A few weekend’s back we traveled to Dallas for my niece’s first birthday party. In between a potty-training toddler and a nursing infant it took us almost 6 hours. Each way. It was totally worth it though as the party was fun and Charlotte is just the most precious little girl ever! I won her over quickly by a)sounding just like her mom and b) taking her to see the balloons any time she wanted. I know how to win favorite Auntie status.
On Sunday we took family photos for my dad to put in the Denton Benefit League Tabloid. What do you mean you have never heard of that? I don’t actually know what it is either, just that each year my dad buys ad space in it and it is THE paper insert that EVERYONE in Denton reads filled with photos of small business owners and their children/grandchildren. Ok well, I might have built that up a tad, but Lauren and I read it each year and see
judge how our high school friends have changed. I am serious. My mother mails it to both of us.
I am currently trying to convince my dad to just use a picture of the kids or one of all of us because unfortunately I am giant after having James a few short months ago and I sort of blend in when it is 8 of us.
How is my baby 3 months old? I don’t get it. Where has the time gone? Part of me feels like he has been here forever and part of me feels like he just arrived.
He is now 13 lbs and almost 24 inches long. He is a big boy. His eyes are holding blue and he hair is holding old man as well. We just adore him. He has started sleeping a bit more which has helped that adoration substantially.
It is like he arrived to fit perfectly into a space in my heart that I didn’t know was there.
I feel the 2.5 year age is so good and so bad at the same time. I have been describing my time in the afternoons/evenings with both boys the same way. There are some truly sweet moments where I have to grab my big boy and hug him, or laugh at the things that are coming out of his mouth. Then there are the moments where I want to yell “Why do I have all these children??”. And by “want to yell” I mean that I do. Well I don’t yell, but I do say it under my breath. Or in my closet.
But in general I am so in love with the original little Wall right now. Zach is still talking up a storm and I need to start taping him or at least writing down the things he says. Usually he delivers them in a very serious manner. Like when I laughed at something he said, he giggled and told me “I am funny, Mommy.” Or when I catch him imitating me (without realizing he is doing it) by telling James, “Your big brother is riiiiiiight here, James.” And then shhushing him like we do when James is fired up. The other day he told his Ollie that she could put the extra pretzels in the pantry “…if you like”.
Most of the things he does/says I know without a doubt are only funny to Alex and me (well and maybe to his grandparents). So it is these moments when Alex and I are laughing at/with him that I feel like a family. These are the little things that you look back on and talk about when they will say “When I was little” and Alex and I will say “Remember when Zach/James…”. These are the moments that make up their childhoods. And of course I try to get all weepy about it (hormones I tell you) and ruin the moment.