Tuesday, October 14, 2014
I know I sound like a broken record, but seriously, I love watching these two! They make each other laugh and drive each other nuts.
I'll often hear S telling Pato that he should go to timeout, and then he turns around and yells at her. And THEN they both come running to me. One in tears because he doesn't want his sister to send him to time out, and she's crying because he just won't listen to her. Annnnnd, there may be a toy car being thrown at someone's head in there.
But, then there's the times they lay on the floor and line up all the cars. And sometimes when Pato is frustrated with something, big sister will say, "Mama, he just doesn't want that. You should leave him alone."
I took these pictures the other day. I had planned on taking a picture of them holding their pumpkins, but immediately S put hers on her head, and instructed Pato to do the same. They laughed and laughed about it, and I decided these shots were much better than any other shot I was trying to get anyway.
It makes me so happy to know these two will always have each other. I love our times together, but I look forward to seeing THEIR times together.
I predict those times will be filled with lots of silliness, definitely a fair share of button-pushing, and hopefully lots of love.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
I took these while we waited for S to get out of her music class. It's one of the few times during the week that I get one-on-one time with my little Pato. The few minutes after his class ends and we just talk and play...or go for a walk outside like we did today.
It reminded me that there are a few things I don't want to forget. Little things that would probably escape me.
Like how every time I sneeze, he stops everything and says, "Sess you, mama."
Or how this afternoon he kept pointing out every bug he saw. "Moooore bugs, mama!" (Yes, he adorably ends a lot of sentences with "mama" when he's talking to me.)
He also kept answering me with, "I can't!" I asked him to throw something out for me...."I can't!"
And lastly, when it was his turn to repeat notes back to his music teacher today he would just look up at me, then at her, then slowly and loudly exhalaaaaale.
Little monkey cracks me up.
See ya later, September!
I'm actually a little sad to see you go. I decided a couple years ago that September took the spot for my favorite month. Doesn't everyone have a favorite month? That's a thing, right?
Anyway...I came to this conclusion because I feel like September is like opening a really awesome present that you've been waiting so long for. Been waiting all summer for, to be more precise. September means you can get ready for boots, and leaves changing colors. And pumpkin everything. Summer has finally decided to loosen its grip around here, and if can feel my heart singing (note: my heart, not my voice sings. I'm a terrible singer. My heart....well that thing sings every song from the Amy Grant Christmas album once the weather dips below 70.)
This month brought a lot of fun to our little circus. A trip to D.C, pumpkin picking (that'll be its own post if I can get my act together), lots of time outdoors, and doctors check-ups. Pato is quickly catching up to big sis, and will outgrow her in no time. As our beloved pediatrician put it, "She's built like mama, and he's built like dad."
September is also a big birthday month in our house, with balloons and cake and a disgusting amount of sprinkles taking over at the beginning and end of the month.
September, you old girl, you were so good to us this year. It was the break and breath of fresh air that I needed. I'm feeling more on track than I've felt in a while.
Hey, October...I'm ready for ya. With a bag of popcorn and ready to watch the entire Gilmore Girls series. (Thank you, thank you, Netflix. Bless you!)
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Love is...sharing your last bit of apple juice.
And that's saying a LOT coming from this girl. They don't get juice very often, so when I hand her some, it's like, "STOP everything right now while I drink this juice!"
Today we took the scooters to CW, and they rode in circles, pointing out every fallen leaf. Well, that's an exaggeration. But, they DID point out every pumpkin on display.
"Mom! Let's go this way! We're going on a 'venture!"
"Mama! Bumkin! Bumkin! 'nother bumkin!"
Fall is starting to show her glorious face around here, so I won't even complain that at the end of the day, the inside of my purse looks like I threw it in a forest. A stick, a rock, or a leaf collected from my kids always finds its way inside. I should probably learn to say no.
But, I can't. I'll miss those little treasures in my purse someday.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
People warned us. We had heard of the "terrible two's" but we also heard a lot of, "Oh, wait till three!" I have to admit, two with this girl was close to heaven. Her language exploded, and now she is just a little adult. She speaks really well and has intricate ideas and questions. SO many questions! I can hardly keep up. But, along with that has come some more sass, and some more, "But WHYYY do I have to do that?!" Some days are rougher than others, and I've had to keep my patience in check daily. She's doing a lot of growing, and I think C and I as parents are growing as well.
She has also started to come up with the absolute sweetest things, as well. S is such a passionate and caring little girl, and sometimes, she just has more feelings than her little body can hold.
Lately, in an effort to delay bedtime (now that's another hassle) she likes to hear stories about when she was in my belly. I've told her about how I would place my plates of food on my belly and watch her kick it off from inside. She likes that one. I've told her about how mama was just so so tired in the hospital when she was born because we spent a long day waiting for her.
But, the other night, she asked me a different question. Our conversation went like this:
S: Mama, before I was borned I was in your belly?
Me: Yup. You were in there.
S: So...Pato was right next to me?
Me: No, he wasn't in my belly just yet.
S: So, I was borned first?
Me: You were! But, Pato came soon after.
S: And then it was his turn in your belly?
Me: It was.
S: (silent for a bit) I'm so glad Pato was borned.
When I told C this story, we talked about how she has no memory of what life was like without her Pato. I kind of really like that. Because he's always just been there. An integral part of not just our family as a whole, but an integral part of HER life. She doesn't treat him like a baby, and we think she thinks they're mostly the same (even though she knows they're not the same age.) I am so grateful for these two babies.
And, girl. I'm SO glad he was borned, too.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
One of my favorite girls, Casey, recommended this place to us, and I still can't get it out of my mind. She is my London girlfriend who was present at the infamous "Notting Hill Incident." I was determined to replace that memory with a really good one, and this place was just the ticket.
So, I promise I don't typically take pictures of everythinggg I eat. Okay...maybe some things. But THIS! I of course got the mango lasi, because I can't ever pass one up. They added cardamon to theirs, and now I'm sure I have to make it myself and add in allll the cardamon. It was a great take on the typical mango lasi because it gave it just the perfect amount of spice. And that other delicious looking thing was the smashed spicy avocado toast. You know when the worst part of a meal is that it actually comes to an end. Yeah, that happened.
At the time, I was entirely too full to try out one of these meringues, but I wasn't too full to take a picture of them :)
Cooking classes are offered here, and if I lived in London, I'd love to take one.
After brunch, we walked over to the Kensington Palace Gardens. I've said it before, but we really lucked out. The weather was so incredible our entire trip. I remember this day being even a bit warmer than I would have preferred. Not having to lug around coats was a total game changer on this trip. (On a side note...I've been asked by a couple people to share my packing tips, so I'll hopefully get around to that in another post. I packed for ten days, and all I brought was a small backpack (with room to spare for souvenirs) and an overnight bag.)
Two Euro posts in one week? I may be able to do this after all.