, and sure enough, Ian was peeing in the grass. The only problem was, he didn't pull his pants down first. Oops! I got him cleaned up, and we went right back to playing.
Eventually, it was time for lunch. While I prepared lunch, the boys played tractors in the living room. Ian was playing with his new Cat Wheel Loader from Kenneth. Silly me thought all was well, and then I heard Ian sobbing uncontrollably. I came to assess the situation because things can get kind of sketchy when the boys are unsupervised. Ian was kneeling in front of the couch, looking directly at his new tractor and bawling. He was finally able to explain to me that he had broken his tractor while we were playing outside. This, of course, was not true. It takes the boys a good two days before they are able to break a die-cast model. This particular model is articulated so there is a pivot point in the middle of the tractor. No matter what I said, Ian would not believe me that it was supposed to be that way, and so, he continued to cry for THIRTY straight minutes. He even cried through his "happy birthday phone call" from Aunt Tee-duh. That's when I knew the situation was serious. I finally called Cole and asked him to talk to Ian because Ian thinks that Cole's job is to look at dump trucks all day so he should be knowledgeable in Ian's eyes. Cole was finally able to talk him down, thank goodness!
As the afternoon progressed, the boys wore down and their behavior became less and less desirable. I decided it was time to rock and read with Eli for nap time and went back to his room to close the blinds and curtains. When I walked through the kitchen I saw the actual cause for Ian's better mood. He had gotten the bag of Donettes at some point and had eaten the chocolate covering off of fifteen, yes, FIFTEEN Donettes and then tossed their uneaten centers into a bowl or back into the bag. I don't know why I am still surprised when I make discoveries such as these, but for whatever reason, I am.
We met Cole after work and went to Toys 'R Us so Ian could spend his $3.00 gift card from Geoffrey the Giraffe. He had been talking about buying a new guitar for days, but we had to shop quickly because Prissy was in the car. Don't freak out, it wasn't that hot outside. Ian proudly told the girl at customer service that it was his birthday, and she outfitted him with a birthday crown and balloon.
Not the best picture, but he looked SO cute!!!!
We let Ian walk around and look at everything to decide what toy he wanted to buy. This was a good idea for about three minutes, but then he found a display train table, and........that was the end of the shopping. We couldn't get him to look at anything. Any time we asked him to look and this or that he would say one of two things: "I can't. I don't know how." or "I can't. It's too hard." Oh, geez. Eventually, we just had to make him choose and walk to the register. On the way to the register, however, he saw something different and changed his mind. He ended up purchasing a remote control train. It's very cute and very loud, but Ian is very good at driving it. He held it up on the drive home so the train conductor could see out of the car window, too.
That night we stayed at my parents' house, and of course, Ian LOVED having all of that birthday attention from Nina and Papa. The only problem was as soon as Ian saw my dad's guitar standing proudly by his chair, Ian had buyer's remorse (yet another reason why I know Ian belongs to Cole) and no longer wanted the train and wanted a new guitar instead. Lucky for us, Aunt Tee-duh and Travis bought him one for his birthday!
We had an AMAZING birthday party, which I will write about in a different post, and just an all-around great weekend celebrating Ian. Anyway, watching Ian and Eli play with all of these new, exciting, flashy, rumbling, talking toys made me realize how well everyone knows the boys. They were all able to buy the perfect gifts. There wasn't a single "dud" gift in the whole mix, and while the noise level of the toys seems to rise with every passing birthday, I still enjoy watching all of the fun those new toys bring. I hope that when my birthday rolls around that someone is able to fulfill my birthday wishes as well as Ian's were fulfilled. I don't need anything flashy or exciting, I'll leave that to the boys. My deepest desire is to have another healthy year watching the boys play and grow. But, a great pair of earplugs could be really nice, too.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Ian Is Three!
Holy cow! Is it really birthday time again? Yep, unfortunately it is. I can not believe that Ian is three today. Every night, after the boys are in bed, Cole and I talk about all things Ian and Eli. We could do it for hours. Even while we were on vacation for our anniversary we constantly talked about the boys. Every other sentence was, "Oh, the boys would love this," or "Can't you just see Ian/Eli doing that!" or "Gosh, I wish the boys were here so we could go _____." Cole and I were absolutely, positively meant to be parents. We love it more than anything in the world, but with our kids, who wouldn't love being a parent?
Ian was the best baby on the planet. The day he was born, EVERY member of our immediate family plus our close friends, Grant and Lindsey, came to the hospital. Everyone was so happy to finally see Ian, and he was born happy! And other than our second night in the hospital when he was starving because he still couldn't latch on, he was three weeks old before he really had a crying spell that lasted more than a minute. Ian was a dream baby. He ate well, slept well, pooped well (thank you breastmilk), and was always happy. I remember cheering him on when he was learning to roll over, sit up, crawl, and then walk. Other people thought they had the best baby in the world, but they were wrong. I did.
When Eli's due date was just around the corner, I was worried about how Ian would handle becoming a big brother. He had some, ahem, "jealous tendencies" when I held other babies. Sixteen-month-olds don't understand, "Don't hit the baby's soft spot!" I was so concerned that two babies would just be more than I could handle. I was almost right, but not because of Ian. Ian was an incredible helper at just 16 months. He would get burp cloths out of Eli's dresser drawer and pick up dropped pacifiers and toys. He was an amazing helper, and an incredibly wonderful big brother who Eli admired from the time he could focus his little eyes. I have always been so proud of every aspect of Ian.
The past three years have gone by in the blink of an eye, and as much as I hate how quickly the time passes by, I LOVE the stage we are currently in. We are well on our way to being completely potty trained. Hallelujah! Diapering one child instead of two is SO easy and fast! I had forgotten how much easier it is to only have one hienie to diaper. (At this time I would like to recognize Fisher Price, the makers of Trio building blocks: the perfect motivator for potty training.) Ian is so polite and has the kindest heart. He will comfort Eli when he is upset because he can't stand to see anyone crying. He shares and takes turns with his little bro. He doesn't always do this willingly, but it's getting better all the time.
One of my favorite things about this age is all of the funny stuff Ian says. Ian is HILARIOUS! Everyday he says or does something totally off the wall, and I just crack up. He is a fan of the "Skippy Jon Jones" book series. For those unfamiliar with Skippy Jon, he is a Chihuahua who thinks he is a Siamese Cat. Since he has been potty training and wearing skivvies instead of diapers, we have been calling him "Skivvie Jon Jones." He likes this name and also refers to himself as "Skibbie Jon Jones." The other night I made pancakes for supper, and of course topped them with syrup. About half way through dinner Ian looked down at his syrupy fork and hands and as serious as can be said, "I'm a Sticky Jon Jones." Of course, Cole and I just laughed and laughed and laughed. What a clever little boy.
He loves to pretend he is a talk show host, thank you "Word Girl." Weird, I know, but it is so cute! He will stand on a chair and loudly announce, "Welcome ladies and gemmelmen. Today is.......Aunt Tee-duh's birthday!" and then we have to clap while "Aunt Tee-duh takes the stage." By the way, Aunt Tee-duh is Tyla. Even though Ian has been able to say her name properly for a LONG time, she is so charmed by the mispronunciation that she prefers to be called Tee-duh by the boys, so we are keeping it going. His "talk show" mainly covers family birthdays which all seem to occur multiple times a year. According to Ian's calendar I must be nearing my 348th birthday. Being the classy little man that he is, he ends each and every show with a bow.
Ian's main love right now is "The Sandlot." He knows EVERY line to the movie, and while he is watching the movie he is acting out every scene. Everyday he is a different character from the movie, but his favorite is Benny "The Jet" Rodriguez. During every meal he acts out the scene in the tree house when Hamilton Porter teaches Scotty Smalls how to make S'mores. It doesn't matter what we are eating, he will make a stack of food, S'mores style, and eat it. When we go to the pool, each time we walk past a female lifeguard, he'll clutch his chest and say, "Oh, Wendy Peffercorn. My darling, lover girl." Whenever there is something, anything laying on the ground he will pretend it is the fence that squished poor Hercules and he'll yell to me, "Benny, help! He's hurt!" and together we will dramatically lift the object and save Hercules' life. You get the point; Ian LIVES "The Sandlot" or as it is known at our house, "Baseball Kids."
Ian is 100% boy! If I would set his bed up in the yard, hey, we have a fence, I would NEVER see the kid again. He LOVES to be outside, and he LOVES to play in the dirt. We have a collection of heavy equipment toys, Cat naturally, that stays in the garage so he can play in the dirt every single time we play outside. When he isn't in the dirt, he wants to be at the pool. He is such a little pollywog. When he isn't outside or at the pool and is forced to be inside, he spends his time creating elaborate, dare devil stunts that will surely give me gray hair within the next few years. He will jump off of anything and climb anything to find yet a higher diving platform. The worst part is that while Ian has some semblance of a mental, danger assessment center, Eli does not, and since Ian is Eli's hero, Eli follows along with whatever Ian is doing and then adds his own personal flair that should land us in the ER any day now.
And Ian is SO smart! When Cole and I got engaged the first thing people would say wasn't "Congratulations." They would say, "You guys are going to have the smartest kids!" I always thought it was kind of an odd reaction, but I took it as a compliment anyway. Ian is ridiculously smart. He has always been totally off the charts for verbal and cognitive development. It makes me so happy to see his face when he has mastered a new skill. He takes such pride in learning, and that is such a wonderful trait to have. He is always up for something new, and will gladly say, "Yeah. Let's do this!" whenever I suggest trying something new.
I have been head over heels in love with Ian since the moment I saw him. I loved him so much that I needed to have Eli because Ian was so saturated with love, that he just couldn't absorb any more and I didn't want that love to go to waste. I am so, so, so, so, so grateful that I have been a stay-at-home-mom and have seen every minute of his day since the day he was born. I'm not going to stay that every day was enjoyable, because trust me, there have been some rough days, but I can't imagine not knowing what he was doing for nine hours every weekday and getting just a few minutes of a recap from the sitter each afternoon. I am the biggest proponent of the traditional family. I encourage every single family to make whatever sacrifices you have to make to be a traditional family. You will NOT regret it!!!!
Ian has been the greatest addition to our lives, and the past three years have been more amazing than I could have ever imagined. I read a study one time that said being a parent does not make people happier. In my opinion, they must be doing it wrong. I don't see how you could not find your children's presence makes the sun shine brighter. All I know is that Ian is perfect, I have LOVED every second of the last three years, and I know the next 70 some years are going to be just as awesome! Happy Birthday, Ian!
Ian was the best baby on the planet. The day he was born, EVERY member of our immediate family plus our close friends, Grant and Lindsey, came to the hospital. Everyone was so happy to finally see Ian, and he was born happy! And other than our second night in the hospital when he was starving because he still couldn't latch on, he was three weeks old before he really had a crying spell that lasted more than a minute. Ian was a dream baby. He ate well, slept well, pooped well (thank you breastmilk), and was always happy. I remember cheering him on when he was learning to roll over, sit up, crawl, and then walk. Other people thought they had the best baby in the world, but they were wrong. I did.
When Eli's due date was just around the corner, I was worried about how Ian would handle becoming a big brother. He had some, ahem, "jealous tendencies" when I held other babies. Sixteen-month-olds don't understand, "Don't hit the baby's soft spot!" I was so concerned that two babies would just be more than I could handle. I was almost right, but not because of Ian. Ian was an incredible helper at just 16 months. He would get burp cloths out of Eli's dresser drawer and pick up dropped pacifiers and toys. He was an amazing helper, and an incredibly wonderful big brother who Eli admired from the time he could focus his little eyes. I have always been so proud of every aspect of Ian.
The past three years have gone by in the blink of an eye, and as much as I hate how quickly the time passes by, I LOVE the stage we are currently in. We are well on our way to being completely potty trained. Hallelujah! Diapering one child instead of two is SO easy and fast! I had forgotten how much easier it is to only have one hienie to diaper. (At this time I would like to recognize Fisher Price, the makers of Trio building blocks: the perfect motivator for potty training.) Ian is so polite and has the kindest heart. He will comfort Eli when he is upset because he can't stand to see anyone crying. He shares and takes turns with his little bro. He doesn't always do this willingly, but it's getting better all the time.
One of my favorite things about this age is all of the funny stuff Ian says. Ian is HILARIOUS! Everyday he says or does something totally off the wall, and I just crack up. He is a fan of the "Skippy Jon Jones" book series. For those unfamiliar with Skippy Jon, he is a Chihuahua who thinks he is a Siamese Cat. Since he has been potty training and wearing skivvies instead of diapers, we have been calling him "Skivvie Jon Jones." He likes this name and also refers to himself as "Skibbie Jon Jones." The other night I made pancakes for supper, and of course topped them with syrup. About half way through dinner Ian looked down at his syrupy fork and hands and as serious as can be said, "I'm a Sticky Jon Jones." Of course, Cole and I just laughed and laughed and laughed. What a clever little boy.
He loves to pretend he is a talk show host, thank you "Word Girl." Weird, I know, but it is so cute! He will stand on a chair and loudly announce, "Welcome ladies and gemmelmen. Today is.......Aunt Tee-duh's birthday!" and then we have to clap while "Aunt Tee-duh takes the stage." By the way, Aunt Tee-duh is Tyla. Even though Ian has been able to say her name properly for a LONG time, she is so charmed by the mispronunciation that she prefers to be called Tee-duh by the boys, so we are keeping it going. His "talk show" mainly covers family birthdays which all seem to occur multiple times a year. According to Ian's calendar I must be nearing my 348th birthday. Being the classy little man that he is, he ends each and every show with a bow.
Ian's main love right now is "The Sandlot." He knows EVERY line to the movie, and while he is watching the movie he is acting out every scene. Everyday he is a different character from the movie, but his favorite is Benny "The Jet" Rodriguez. During every meal he acts out the scene in the tree house when Hamilton Porter teaches Scotty Smalls how to make S'mores. It doesn't matter what we are eating, he will make a stack of food, S'mores style, and eat it. When we go to the pool, each time we walk past a female lifeguard, he'll clutch his chest and say, "Oh, Wendy Peffercorn. My darling, lover girl." Whenever there is something, anything laying on the ground he will pretend it is the fence that squished poor Hercules and he'll yell to me, "Benny, help! He's hurt!" and together we will dramatically lift the object and save Hercules' life. You get the point; Ian LIVES "The Sandlot" or as it is known at our house, "Baseball Kids."
Ian is 100% boy! If I would set his bed up in the yard, hey, we have a fence, I would NEVER see the kid again. He LOVES to be outside, and he LOVES to play in the dirt. We have a collection of heavy equipment toys, Cat naturally, that stays in the garage so he can play in the dirt every single time we play outside. When he isn't in the dirt, he wants to be at the pool. He is such a little pollywog. When he isn't outside or at the pool and is forced to be inside, he spends his time creating elaborate, dare devil stunts that will surely give me gray hair within the next few years. He will jump off of anything and climb anything to find yet a higher diving platform. The worst part is that while Ian has some semblance of a mental, danger assessment center, Eli does not, and since Ian is Eli's hero, Eli follows along with whatever Ian is doing and then adds his own personal flair that should land us in the ER any day now.
And Ian is SO smart! When Cole and I got engaged the first thing people would say wasn't "Congratulations." They would say, "You guys are going to have the smartest kids!" I always thought it was kind of an odd reaction, but I took it as a compliment anyway. Ian is ridiculously smart. He has always been totally off the charts for verbal and cognitive development. It makes me so happy to see his face when he has mastered a new skill. He takes such pride in learning, and that is such a wonderful trait to have. He is always up for something new, and will gladly say, "Yeah. Let's do this!" whenever I suggest trying something new.
I have been head over heels in love with Ian since the moment I saw him. I loved him so much that I needed to have Eli because Ian was so saturated with love, that he just couldn't absorb any more and I didn't want that love to go to waste. I am so, so, so, so, so grateful that I have been a stay-at-home-mom and have seen every minute of his day since the day he was born. I'm not going to stay that every day was enjoyable, because trust me, there have been some rough days, but I can't imagine not knowing what he was doing for nine hours every weekday and getting just a few minutes of a recap from the sitter each afternoon. I am the biggest proponent of the traditional family. I encourage every single family to make whatever sacrifices you have to make to be a traditional family. You will NOT regret it!!!!
Ian has been the greatest addition to our lives, and the past three years have been more amazing than I could have ever imagined. I read a study one time that said being a parent does not make people happier. In my opinion, they must be doing it wrong. I don't see how you could not find your children's presence makes the sun shine brighter. All I know is that Ian is perfect, I have LOVED every second of the last three years, and I know the next 70 some years are going to be just as awesome! Happy Birthday, Ian!
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