May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness.
I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful,
and don’t forget to make some art —
write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.
And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
~ Neil Gaiman ~
We are in the throes of potty training in our house. I’m glad to say that it’s going very well. Of course with all these naked butts bounding around the house questions are imminent. The twins have known for a while that they are different. Ellie is a girl like mom and Marcus is a boy like Papa and Austin. The burning question now is WHY. So we have discussed parts as nonchalantly as possible but some words are apparently hard to get a three year old tongue to say. When Marcus asked if I had a ‘peanut’ (again) this morning I calmly answered “No, girls have vaginas and boys have a penis.” To which he squealed “I want a giant eye!” I almost fell off my chair from laughing. I’m convinced now that the cell companies employ toddlers for their auto correct team.
This is not the first thing that I have written to you nor do I intend it will be the last. Recently, one of my favorite authors posted a blog about his writing to his son, you can read it here, it prompted me to try and spend some more time doing the same.
The tricky part here is always how or where to begin. So I think tonight I will start with my eldest.
I know that right now you think that I am mad or unhappy with you. Untrue. You think that I didn’t enjoy having you and Fia here this summer. Also, untrue. I love you and Fia with all my heart and loved having you here. Part of me wants you here always so I can take care of you. But another part of me knows that you need to do your own thing now. I worry about you a lot. I don’t think some of your choices are the best – but I am making that determination from afar and with limited reliable data. I hope that you and Fia are thriving and happy. I hope that someday soon you’ll feel like you can come see me. You will always be my little girl… no matter what you do or who you are with (or what I think of them). Just don’t let anyone marginalize you or mistreat you or treat you like less than the beautiful girl that you are. Remember, Moms’ always love their daughters come hell or high water.
To my middle child… you have a frustrating sense of humor that I don’t always get and consequently I react in all the wrong ways. You remind me so much of my Dad or my brothers in some of the things that you say – it really makes me laugh and smile. You remind me of my Grandpa sometimes when I look at you. You and your baby brother have that image in common. Sometimes it makes me want to cry. I think a lot now about you going off to college, because I know you are smart enough to do it. I think how I just don’t know how I will do without you here. I’ve never told you this because I guess it was something that I didn’t want to admit or maybe that I thought would show weakness where I couldn’t afford it or maybe people would view it as selfish or wrong somehow. But the truth is that for the last 15 years you have been my rock… my sticking point… my inspiration. When I felt things were at their absolute worst you always brought me back from the brink. I’m sure you never realized it but you always grounded me. Maybe because it was only you and me in a sense… your Dad was never there and so you were 100% mine from day one and you gave me the unconditional love that I needed to keep going and I never had to share it with anyone. I’m not doing a very good job of putting it into words; just know that you are my light. I hope that when you are off making your way in the world you’ll think to call your Mom once in a while. I love you, Austina-ballerina. Now clean your room! (-;
Now we come to my second life and double-trouble. There are 12 years between you two and your big brother, whew! I had started writing a book of how you came to be and it is half finished somewhere here on my computer. Today though, my twin-kies, you are just three years old. You fill the halls with laughter and nonsense and everyone needs that in their life. I learned a lot about parenting from your brother and sister but not nearly enough to claim I have a clue. You both surprise me every single day with things you do or say.
My Monkey, you are the master mimic right now. And no matter how many times you do it, I will always laugh when you ask me if I am ‘ready to arm’. You are an unstoppable force and some days I worry that if you bump your head in the same place one more time you will have a permanent bruise! You tried to take your Gramma out with a hot wheel this summer… you’re definitely a little firecracker! You are loving and kind and full of hugs and kisses. And not unlike your big brother, when you think you’ve hit on something that gets a laugh you tend to repeat it a lot. You are my precious little man and I love you.
My Princess you are the queen bee of the hive around here and frequently run your big brother ragged. The other day you wanted something and I said I didn’t have the money and you informed me it was in my purse. When I said I didn’t have enough you said that we needed to get some more then. When I asked you where, you said to look in my pockets! You have a little head wag and attitude and that defies me and makes me worry about what kind of trouble I have to look forward to. You are smart and talkative – I love the way that you make up little stories when you are playing with your ponies and buffalos and other dolls. You play along with my silly jokes on your ‘stinky’ brothers which is great. You are a beauty who will break a million hearts and I love you!
That’s all for tonight. I will try to make a habit of this so all the unsaid things get said.
February 5th, 2010 (9 months + 21 days) 9-month Check-Up – Doc says they are perfect!
HC for Age
Wt for Age
Ht for Age
Wt for Ht
22 lb 5 oz
47 cm (18.5″)
19 lb 10 oz
45.8 cm (18″)
*HC = Head Circumference
Ellie is a crawling machine and Marcus is getting there. He can pull himself along pretty quickly with his arms, he just hasn’t gotten his belly off the floor yet. They are both walking along the furniture and pulling themselves upon everything. The are both getting a top tooth to go with their bottom two. Ellie is hell on wheels in her walker… nothing in her reash is safe! Marcus still only goes backwards but he grabs all he can reach too.
The both love pancakes and orange juice on Saturday morning. Ellie likes to dance and Marcus likes to sing. Austin has already worked out all the instruments they are going to learn so the three of them can have a band.
It’s hard to believe that they will be turning 1 in a few short months… geez, where did the time go?
Ellie and Marcus have been rolling and scooching for about a month now and recently pulling themselves up on their playpen wall and walking along it (for the last few weeks). Ellie is a bit further along than Marcus with getting into the crawling position but until tonight I’d only ever seen her go backwards. BUT… tonight Ellie crawled from the couch to her jumper (about 2 feet) and then later crawled across the playpen to get to me! So little Elle is officially a crawler!
Incidently, last weekend we had to lower the crib mattresses because I went in to check them and they were both standing, thankfully on the inside rail, just chatting it up and having a good time. Tonight, Ellie stood up in the crib and pulled down part of the mobile — so those are gone now.
My little monkeys are starting to get mobile, watch out!!