E&M: 2.5 Years

Dear Elliott and Mason,

Two and half years already.  Although all of our stages have been great, we are at an exceptionally fun time right now. You two are big enough to understand, communicate, and have the cutest individual personalities, but are young enough to still experience and give pure joy and unconditional love. At times I feel like my heart will burst with love for you when you come snuggle me and give kisses out of the blue, or do something caring like rub my shoulder when I said it was sore. At other times I feel like my head will burst when you show your independent, defiant, toddler-ness. It’s never for long, and it gives your dad and I tons of patience practicing. Your imaginations are starting to grow and you will pretend play with each other or with your toys. We took the rail off your cribs a few months ago and you two have amazed us at how good of a transition you did. Sometimes we have to still go in and lay down the law, but mostly you just talk to each other, make sure nothing has fallen out of the others bed, and laugh.

Elliott–You (and Mason) are starting to use more and more words everyday. You have even started stringing 3 and 4 words together like the other day when you said “momma play choo-choo” and “no dada blow bubble.” I love the little things that come out of your mouth. For father’s day I asked what you wanted to give Ben and you said “purple water,” or “pur-ple wa-wa.” Why? Who knows. But we made some and you proudly took it to him. We have come to realize how analytical you are and how you like a measure of control (A-type personality here we come). Asking or telling you to do something without explanation typically gives us an immediate “no,” but with just a little rationale or information and you understand and do what we ask. Trains and diggers are still your favorite and you’re starting to play more independently. I started a new job last month and now the first thing you say to me in the morning is “momma no work.” This about breaks my heart, and I will treasure it because one day you probably won’t care. You are loving, caring, shy, and goofy goofy goofy.

Mason–for the longest time you both have called me da-momma. I love it. It makes me feel like a loving mob boss. Yet, just recently you started calling me mommy…or rather, maaaaw-meeeee…very emphasized. I’m not sure where you got it, but I keep trying to get you back to momma or da-momma, but you just smile and say Mawww—meeeee. Right now you have about 9- 10 stuffed animals in your bed (pooh, tigger, bear, bunny, monkey, piglet, eeyore, aardvark, elephant pillow pet) and your pillow and blanket. You know when something is missing and you’re not happy until all of your babies are in your bed.  You are becoming a true ham. You have this fake laugh which cracks us up, and love to make animal noises. Your current favorite is the elephant noise, which you do just as loud as real elephant. When I ask you to make a baby elephant sound instead you do it twice as loud and just laugh. You love to read. This week it’s the oo-oo-oo-ooo book that you got from Aunt Katie and family for your birthday. That would be Curious George. These are the longest stories we have read and you patiently sit through them and then want more. Every now and then you get upset before bed because you want “mo book.”–Not because you’re postponing sleep, but because you genuinely love books. We find it very hard to tell you no when it comes to this one so most of the time we oblige until it really is the “last one.” You still love your trains, but are just fascinated by “diggers.” You also can pedal your trike like a champ. It took you about a month, but then we couldn’t stop you from bigger and better things….and we hopefully never will.

There are times when both still want to be held like babies, or just have us hold you while you lay long rather than wrap your legs around us. When this happens I always am surprised at how long your legs go and that you are now longer than half of my body. I celebrate you getting bigger, but cherish your smallness. You are no longer babies, but you are my babies.

Cannon Beach, July 2015

Cannon Beach, July 2015

Concert Park Night

Concert Park Night

Sunday mornings with momma

Sunday mornings with momma

Love momma

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E&M: 11 Months

Dear Elliott & Mason,

We are officially less than a month a way from your 1st birthday. The day after you were born, the hospital pediatrician came into the hospital room to update us on everyone’s status. He also had twins and he told us that we just had to make it to your 1st birthday and then everything would be easier. He never said that the 1st year was something to get over, but rather that after the first year you would really start to interact and play with each other. And we are definitely starting to see what he was saying. You two now chase each other around the house, talk and laugh to each other, try and steal the other one’s Cheerios (Elliott), and just love having each around. Ben and I love watching you interact with each other and with us. You are also starting to take some risks by letting go of furniture and hovering for a moment before you plop on your tushes. Although you enjoy playing with your toys in the penned off area of the living room, you really just love to scoot all around the house closing doors (only one finger incident so far), picking up the heat grates (nothing or no one has fallen down yet), pulling up on everything, diving on Abby’s bed, and just being the cutest little troublemakers. We now get you naked after dinner and let you crawl down the hall to the bathroom. You two high tail it down there and start putting your toys in while the water is filling up. Seeing your little tushes shimmy down makes us laugh every time and I just cannot believe how much you have changed from when we brought you home…almost 1 year ago.

Elliott: My big man, you are very interested in Mason, or rather anything that Mason has. You want just about any toy he is playing with or any food we give him. Ben has even tested putting a ton of Cheerios in front of you and only one in front of Mason and you still try and go for his one. My thought is that you want to make sure that everything is equal and that we are not giving Mason something cooler. We try to stop it, but really, Mason has learned to hold his own so we’re not worried. You’re just toughening him up. You are very clever. You can figure out puzzles, stacking, etc. You also are a little Houdini. You can sneak out of the penned off area so quietly and quickly–and where do you head? Right to the fire….still. It just amazes you. You know it’s wrong, but no matter how mean of a “no” voice I try to make, you just smile and laugh at me. You have already figured out that momma loves you no matter what…stinker.

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Eating Spaghetti Escaping to the fireplace Just being cute

Mason: Man, if we could bubble wrap you or put a helmet on you we would. Somehow you seem to always bang your big noggin on something–typically the floor. Your little legs and arms just get going sometimes and the rest of you can’t keep up. You cry and then keep right on going. I am just amazed at how fast you bounce back, but I really wish you would stop hitting that sweet head. One of my favorite things to have you do now is dance. I’ll say to you “Dancin’ dancin’ dancin’ ” and you will shake your booty and your head at the same time. It is hysterical. You are still more interested in tearing things apart rather than stacking rings or building things, but you catch on very very quick. Clapping is our new thing, along with keeping you from climbing. You just shuffle those little legs up onto anything now. Sometimes it’s good (you get the toy you couldn’t reach), sometimes disastrous (when you fell over the toy bin, bashing your mouth into the hardwood, and bleeding everywhere). Also, you are getting more inquisitive. You will squish every blueberry on your tray before you eat them–almost like you’re testing them all, and verifying firmness–or as your grandpa says, “tenderizing them.”

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Happy boy Eating Spaghetti Helping with Thanksgiving

We are almost to your first Christmas, and then as previously mentioned, the big first birthday. I’m not sure if you two will be walking by Christmas as once predicted, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened. You two never cease to amaze me.

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New sweaters Making the shopping list for Black Friday
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Riding the rocking horses grandpa made for Xmas Superheroes

 

Love,

Momma

E&M: 10 Months

Dear Elliott & Mason,

10 months! I’m not sure when it happened, but somewhere in the last month you both decided that you needed to learn something new every day. Every day you change. There must be something about this time period for babies. You now both stand, walk along the furniture, crawl EVERYWHERE, eat on your own, mimic us, and are interacting with each other. I came home from work on Monday and watched you two stand across the room from each other and have a conversation, and it wasn’t just “ba ba baing” to each other, you were actually laughing at times to what the other one said. You chase each other around and love to put your heads close together. This is funny to you most of the time, except we got a little too excited the other day, and Elliott you got your first bloody nose when Mason head-butted you. You also understand so much more. No matter where you are in the house, when I turn on the  bath water you come crawling to the bathroom. This past month you had your first Halloween and were the most adorable monkey and elephant, and you also had your first swimming class this week. That “big bath” is a little daunting, but you two loved splashing and floating around. To be honest, your dad and I had a lot of fun too.

Elliott: Your shyness is back, but once you warm up to someone, it’s like you’re old friends. You also have discovered that you don’t like hearing “no” and get a little embarrassed when you do something silly (like fall on your face this morning). You lay down and put your head on your hands…it’s ridiculously pathetic, and sadly cute. You have four teeth, and I’m pretty sure you take after your momma because we think cheese is your favorite food. You are getting much more adventurous in walking along the furniture and I guarantee you and Mason will be walking by Christmas, if not sooner. You have started throwing your food on the floor, which is funny, because you do want to eat it. I love watching you try new things, and even though you seem to be like “The Hulk” and smash and squeeze everything that goes into your mouth, you still eat it all the same. You love any light and giggle like crazy when we turn it off, on, off, on.

Mason: You are still the flirt you’ve always been, smiling and showing off your six teeth to whomever looks your way. Like your brother, you too are walking along the furniture and taking more risks than I would like. You seem to bump your head everyday, but bounce right back up and keep going. You’ve said “momma” a few times when I have walked into the room, which makes my heart melt. I keep trying to get you to say it more and more, but as always, you will do things on your own time schedule. You are pointing and chattering to just about everything now, always taking everything in with thoughtful consideration. We’ve had to ban a few toys in the house now, because you have quite the arm on you and I’m pretty sure you’re going to throw stuff right into Elliott’s head. You are showing signs of dad’s baseball player already.

This post was started when you turned 10 months old exactly, and finished now (7 days later). In one week things have changed, so I will make sure to get the 11 month post out a little more promptly. I just want to have a record of it all, because it all goes by so fast.

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Elliott the Elephant Mason the Monkey
The whole family

The whole family

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Checking out our swimsuits

Love, Momma

Love, Momma

 

E&M: 9 Months

Dear Elliott & Mason,

Every month I write the same thing: how big you are, how much you’ve changed, how fast it goes, etc. etc. And shockingly…it’s all true again…and again, it’s even more amplified. You’ve gotten so big, you’ve changed so much, and it continues to go by so fast. The other day a friend brought in their 5 month old twin boys, and I honestly couldn’t really remember you at that stage…still babies. They blew bubbles and raspberries, grasped my fingers, and sat beautifully doe-eyed in their stroller. I know you were like that, but now you are flirting with not being babies anymore, with your amazing little personalities and ever-changing, growing bodies. You crawl, pull yourself up on things, drive your toy cars, stack rings, have your pincher grasp, and want to go everywhere and be involved in everything that we don’t want you to, or screams danger (like the fireplace). You love each other already and babble in your twin baby talk, laugh at each other, and are starting to interact more (without trying to take the other one down). You wear real big boy clothes (cords and jeans oh my), and although you want to be bigger than your britches already, you still are my babies. The one thing that hasn’t yet changed? How fascinated you are with the vacuum…it still intrigues you beyond belief.

Elliott–You will not be contained or complacent just being still and playing. You are a man on the move. You crawl everywhere, sometimes the right way, but then you want to be there faster so you resort back to the army crawl. You also refuse…REFUSE…to remain on all fours or on your tush. You will stand everywhere and now you are walking along whatever you hold on to. Sometimes this is fun to watch, other times (such as nap time), it is a little frustrating (especially when you peer over your crib and yell at Mason). I swear you will walk very soon. You have figured out how to stack the rings, and even though you are getting better at your pinchers, sometimes you still use both hands to put your food in your mouth (better to not lose anything). You started to shake your head back and forth like you’re saying no, but you just smile when you do it over and over, so I’m pretty sure you just do it to be funny. Ben and I Iove to get you (and your brother) laughing uncontrollably–and dad is especially good at it. You love when he blows raspberries into your neck. You are starting to understand more things too. Last night you were crawling to the fireplace (shocking) and you stopped mid-crawl, looked at me…smiled mischievously…and then took off at a dead sprint so momma had to come running after you full speed. You knew…you knew I knew…but you did it anyways…stinker. I think you just wanted momma to come grab you and squeeze you with love. Any day my big man.

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In real jeans!

Mason–Just as predicted you saw what to do, and then immediately started doing it yourself–crawling, getting to a sitting position to your own, pulling up on things, etc. You crawl almost all the time the right way, and have found innovative ways to get what you want (such as the 360 spin on your tush). You are more complacent playing with your toys, but are getting more curious about what is going on in other places, and off the ground. Just the other day, while I changed the bedsheets, I looked down to find you standing next to Elliott at the foot of the bed. You are AMAZING at your pinchers and will try and eat just about anything. Sometimes I can’t believe that little body can hold so much. After I took off your bib the other night you were desperately trying to find any tiny piece of meatball that had fallen on your shirt. Man-oh-man how things have changed in the last 9 months. In addition to starting to crawl last week, you also started to babble, and when I sing you sing too. Biggest hits? The itsy-bitsy-spider, and Old McDonald. Your singing has a slight gurgle sound to it, and it just makes my heart melt, as with just about anything you do. When I come home from work, you kick your legs, flap your arms, and squeal…oh my chipmunk, how I love you.

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Cutest hat ever!

Every stage just gets better and better. Although I sometimes miss the baby-things, I love watching you get SO BIG!

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Man that vacuum is cool.

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Laughing at momma.

Love, Momma