Daily Luke

23 Apr

Outdoor soccer started this week!  Lucas looooooved it.  This was right before things started with his best buddies from school


Ben of the Day

23 Apr

Well lookie here…

BenjaminPullingUpThis was quite the surprise on our “sick day.”  With no assistance from Mommy, Mr. Ben pulled himself right up to standing on our front stairs.  Milestone accomplished.  Nice job, bub.

Easter Onslaught

22 Apr

Easter’s over, but there are still so many pictures to share.  These holidays with all the components (egg hunts, dying eggs, bunny visits, basket reveals, etc…) could take over my posts for a full month!  Instead, I’ve got a complete slideshow of all the madness below for those wondering how we celebrated Easter (click to make them bigger).

Nine Months Old

21 Apr

Dear Benjamin–

Today we mark another milestone — nine months old, a moment that I always think best described as “living outside as long as you were in.” We could also be marking the milestone “Benjamin is sick again” since we had yet another call from daycare today telling us to come get you because of a fever — this is becoming quite the unwelcome trend between you and Lucas.  Let’s make today the last time we celebrate this particular milestone and move on to much more fun stuff, mmmkay?NineMonthsOld

You were frustrated this month, my friend.  And because of that, you were quite frustrating to us.  You want so desperately to be on the move independently, but you just haven’t put all the pieces together yet.  You transition quite smoothly from sitting up to all fours, and then you flop in a frustrated heap of “this is the worst, I’m stuck and I’m mad” drama.  There is screaming and big crocodile tears.  But more recently, there has also been some forward progress.  The loud and angry drama is finally accompanied by a resigned inchworming-crawl-ish-type-thing.  It would be an incredible lie to call it graceful.  In fact, you do everything within your nine-month old power to make sure we are aware that it is completely unpleasant and unacceptable that you are being forced to inchworm your way over to something.  You are quite sure that the better choice would be to have us hold you by the fingers and let you “walk” over to all the things — all of the things being specifically all the tiny little pieces of toys that your brother leaves laying around, and perhaps a few catalogs to chew on.  But alas, we force you to move and move you now can.  I spent most of the month thinking that you’d be skipping crawling entirely, but you may just surprise me yet.

You recently figured out how to sit yourself up from a laying position, and that seems to make a whole lot better.  Honestly, anything that would get you off of your belly makes life a whole lot better according to you.  According to me, this whole sitting up thing is a bit for the birds.  We had to lower your crib yesterday because you are awfully close to pulling up (and tumbling out), and now I have to impale myself on the side rail to get you out.  Even worse, if you are asleep while I’m trying to put you back in there, I have to drop your sleeping body a few inches because who can reach that low? It is awfully cute though to find you in there in the classic “I was sitting up and fell fast asleep so now I’m just hunched over” position.  NineMonths1

Benjarooski (blame your brother for that nickname, along with the ever popular “plosher”), you really don’t dig your bottles.  Bottles are for babies and you would much rather eat like your brother.  Veggies, specifically green ones, are your favorite.  We have to spoon ‘em in fast and furious.  You are now eating pancakes or waffles for breakfast, fruit purees for lunch and veggies for dinner.  You are a card carrying member of “Puff-Aholics Anonymous” and could sit endlessly as long as the puff supply is plentiful.  It’s time to move on to Cheerios and other finger foods, but your silly Mom keeps forgetting to buy them at the store.  Let’s make a deal – you stop getting sick and I’ll make an effort to get you a more diverse meal plan?

We have fleeting glimpses of a world with better sleep — usually coinciding with the fleeting moments of good health.  Otherwise, we still have regular overnight visitations and you make guest appearances in our bed more than once a week. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to sleep through the night and am super excited on the next morning when you’ve only woken up one or two times. There’s years ahead to sleep right?  I’ll keep telling myself that.

And while I may complain a lot that we’ve had lots of sickness and not a lot of sleep, more than anything we have smiles… and laughter… and sweet baby hugs with accompanying open mouth kisses.  We have a lot of happiness and so much love.  We have an amazing family and you are such an important part of it.  We are so glad to have had these nine months and cannot wait for all the months to follow.

I love you everyday.
Your Mama

9Months Details


18 Apr

An interesting conversation with Lucas this morning – he had quite a lot of insight into outer space and the existence of a phenomenon called “gravivy.”  Ahhh, the things they learn in school.

The end may be the best part though… you get an amazing example of his “Benjamin voice.”

Gigi’s Egg Hunt

17 Apr

Yup, blogging at 8:45 on a Friday night.  Because regularly schedule blogging this week has, yet again, been interrupted by illness.  I should have predicted it as a holiday is upon us.  Holidays… weekends…. hell, just regularly old work days, they are all reason enough for my munchkins to spike fevers, throw up, sprout pink eyes…. Never the less, if you are reading this, say a little prayer that this is a quick bout that doesn’t spread from Lucas to everyone else, and most importantly, that it’s our last round for quite some time!

But for more pleasant stuff…

These two went on an egg hunt at Gigi and Pop Pop’s house after last week’s half marathon.


They were old pros, scampering around the yard like little bunnies themselves scooping up eggs wherever they turned.  The rest of the gang looked on as they filled those baskets quickly.



And in the end, we tried (fruitlessly) to get a picture of the three cousins.  It went about the same as it has on previous attempts.

CousinsThat’s the best we got.  The back of Benjamin’s head.  It’s also the first picture we took.  Because, as you can see, Ben was robbing Mason of his eggs, and things quickly deteriorated.  I’ll spare you the photographic evidence.

We then attempted to get a good Easter shot of the brothers.  Here’s the best take:

BrothersYou guessed it, also the first picture of the bunch, because basket robbery immediately commenced and it wasn’t Mason losing his mind at that point.



Easter Egg Hunt

16 Apr

The thrill of the hunt…EasterEggHuntThey really hide eggs in tough places these days, huh?  I mean… honestly.  Can there be any degree of difficulty to it?  You may think that this was the “little kid egg hunt” and that it was meant to be simple… true.  It’s also true that the 7-8 year old egg hunt looked exactly the same plus a good bit more shoving and jostling.

EasterEggHunt2My favorite part of watching him hunt this year (and I use the word “hunt” very loosely) was the giant smile aimed at me after he picked up each egg.  He was utterly delighted that there was a field full of treat-filled eggs waiting for him to gather up.

EasterEggHuntSpoilsWe had to open the eggs immediately.  Of his 16 eggs nearly 14 contained gum.  Who made that call?  Are there parents out there giving their three year olds (or 2 year olds, since this was the 2-3 hunt) gum?  Are we that curmudgeonly to be denying him the great delight of chewing, likely swallowing and choking on, gum at this age?  Regardless… he was content to trade me at home, 14 pieces of Double Bubble traded for one Dum Dum and a mini bag of Skittles.  That may have been a bit curmudgeonly if I’m being honest, but he was thrilled.

Besides, everything paled in comparison to the time spent upon the giant Bunny’s lap.  Delighted.  Thrilled.  Enraptured.  I, on the other hand, was a little disturbed at the bunny’s apparent nuzzling of his ear.



15 Apr

We are very proud this week — proud of our running Daddy, Gigi and Uncle Brad.

Marathon-LucasThere were signs, and loud cheers.  Clapping and fist pumping.



Tim ran fast and strong, finishing at 2:02 — the 203rd person to finish; placing 35th in his age group (at 35 years old) — seems like some lucky numbers worth playing to me. He wanted to run at 10 minute miles – he did 9:20 minute miles.  We were so proud, and I’ve been so impressed to see him “recover” from the marathon with no complaints and little soreness.  He celebrated by helping us grocery shop that afternoon.  I’m confident that I’d be bedridden for weeks.  Way to go, Daddy.


Gigi placed an incredible 4th in her age category and rolled in at under 3 hours for the race with everyone cheering her across the finish line.  It was amazing to see her accomplish this goal.  GO GIGI!  Uncle Brad kept her zooming through the course and marked his fourth half marathon along the way.

Marathon-GigiBradWell done, runners.

Ben of the Day

14 Apr

Always wanting to stand…



11 Apr

Here’s Lucas’ rendition of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” — a song he picked up in school this week and I’m currently making him sing over and over again to revel in it’s cuteness.


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