I continue to have the honor of joining a few other mamas in a blog circle. Each month we write letters to our sweet babies. When you’re finished reading mine, click to read Holli’s post. Keep reading the letters and following the links, and you’ll eventually come full circle, back here.
Oh my babies. Let’s all take a breath. Daddy’s lawn business is in full swing, and we are feeling it. We are being blessed by it, but we are feeling it. I should mention, he is feeling it too. This means a lot of time with your momma in the evenings. It means lots of one-on-one with you Gunnar with Nora on my hip. It means fulfilling your crazy snack requests, my Fin. It means cereal and sandwiches for dinner. It means being ok with watching movies long before bedtime to just sit. It means being ok with being behind in every single thing outside of my full-time job. It means putting down my phone in the evening when normally I might be answering ladies’ questions on what shade of LipSense to send them when I hear a new message come through. It means being still and enjoying our time together. It’s been exhausting, but surprisingly a true blessing. We believe in going after our dreams. We believe in working hard. We want you to know you can do anything. It’s hard work taking on something new in our already crazy chaos, but we will cheer on your Daddy! And, then crash as soon as we can at the end of the day.
Gunnar, what’s been on your radar this month you ask? Well, only Russell Westbrook working hard to beat the current single season triple double record. You know his stats from the previous game. You know his stats during the game…where he’s at, how many assists he’s shy, number of points. You are probably more aware than Russell himself. We watched the game on April 9th where he accomplished just that. We were at your Papa Craig’s house. We cheered hard when he made his last assist needed to Christon, who nailed the shot. Not surprisingly, he hit the game winner that same game with a crazy 36-foot 3-pointer at the buzzer. The whole house erupted. Holy moly, you were excited!!! You’re going to be equally excited next week when your Thunder socks and headband come in before a basketball party you were invited to happens.
We got to get away for a few days this month. Gunnar and Finley, you both had your suitcases packed a couple of weeks early. You love packing your suitcases. I sure am glad I went through them before we left. Gunnar, you had no socks, and Finley one pair of underwear. We went to San Antonio to a resort where your Daddy and I ventured to a few years ago, sans the two of you who were already around. The whole time we were there it felt like you should have been there. There were slides, kid’s pools, smores…so we decided to go back and bring you all with us. You guys were awesome in the car. Nora, you were a champ, which is hard to believe when you somehow manage to cry when Grammy takes you anywhere in the car. You see your car seat and your back-end rears out. It’s an automatic reflex. Car door opens, you see your car seat, you cry, your back-end rears forward, we restrain you with your car seat straps. It’s not as painful as it sounds. You’ve still got quite a time in it…you’ve got this. Pep talk over.
Once we arrived we were after it. Cold water means nothing to you kids. Nora hated it, but luckily there was a sand beach for us to play in and keep us busy. I’m not going to lie when I say it may have been my cop out to avoid the water in some situations. “Oh, I’ll just hang with Nora here. You guys go have fun.” I told your sweet Daddy. It only worked for a short amount of time. We hit the lazy river hard core. Over and over. Gunnar, you loved the slides, and Finley you were so excited you “learned” to swim again. We had smores every evening, and hung out on this big grassy area where you, Gunnar, managed to make about 20 new friends every night. You know no stranger. We played hard, and, Finley, you asked only about 10 minutes into our way home when we’d be there. Bless. Thankfully, we prayed for patience, a safe ride home, and Jesus delivered.
Finley, I would like to tell you that you candy is not a priority on Easter Sunday, but I would be lying. Your exact words, “I’m totally going to eat all that candy.” We put a stop to you dominating all of it quickly. We had a relaxing day with family. Your Aunt Terrie was in town. You all love your time with her. She’s the kind of person that makes you feel loved and warm and fuzzy inside. She has a presence about her. It’s like having Grammy x2 around, which is never a bad thing. Your Uncle Roger was there also, which was a nice surprise. We ended our afternoon with the girls inside relaxing, and the boys outside playing basketball.
Finley, you had a class party this month to celebrate Cubie. We won’t necessarily focus too long on why and what the Cubie party was about. I will brief you quickly because it’s funny. And, the idea of it is terrible for parents like myself to be held responsible for a bear shaped paper for a matter of months when you misplace things on a weekly basis that are meant for that week. That is downright wrong in my opinion. If it was to teach responsibility, we failed. Anyways, back to cubie. You didn’t quite understand the process of hibernation. We got Cubie a long time ago. We were to keep it somewhere safe and bring him to the cubie party. That bear is long gone. He was bad and was fed many times during hibernation because you were sure he was hungry. I have no clue where he went, but I am sure he is fed, happy, and still hibernating.
During you party, I got to hear your class sing. It was the one song I love to hear you sing most. It, of course, never disappoints with your hand gestures and expressions. The song is quite silly. I had heard you sing it many times, but it made more sense this time as Miss April took the lead. I can’t wait for you to get to see these videos when you grow. I hope you are just as vivacious and expressive as you are today. Girl, you love to perform. And, you still love to play our Christmas CD in the car. Lord, help us as we listen to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer all year long.
Nora, this month has been evident for revealing your personality. You have the BEST smile. All you see are these 4 big front teeth. Anytime I come to get you, whether it be to change your diaper, get your clothes on, or load you up, you run away and smile. You love to run. There is only one speed you now possess. You love your freedom. You love your dogs. They are who you are most excited to see in the morning. You reach your hand through your crib and let them lick your hand and grin ear to ear. Now, we’ll get to the not so happy part. Your fits. They are not fun. You do this somersault position without the forward roll part when you are angry about something. You just stay there…and let it be known you are not happy. If only you weren’t so darn cute…gosh, you are so darn cute.
One of my favorite times of the day is when I get you up in the morning. I put you on my hip and you melt into me. Your head goes onto my shoulder, and your right hand pats the back of my left shoulder repeatedly. It’s like you’re telling me, “You got this day, mom. You can do this.” And now, I am the one that truly melts.