{Happy Fourth Birthday, Little Bird!}

Dearest Little Bird,

Wow! Four years old! I swear this year has flown by, both in time and in the changes that have come across you. In this past year, perhaps the biggest change is that all the "baby" has dissolved out of you. You are entirely a "kid." The way you walk, talk, sit, hold a pencil, run, jump, play and more--all of this attests to the fact that you have truly left behind your baby and toddler years and are forging ahead toward "kid"dom and adolescence. You are a little miracle, every day. I won't lie; there were some tough moments in the past year between the two of us (for you and me), but I think we've both come through it for the better, and I love you all the more for it. I'm far from a perfect mommy, but if your sister taught me how to be a mother, you have always taught me how to be a better mother. Sometimes that's hard (on both of us), but in the end, I'm grateful for the challenges.

I'm so excited about who you are becoming. One thing that still holds true for you is that you are SMART. This past year, you've started sounding out words and can even read simple books on your own and love to sound out the words on signs as we drive and point out familiar words like "pizza" and "stop" and "off." You ask questions that surprise me, questions I assumed a three-to-four-year old would be too young to think of. But you are a thinker. You are interested in the things around you, the way they work and the "why" of them. You ask "why," but not in the endless, annoying way so many children do. You ask it thoughtfully, and I can see the wheels turn in your head while you listen to the answer. I try to respect this part of you and never say "because." I'm honest when I don't know, and I work hard not to dumb down answers too much for you or simplify them because it would easier for me (like when you ask questions about where babies come from and what happens when we die).

You love learning facts and memorizing information. Dinosaurs are currently at the top of this list. You know an extensive list of dinosaur species, more than I knew existed before your interest was sparked. When I call one a triceratops, you may correct me with, "No, no. No. No, mom. It's a styracosaurus." (I love the way you make corrections by saying no so many times, as though each is a separate sentence.) You love to go to museums, and even watch documentaries on TV about pre-historica and monster trucks. You lean towards non-fiction books on our library trips, unless of course they have to do with Halloween, as you also seem to have a penchant for the macabre, which you've surely inherited from your mother. I love the way you can pour over a book. You don't talk out loud about a book you spend time with, or make up your own stories. Instead, you stare intently and look deeply into the pictures. Every book must hold so much for you, and whether you are spending time alone with one, or having a book read aloud to you, it is an enveloping experience; your expressions and involvement (with movies or TV shows too, at times) is so much fun to watch. You experience deep empathy with the characters and it shows.

You absolutely love preschool. At the start of your third year, you were still attending "Toddler Lab" and I could tell you were bored witless--you'd simply wander from activity to activity and sometimes watch the other kids. Now that you've moved up to preschool, there is a whole new excitement. You are jealous of your sister's five-day-a-week schedule, and really lament those Tuesdays and Thursdays when she gets to go to school and you have to stay home. I think because of preschool, you've also recently started to be more interested in art and coloring. You still don't have a lot of patience for coloring pictures, and often tell me to finish them, but your attention span for them has definitely gotten better. You're now at the age that you are making friends. In preschool, you've made a few each semester, and I like to ask you about them. You tell me they are your friends because "we always sit together, always next to each other" or because a certain kid "says funny things and laughs with me." I think, based on what I see and hear from your teachers, that you may be gifted with leadership. Of course, you are so little, but you are coming into your own and seem to like to get others involved in your world and passions. Your imagination and ability to direct play is large--you've been well trained by your sister--and you are good at bringing other kids into that world of play with you.

You wonder. I love when you wonder and imagine out loud.

You are a thinker, but also a "feeler." You experience emotion more profoundly than many kids do, I think. I can also see the beginnings of empathy taking root. For now, your default emotion is anger--it comes out when you are scared, hurt, frustrated, ashamed, tired, hungry, or mad. But you are also (finally!) learning to curb that anger, to control it and express the real emotions behind it. I believe part of this is my finally understanding how to better parent you. Some of the rough spots between us this past year have been growing pains from my not knowing your emotional needs. Love and its expressions are your strongest motivator, and shame is what cuts you most. I work hard now to discuss your behavior with you in private, to work on your and Squirrel's arguments separately, and to try to empower you when you are visible to others. We both have work to do. I am still too short tempered and sometimes push against your anger instead of modeling meekness, and you know the buttons to push. (Recently, when you're mad about completely unrelated issues, you've cried out, "I'm never going to church with you again," which seems a rather insightful punishment for a three-year-old to inflict on his God-fearing parents.) And you are still quick to place blame on others when things don't go your way. Through this past year, we have both really worked, and it shows. Your anger melts away much more quickly, you have learned to give heart-felt apologies, and have learned that more than one emotion is possible. What were once explosions with screaming or hitting a few months ago, are now expressions of mitigated anger, such as, "Mom, I still love you, but I am feeling really angry right now!"

For however quick to anger you are though, you are also quick to forgive, quick to express love, quick to calm my troubled mommy heart.  When, for your fourth birthday, I presented you with this cake, you gasped, and exclaimed, "It's sooooo BEAUTIFUL! Wow! How did you make it SO beautiful??" You are by far my "snuggliest" child. You like to cuddle up. You tell me I'm the "best mommy ever" or the "nicest mommy in the world" and that I make the most delicious food (oh, how you will learn...), and that I'm your "special girl." These words, and the dreamy, sweet looks that accompany them are the very best part about being your mom. You come and stroke my face, hold my hand, or curl into my lap and release all the troubles of your complicated little life, and it feels like forgiveness for my misgivings washing over me. We make mistakes together, and in the sweet, quiet moments we share, we atone together.

One of the best surprises of the past year has been not just your deepening expressions of love for all of us, but especially for your new baby brother. I expected your sister to be the one who jumped up to help and who doted incessantly on him, but you have filled that role remarkably as well. You are my best helper and you also adore your baby brother. You coo and talk in babyease with him; you roll on the floor with him; you share your toys; you sing him songs and work so hard to make him laugh. He is such a blessed child to have you for a big brother. It is a role I was worried about you filling, but which you have taken on completely in stride. And he adores you right back. I love the way the two of you interact. Perhaps my favorite part of the day (even though it sometimes comes too early) is when you and your sister come into my room each morning, full of excitement to see the baby and coo and play with him.

You are funny. You're a little goofy, a little crazy, sometimes downright nuts and wild. I love this about you. You can make me guffaw with your wit and silliness. You say things that make me burst out laughing, partly because you have a great sense of humor, and partly because the words you use seem just a little too big for you. I love watching you dance. You are not particularly a show-man, which makes it more fun to see because you dance just for you. When you rock out, you do it with soul and meaning, eyes closed. Your favorite dance is probably the robot; you have some wicked robot moves. The one song you will always dance to or play air guitar with is The Black Eyed Peas' "I've Gotta Feeling" (which you call "The Green Guy," thanks to the album art that appears on the iPod).

You cannot be compelled to do anything you do not want to do. Perhaps the most frequent example of this is the fact that you categorically refuse to sing in group settings with your peers. At nursery singing time, you sit with your arms crossed scowling. The same goes for preschool circle time, when you are perhaps supposed to be marching in a circle or pretending to be an animal. Get back to the lesson, and you are happy to comply. Sing in a group? Not likely. So unlikely, that in the rare instances it has occurred, your teachers sought me out to tell me excitedly that you sang! This stubborn streak is sometimes the cause of some head butting around the house, but I can see it will help you be who you are meant to be, so I try not to quash it altogether.

You are just your own person. I love every little angle of you. I love the way you are such a kid, and yet you are still my little boy. I love those big brown eyes. I love your mood swings, I love your warm little body climbing in my bed still most nights (though I'm not crazy about the kicking and bed hogging). I love your huge expressions. I love the way you think. I love the way you love your siblings. I love your stubbornness and your deep desire to be a helper. I love the things you learn every day.

This year, you love dinosaurs, monster trucks, Cars and cars, reading (Little Critter and Elephant and Piggie and anything to do with spooky monsters and ghosts), trucks and tractors, superheroes, church, your brother and sister, and mom and dad, Dr. Pepper (you're always sneaking mine, and it's part of my motivation to keep trying to quit), candy, macaroni and cheese, apples (you will literally eat 3 pounds of apples in 2 days...you are very regular), wrestling, yelling, riding your bike, the library, Halloween, Jesus, and yourself (you say so sometimes, and it makes me happy for you)!

I'm so grateful you are mine and for the sweet little soul that is you! Thank you for being an amazing kid and helping me learn more every day! I love you, my sweet, handsome Little Bird!

All my love,
Mom

The Grasshopper is SIX MONTHS OLD!

How can this be?

How can my tiny, precious, heart of my heart be half a year already? Soon half a decade and then half a century...

It's only a half birthday, but it's his first one, so I think I will write him a letter anyway. I hope you enjoy it.

Dear sweet little Grasshopper,

Oh, I love you so! I can hardly believe you are six months old, and yet it seems at times to me that I've had you for all of eternity! I can barely remember a time that you weren't here. You have brought us so much happiness and joy in your short sweet little life. You have this smile that just makes me laugh from deep, deep, deep down. You have this funny little dimple in your chin, off to the side, under your mouth. I love it, and yet you categorically refuse to let it be photographed. I hope it sticks around for always. When you smile, your eyes crinkle, just like your daddy's do. Really, there is so MUCH of your daddy in you. Sometimes I laugh for joy and fun just because I see so much of him when I look at you. He's not as baby-faced as he once was, but sometimes I look at you and see your baby-faced daddy from his college days, and it just tickles me to know that you may look so much like another great man I love so deeply and who loves you so deeply too.

You are so very happy. I know people think all babies are happy, but you, you really are! You don't hardly ever sleep (oh, how many a woman has said something along the lines of, "Oh, I can put him to sleep. Give him here!" and then had to admit her defeat...) but even without it, you are not cranky or ornery. You love to giggle and movemovemove. As your nickname suggests, you are a jumper. I think you jumped in the womb...and still do it all the time! In spite of your distaste for sleep, I can occasionally get a few things done because you have been known to bounce in the jumper for close to an hour at a time. I thank you for this. (But seriously...start taking naps. They are rad and some day you will wish back all the naps you ever wrestled your way out of...)

You possess a near-constant need to be talked to. Although, I will admit this need is decreased significantly since you were very tiny and have developed the ability and desire to explore the world around you. However much you wish to explore though, you will stop everything if someone will talk to you. You study faces SO intently, and are getting to the stage where you don't have the ability, but I can see the desire, to mimic expressions and facial movements. Your brother and sister adore this quality in you and have probably spent what amounts to days in front of your face, talking, giggling, and making silly faces to get reactions out of you. They are truly happiest when they can make you laugh.

I love our nursing relationship. It's just recently reached that stage where I can call it that--a "relationship." Before, it was pretty much just you eating, but now you look for my hand to hold, or stop eating to study my face and smile at me. You pause to share a giggle or watch until I turn my diverted attention back to you. Nursing is so full of sweet moments that were so easily forgotten with the older two, and I am so grateful to have this connection to you. Even though there are times I'd give just about anything for a little more space between feedings, I always enjoy being close to you and am grateful for the special bond we have at this age.

You are, as I said, beginning to explore. This is your first little stage of independence. and you enjoy it fairly confidently. You are rolling everywhere now. You get all over the living room, though you cannot always choose your direction completely reliably, sometimes reaching for an item and find yourself rolling away instead of getting it in your grasp. You are |thisclose| to sitting up on your own--you have an excellent model pose/lounge position going on. You've been trying to get up on your knees, but still can't get them under you. I think (thankfully) that crawling is at least several weeks out.

Right now, your favorite things are peek-a-boo, being tickled, "This is the way the ladies ride," Open, Shut Them," and crumpling/shredding paper. (I think when you giggle sometimes in your sleep, you are probably dreaming of having free reign to tear up everything in a paper factory.)

You remind me in many ways of each of your siblings at this age--you look so very much like your big sister, you fight sleep like she did, and the endless motion and jumping are so like her.

Like your brother was, you are happy, happy, happy, and have a smile that just lights the whole world.

You are totally yourself too though--you are a bit more pensive than the other two. I love watching you observe people and objects with this perfect, curious expression with a little sucked in bottom lip. (I try so often to capture it in a photo, but have thus far failed.) You are also always attentive--even between tickle attacks in a tickle session, you will stop smiling and look very intently to assess what's happening around you. I am so looking forward to see what that thoughtfulness turns into as you grow older.

I love getting to know you better every day. I feel so privileged to have you here in our home. I love every tiny thing about you. Thank you for coming into our family and for the exquisite joy you brought along! Thank you for expanding the love we had in our home bigger than I could have thought possible.

I love you my sweet little Grasshopper!

All my love,
Mama

{Four Months Old!}

My little grasshopper is four months old! It amazes me how quickly he grows. Everything is fleeting, and it is so hard for me to focus on what he's doing and enjoy it. He is such a sweet baby though. He loves to talk and coo, jump in his jumper and play and bat at the toys above him on his play mat. He's also started doing his crunches quite regularly.

It's amazing that such a short time ago, he was just a wiggly little lump. Now, he seems easily twice his length (though I know it's mostly from uncurling), definitely is twice his weight, and is becoming a little person.


Here are just a couple of quick shots I took of him to commemorate four months. He melts my heart with that big goofy grin!

Some photos of the new guy!

These are a little (like over a month!) late, but I was super awesome and set everything up just perfectly two days after getting back from the hospital for a giant mug of water to be dumped directly onto Rob's computer. Needless to say, the computer was toast. Very expensive toast, and thank heavens for insurance! Anyway, we're only just back "online" and so I was only just able to upload the photos.

And thankfully, my husband still loves me (probably because I'm the one who makes sure the insurance gets paid every month).

My little grasshopper is growing so quickly! He's already ten pounds, and too big for all his "preemie" sized clothes. So even though it's only been a month since taking these, it's amazing to me how totally different he already is.

{This kid's hands are his best friends--we couldn't see his face in the ultrasound because they were over his face the whole time, and even now, he always wants them near his face or in his mouth.}

{Sweet smiles!} 

{All my babies!} 

 {Proud Daddy!}

Anyway, nothing great, since I did them myself a week post-partum (and have don't have my photo-editing software back yet), but at least they capture his teeny-tininess! 

To my son, on his 3rd birthday....

Dear Little Bird,
Three already? How can this possibly be? I will probably say it every year as long as I live, but I simply cannot understand how time moves so quickly and how quickly you change into a bigger someone than I knew just the day before. How can I write all that has happened in the last year when my memory is so weak that it tells me with certainty you were swaddled up in my arms just moments ago?

Hmmm....how shall I describe you at your third birthday? You are...complicated. I really do enjoy this about you, because it means you are turning into a little person, and not just a baby or a toddler. You have traits that make your personality round and complete, and it often makes me wonder what you will be like when you are grown. To list the traits that (at present) most come up when describing you, I would say (in no particular order) you are: funny (hilarious, really), imaginative, ornery, delightful, intelligent, sympathetic, stubborn, determined, resourceful, pensive, deliberate, charming, and affectionate. (Though I will also add that the inadequacy of this list is really striking.)

I am sometimes surprised or delighted (or driven to the brink of my sanity) at the way you can so quickly change moods. When you and I don't get along, it is almost always because one of these mood swings has overcome you.

If you learned the power of your will before your second birthday, you learned the power of your voice this year. You have learned to sass, and how! Let me say here that many people, myself included, have been impressed by how well you speak, and how well you have spoken since you began. You are ahead of your peers, the charts that say what you should do, and ahead of where your sister was at this age when it comes to your expressive language. Like most two and three year-olds, you experience frustration from time to time. This happens for any reason from not being allowed to do or have something you want, to being overcome with large emotions like sadness or pain. However, unlike most two and three year-olds, you have a rather refined vocabulary at your disposal to use on me for expressing anger, telling the reason for your sadness, and trying to convince others why you are "right."

Again, while I am grateful for the gift of language you have, I am not always grateful for it's outcomes when my two year old can expressly tell me why he should be able to do something, or how he categorically refuses to be disciplined in any way. Sometimes I am delighted by your expressions of emotional depth, and at others even a little concerned. (Happily, there is still plenty of humor to be found in these instances, such as the time you told me while traveling back from Phoenix and stopping at a McDonald's for Happy Meals, "Actually, Mom, I would prefer a Sad Meal."

Or when you looked your Dad squarely in the face with narrowed eyes after he informed you that spitting was inappropriate and told him, "You are not my father." While I smothered my laughter at your far too advanced assault, he simply cocked his head and said, "Hmmm...I thought I'd have a few more years before you started in with that one.")

On the positive side of the language skills, I absolutely relish the conversations we have. You have started to ask why and how things happen, and unfortunately I usually give you answers that are too complicated. This is good though, because then I get to hear your magical explanations of why the clouds really move, or why the sun comes out in the day (it's afraid of the dark). You have also been telling stories for a while now. Your stories have plot and character, and usually are full of Halloween-type characters like witches and monsters and "ghosties." (You love "spooky" stuff and spend all your time at the library each week looking for the books with the Halloween stickers.) You have also entered one of my very favorite periods of language development, the "I wish" stage, where you will randomly tell me things that you wish you could do, like be a racecar, or go back to Disneyland and "ride that rocket ride." I love this insight into your thoughts and imagination.


























You know your letters and most of their sounds. You love mixing up letters and telling me what they "spell." You can count higher each day. You like to draw and paint and have discovered the apparently deep satisfaction that comes with using a pair of scissors (so far only on paper and some clothing, but I'm certain your or your sister's hair will find its way between the blades all too soon...). You run, you jump, you climb stairs, you throw and kick balls, ride a bike, fly like a superhero, fall, and wrestle. Sometimes you punch or bite. Often you "karate" and sword fight. This year, you have learned (and take enormous pride in) dressing yourself, how to climb on the countertops, how to use the toilet (though, as in many things with you, sir, I have learned that your ability to do something and your willingness to do so are very often not aligned), how to play with children your own age, and how to stand up for yourself.

You are sensitive. If I snap at your behavior, I can see you melt like a popsicle in summer right before me. If you are hurt, mommy kisses almost always remedy the situation immediately. You sleep hard, making up for all that hard play and big emotion: we must never wake you from a nap, because to do so awakens an antagonizing dragon-child. If we let you wake on your own, even if the difference is minutes, you are snuggly and pleasant and cheerful.

This year, you love Cars, space, dinosaurs, cooking, Charlie and Lola, monsters and ghosts, reading, rough-housing, your sister and baby brother on the way (whom you yell to in my belly), your daddy, and the great outdoors.


And, as always, what I love deeply this year is you: your growth, your charm, your humor, your intelligence, your all-consuming smile, and even your obstinance. You are simply you, and I wouldn't have it any other way, my sweet, hilarious, complicated, boy.

All my love in this year and forever,
Mom

The rest of Disneyland...

Phew! I am done checking in all 209 of my new boys. They are super fun and enthusiastic. But now that check-ins and our welcome meeting are over, I am looking a little more forward to the slow life.

I have to admit, there were a few times I teared up while visiting Disney, whether it was while seeing the joy on my kids' faces as we watched the parades go by, or the excitement of getting their "1st Visit" pins. As silly as it may sound, there is something so wonderful about seeing your kids experience what they see as magic, and experience pure delight. Here are some of my favorite photos from our trip. I am sure there are way more than there ought to be, but I hope you enjoy!

Our beach trip day one:

Can you tell who her best friend in the world is?