HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYLAN

 

Dylan turned 11 years old today. WOW. The last 11 of year have flown by. It seems it was just yesterday I was a young girl finding out I was pregnant. I thought my life was over. Little did I know my life was just about to be born. Dylan and I learned together over the years. From the moment he was born I knew that even if I could not give him everything I could give enough love to get us through any situation or obstacle that was thrown at us. I can barely remember the disappointment in my dads eyes when he found out I was pregnant because the memory of the pride in his eyes when he held his first grandson has replaced that. . I spent 9 months wondering how I was ever going to be a good mother at only 19. I spent 9 seconds after I first laid eyes on him knowing exactly how I was going to do that. He was the most amazing precious thing I had ever seen. I instantly felt over joyed with love, hopes and dreams for this amazing baby that was just handed to me. Nothing else mattered I knew I would do whatever I needed to do to make sure this baby was happy and healthy. Looking back I would not change a thing . I was given the very best blessing anyone could ever ask for with out even asking. I remember leaving you at daycare for the very first time ever. Denise assured me you would be fine and I cried all the way to work wondering how you were ever going to make it through the day with out me. I shortly learned that you made it through your day just fine. It was me who had a hard time making it through my day with out you.
I remember Dad and I taking you to the bus stop on your first day of school. You were so confident with your little LL Bean back pack and Spider man lunch box. You stepped on that big bus and never looked back . Dad and I stood there until the bus faded away down the hill and walked back home hand and hand with tears in our eyes. You have never stopped amazing me since the day you were born. Your confidence and charm will get you very far in life. As you turn 11, you suddenly think you do not need me as as much..Good thing I know this is not true. . I want you to know that I am honored to have shared your first words, steps and all journeys with you over the past 11 years. I was amazed the day you were born and you have continued to amaze me every day since. I love you ........... Lets take the next 11 years a little bit slower then the last though please......... I will continue to be here for you every day even the days you do not want me here. Those will be the days you will need me most.


I will love you forever................I will like you for always. As long as I am living... My baby you will be..

 

April Vacation

 

Every year April vacation gets me so excited for Summer with the boys. This Summer is going to be the first Summer in 6 years that I have not been pregnant or had a baby. Will is going to be 2.5 this Summer. He will be the youngest but CLEARLY has no trouble keeping up. Dylan will be 11 this summer so I am wondering how helpful he will be with his brothers. I probably should not hold my breath for that. =-) This Summer with Mason is what hits me hardest when all the sunshine is gone and the fall returns. I will be sending Mason to FULL day Kindergarten. That thought breaks my heart. Full day is the only option we have. So I am going to try not to think about that over the next 4 months and just enjoy my boys. I love being a Sahm the most during the summer time. Winters in Maine can be brutal. We def. earn our Summers.......

and then it was Spring. KIND OF...

Well Spring is officially here in a few different ways. Def. according to the calender but not so much looking out my back door. =-) If I look our front I see a few small piles of snow and lots of mud but def. signs of spring. If I turn around and look out onto the backyard. I see about a foot of snow and a partial swing set. No idea why my snow melts so funny. I can sit here and complain or just be glad I can enjoy two seasons at once. =-)

Have not posted in forever Way too much going on. NO excuse though. I am back and intend to post more very soon.

WOW... he turned 5.......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Talking about starting school and Mason turning 5 seemed like something that was so far away in the future that it did not even seem real. However the years flew by and this past weekend he turned 5 years old. We celebrated his 5th party at my cousins house just outisde of Boston. She went out of her way and BEYOND spoil Mason. Her and her fiancee went all out for the kids Cake, presents, food. It was a blast. The weekend went by so fast that I had little time to reflect on the last 5 years. However I have spent the past week with tears of sadness and tears of joys thinking about how far he has come.
He made an early appearance into the world back in 2006. He had it all figured out. Since then he still surprises us daily with things he says and does. He is stubborn, strong willed, passionate and perfect. =-) He can put you in your place with out the blink of an eye. He can also give you hugs and kisses just when you need it most. He can melt your heart with his big blue eyes that seem to sparkle in any light. The thought of him going to school next year is something that I have not yet been able to stomach. It makes me ill to think about putting my little 37 pound 5 year old on the big school bus next year. He enters another phase of his life as he turns 5. One that I hope holds as many fun times and adventures as the last 5 years has held.
I had tears in my eyes the first time I held him and tears in my eyes when we put him to bed for the first night as a five year old. My husband picked him up cradled as you would an infant. He kissed him softly on the forehead and said this is how I held you the very first time and this is how I am carrying you to bed as a 5 year old. I lost it at the moment and my heart burst with love for both of them.

Baths, Bubbles and Brothers

 

 

 

 

 

Friday mornings always start off the same here. Josh and Dylan head out to work and school. The little two bounce around the house in their pajamas and play. They are so excited to be together since Mason has had preschool the past three morning. They beg and beg to take a bubble bath together. Each bath exactly like the last. They fill the time with all the toys they want to bring in and the ones they should not bring in. William always tries to invite the dog in the tub, and I ALWAYS remind him that we can not do that. The bathroom is soon filled with the giggles of brothers spraying each other with water and the smell of baby magic taking over the bathroom. I sit down on the edge of the tub, once again asking myself why on earth I would have gotten dressed before this, because I am going to end up soaked and changing my clothes. This never fails no matter how many times I sound like my mother by saying. " bath water stays in the bath tub" I often find myself sounding a lot like my mother these days. It makes me laugh because I know that some day the boys will be repeating these same bathroom rules to their own children and the fear will hit them that they sound like me. We add warm water a few times until they are so wrinkled that they look like little old men. I then have to talk them into getting out by bribing them with a morning snack. They both sit in front of the wood stove wrapped in their towels warming themselves. I love Friday mornings...... Of course there are many other baths that take place over the course of the week, but nothing seems like the Friday morning bath where there is no school to be at or errand to run and they just play so peacefully.

How many can you fit in one bed?

 

Well the question of how many you can fit in one QUEEN size bed has sure been answered at our house lately. Apparently the answer is One mom, One dad, a two year old and a dog in between. That is the top of the bed. Across the bottom you can add a 4 year old and a big black cat. YIKES. What a full bed that was. I did not get any sleep. Of course the rest of them snored loudly. Around 4am I was laying there kind of feeling grouchy as my legs was going numb from the weight of a 4 year old flung across it for the last 2 hours. I sat up to move him over onto his father and heard a little sleepy voice say . " love you mommy" as I layed back down in my tiny space the little two year old next to me let out the most peaceful sigh I had ever heard. It was then that I decided to appreciate the little things, that would be gone before we know it.