Last Year - 2/17/12

"I never saw blue like that before, across the sky, around the world. You've given me all you have and more, and no-one else has ever shown me how, to see the world the way I see it now. Oh I, I never saw blue like that before. And it feels likes now, and it feels always, and it feels like coming home." Never saw blue like that by Shawn Colvin.

This has always been a favorite song of mine. I thought I knew exactly what it meant the first time I really looked into Travis' eyes. Such a different shade of blue and such a brighter better outlook on life.

Three children later and a quick snap of to cold little boys wrapped up in a blue blanket after crawling out of their bath and my heart and mind went right back to that Shawn Colvin song. Their eye's haven't been enhanced with photo shop, the blue black just happens to be just the right shade to make them pop and everything that song meant to me changed. Seeing life through Travis' eyes was amazing, and I had never seen blue like it, but seeing their blue eyes looking up at me in this picture I can honestly say I never saw blue like that before...and it absolutely feels like home.

One big SISTER and two little BROTHERS

Do you know the problem with having a girl first? Besides the obvious of just not having any idea what to do with a boy when he comes as everything about the tiny little thing is different. While a girl knows that tip toeing while you spin makes you a ballerina, a boy instantly know the noise a car makes, that mud is a boys best friend, and if you can point it it must be a gun that goes bang. That adjustment takes many moms want to pull their hair out, but somehow you think it will get easier. Well let me tell you it doesn't/ 
I'm a little surprised that I wish that my boys were a little more boy like a times, but with an older sister that they worship everything she loves the love. Yup she has put them in dresses, painted their toe nails, put clips in their hair, etc... (all without permission and with a stern talking to after) but the boys don't care because Sydney loves them.  She wants to play baby dolls, or barbies, oh course if sissy wants to do it then it must be to cool to pass up.
Why am I ranting about this? Well it could be because I am laying down with my two boys for a bit of movie time so that Sydney can have some daddy time. What movie did my two little boys pick out?????

 

That's right I'm laying here watching a Tinkerbell movie with a 6 year old and a 3 year old BOY. Sometimes I think a little Dirty Harry might not hurt them at all. ;-)

She's Syd the Kid

While reading to Sydney last night we were going through a pretty tough patch about someone we cared about dieing.   Well she is sitting on the edge of my bed hugging her pillow trying not to sob as she hugs her pillow and rocks back and forth. As the roughest patch ends she goes to wipe her eyes and suddenly all I see is her feet sticking straight up off the floor and no Sydney.  She was a little closer to the edge than she thought and when she went to wipe her eyes she lost her balance and over she went. It happened so fast I didn't have time to see anything other than her legs and feet sticking straight up from the floor. Naturally as a concerned and caring mother I burst out laughing. It's okay eventually I was able to ask if she was okay, and it turns out that she was fine. Just so in shook at what had happened when I peeked over the edge of the bed and looked down at her, her little confused face only sent me into harder laughter. Ah my Sydney, there are days I wonder who's daughter she is, then at moments like this I can proudly say, she is definitely mine.

I'm Taylor and I'm THREE

This is my first post since Taylor's title can not longer be I'm Taylor and I'm Two.  Holy smokes. When did that happen? Worse it is now 2013 which means in 6 months it will be I'm Taylor and I'm FOUR! I don't think our last kid should be able to grow at the normal rate. I think if it's your baby it should take twice as long for them to grow, keep them littler for longer so that you don't have baby cravings!  Anyway this post is supposed to be about my Tay, not about my surprise over the title change, so here we go:

I made monkey bread again the other day. It was sitting in there on my kitchen counter, the warm gooey bread sending out it's delicious aroma through out the whole house brought all four of my kids (this includes my daughter's BFF Zoe who was spending part of winter vaca with us) up from the basement to see what I had pulled out of the oven and when could they possibly have their larger than fair share of it.

It was Taylor who first worked up the courage to quit standing there staring at it to come and find me and in his sweetest most endearing buttering mommy up voice asked "Please may I have some monkey bread?"

I wan't about to be fooled by the voice, the batting doe eyes or even for that matter the prayer like way he was holding his hands as he stood there waiting for the answer. Putting on my best confused mommy face I said "I don't know, are you a monkey?"  Well let me tell you this brought on some deep thought.  I mean I could see the wheels turning, the gears grinding, the poor hamster running for all it's worth behind his eyes. To admit he was a monkey was out of the question, but to deny it might mean he didn't get some monkey bread. What to do??

Finally it was like a light bulb went off and he gets a small smile and looks me right in the eye and says: "I'm sorta like one." That answer won him his monkey bread.

I'm Taylor and I am TWO!

Two and A half - Author Unknown

Hold him a little longer

Rock him a little more

Tell him another story

(you've only told him four)

Let him sleep on your shoulder

Rejoice in his happy smile

He is only two and a half

For such a little while!