Terrible-Two's Ain't Got Nothin on Three

Tuesday, October 21, 2014



Oh, my girl. You know how people talk about the terrible two's? Up and down I said, "Whatchu talkin' 'bout?! Two is the BOMB!"

Okay, maybe not in those words exactly, but pretty close. I loved two with her! She could speak in full sentences, which was awesome because we no longer had to play the guessing game with her. She was eager to do little things for me (like grab a diaper for me from Pato's room) without asking, "Whhhhhyyy?"  

We are now over a month into three...and basically we're pros around here at this three thing. Basically.


And now I get it when people said, "Forget two. No, wait till three!" Three is where it's at, folks. And by IT, I mean the fact that my toddler is now a full fledged little person with thinggggs. Opinion thinggggs. Emotion thinggggs. Whine-y thingggggs. And saying NO to lots of thinggggs. In the words of S herself: "draaaaammmaa!"

Dress c/o Little Hip Squeaks
It's something I'm getting used to. Having a little one who observes all and has an opinion on all things. I feel like I'm re-learning mom things daily. Just when I thought I had my groove down...bam. Time to step back and re-evaluate. Just when I thought I was doing okay on the patience meter, I realized that I could always work on it some more. More and more often I'll find S upset about one thing or another (ie. she doesn't want her her hair up OR down, she wants breakfast but doesn't want anything we have in the house, etc.) and more and more often I've found that I need to close my eyes, take a breath and ask, "Sweetheart, do you need a hug?" She almost always says yes, and thank goodness because part of me really really needs that hug for my own sanity. 

I'm writing this not to complain about my daughter, but to admit that I'm not a perfect mom. I have times where I just open the door and beg my kids to play outside so I can have a few minutes of quiet time. And my kids are not perfect either. The beauty of life is that none of us are perfect, and that's kind of a great thing. 

I'll give this professional three year old some credit though. When she kneels down and says her personal prayer every night, she always prays for everyone she loves. She prays for her cousins, her aunts and uncles, her primary teachers and for our family. Today she prayed that, "Heavenly Father will help us take care of our bodies." She loves having "family-meeting" (FHE) every week, and always wants to give the lesson. She has the biggest heart.

So maybe she's a little extra whine-y lately. And maybe sometimes I would rather rip my hair out than hear another second of it. But, when I hear my little girl's heartfelt (and wiggly) prayer, I know I have a best friend at my side. She and I will do this growing thing together.

I just hope I can keep up.


Pumpkin Hats

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.  

Pato Snippet

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. 

September Farewell


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!) 

Love is...

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. 






She Says: Being Borned

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.

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