where's will?

We might have lost him if it weren't

for those blue eyes and pink lips.

splash.

Will, Charlie and I braved the splash park up the street yesterday.
Normally it is full of slightly trashy, slightly too big and old,
slightly not enough clothes on their mamas, slightly too little supervision,
slightly too little swim suit covering up their bums, kids.
Yesterday wasn't so bad and there were only about ten of us.
Will had a B-L-A-S-T.
Since the sun never even poked out he kept coming back
to me saying "mama, my chin is bouncin'!"
SO much fun.
Then it was time to leave.
An hour and a half past both of their naptimes.
Sob city. Scream city. Tantrum city.
Then he realized he HAD nicked his big toe
when he fell down the third time.
And "it hurts Wiiiiiilly (really)bad." sob, sob, sob.
"mama, I broke-ded my fuuuuuut (foot)" sob, sob, sob.
"It hurts wiiiiillly, wiiiiillly bad"....on and on, forever.

Then this morning after putting on his shoes,
he remembered that big toe.
And it was like it had just happened.
Sobbing hysterically.
"mama, it hurts WILLY, willlllly, bad."
"I need the medicine to make it feel better."
"I need some ban-bains (band-aids) and medicine."
"mama, I broke-ded my fuuuuuut."
"I need daaaaaddy. Why isn't daaaaaddy comin' home?"
(chris is golfing for the weekend)
Seriously, I hope your dad is coming home soon
because you must have inherited this wimp gene from him.

Maybe you'll play World Cup soccer...
you've got the drama when you fall part down.

charlie chuckles

Only your brother

or being out WAY past bedtime

can make you so delirious that

you laugh this hard...

we'll have to do it more often.

props

I'm not good at being overly mushy
but I must give props where props are due,
and Chris deserves big props in the dad
AND husband department.

I mean he's not perfect...
but perfect is boring, and not real
and he's THE REAL DEAL.
the bombdiggity
the big kahuna
our superdad.

He works hard all day.
Up early, home late
we don't even let him change his clothes before
we attack (dudes)
and sometime snap (me)
he grins and bears it.
he showers the dudes with kisses
and then heads straight out to play baseball
or legos or cars
or some other mind numbing thing
when all he wants to do
and deserves to do
is put his feet up
and take a deep breath.

I love him because he compliments me everyday.
he makes me laugh.
he makes a big effort to make me happy.
he watches the WORST shows on television.
he knows that if he is embarassed by something
on TV he shouldn't change the channel
because it is my favorite part of the show.
he does ALL the yardwork
and claims to like doing it.
he finally admits he likes romantic comedies.
he knows how to calm me down in ANY situation.

he's understanding.
he's calm.
he doesn't raise his voice.
he's handsome and (newly) skinny.
we've been together since we were 15
and married for almost 7 years
and I would still rather hang out with him
than anyone else.

we all know that he loves us because

he tells us every day.

the kids love him because he's fun.

he's never said no to playing with them.

he's the best book reader.

he buys them gummies.

he takes them to work with him.

he comes back each morning ten times

if asked for another hug and a kiss.

he doesn't put water in their juice.

he lets them watch movies before (instead of) bed.
he takes them to the driving range.

And, he's a sucker for one moment of sweetness

after hours of bad behavior.

thanks for all that you do...

we love and appreciate you!!

9 months and 9 days

9 lbs 9 oz on 9/9/09

9 months and 9 days old

it should be a good day.

actually everyday is a good day with you, Char.

you are such a smiley guy

and you make all of us around you happy.

you started crawling last week and are now a force.

you get into and eat everything you can get your hands on.

you are becoming more opinionated about what you want

and when you want it (which is now!).

you would be held all day if someone would do it.

you worship your brother and dad.

you favorite thing is emptying baskets that we fill with toys.

you still wake up once at 4 am, guzzle a bottle

with your eyes closed and sleep again until about 6.

you pull yourself up onto things and then fall over

and cry about 10 times a day.

you weighed 19 lbs 12 oz at your check-up.

you have a total meltdown at and 12:30 and 7pm...sleepy time.

you'll eat whatever we throw at you.

you LOVE the girls at the Y nursery and they spoil you.

you've started grinding your teeth and it creeps me out.

you are wearing you brother's 12 month summer clothes.

you protest when put in your carseat or stroller

for about 3 seconds then you're fine.

you cried at a stranger for the first time today.

we call you chubs, char, char-yee, bo's and chubby char.

we're lucky to have you little boy.

i am thrilled I get to see you grow up.

i'd love for you to stay just as you are forever

but know you'll only get better with age.

happy 9 month and 9 day birthday sweet boy.

we love you!

birthday mania

It's been 3rd Birthday mania around here.
Zoo party Saturday.
Family party Sunday.
Birthday day Monday.
I'm confident in declaring him a fan
of the world revolving around him.

green is good

"wook at my awesome new shoes!"

He's obsessed with these suckers.

He has a weird obsession with what shoes he will

and will not wear so I am just happy

I don't have to fight with him in the morning

to get them on.