After many attempts at blogging, trying to be someone I am not, and write about what I don't know, I said to myself, "Self, you have something to say. It is just not what you thought it was. That doesn't make it any less important." So, I am beginning a blog about what I know best... being a mom. More specifically, I am going to write about being a stay at home mom of two young boys in an era where sometimes that can be more than a difficult task.
I hope you will come along with me on my journey. I am not sure where this is going to take me. But I am excited to find out. HOWEVER, first things first... An introduction to me and my little brood.
I am a young(ish) woman, about to be thirty, who went to school to be an English teacher. I graduated the same time I had my first baby, and made the decision to stay at home with him instead instead of going in to teaching. I spent five and a half years at home with this young man until both of our lives changed when his younger brother came 8 months ago. I am clean, but I love to get my hands dirty. I am organized, but I thrive on chaos. All of which I consider to be great assets to my parenting skill set. I love to be crafty. I sing a lot, even when I don't know the words. I am learning what it means to be a whole person and am enjoying experimenting with life. My family is my heart... and my heart is strong. I love my boys, all three of them (my beautiful bald husband included).
My oldest child (affectionately referred to as "Larger Child") is six years old, going on about 46. He is in kindergarten, but is already reading chapter books and teaching his classmates to do the same. He is spunky, hilarious, sensitive and so so charming. However. he has been known to intimidate the occasional adult. Some of them just don't quite know what to do with a six year old who can converse and reason better than they can. He is quick with the one liners, and can say some things that have my laughing so hard my sides hurt. His best lines have become my twitter feed (in which you can access on the side of this page.) I have called him my Sugar Bee since he was a baby in my arms listening to me sing Rainbow Connection while he cried non stop for about six months.
My youngest (dubbed "Smaller Child") is an eight month old Behemoth who recently weighed in at a whopping 23 lbs and is over 29 inches tall. He is a very happy baby who is usually all smiles and laughs. He is a drooler, an eater, a pooper, and more recently a dancer. He has quite the rhythm and enjoys a good chair wiggle dance when the music does in fact, "get him." He thinks his brother hung the moon and his puppy is the strangest and most hilarious thing he has ever seen. (She is an eight month old Dachshund/Yorkie or "Dorkie" mix, and frankly is one of the oddest dogs I have ever seen too, but more on that later.) We have all taken to calling Smaller Child by his initials "E.B.", a name his older brother coined while he was still in my belly. I have taken to singing to him "Close to You" by The Carpenters since he was born. Not sure why, but as I already told you I sing... a lot.
And there is my beautiful bald husband. What can I say about him besides he deserves a medal for putting up with me and my -isms over the 12 years we have been together. GOOOD LOOORD, 12 years??? Seriously, that man is as close to sainthood as I have ever known. Ha! In all seriousness, BBH is the best father I have ever seen, and always, without fail, puts his family first. He is adventurous, hilarious, and after over a decade can still keep me in stitches! Frankly, he's my best friend. We have grown up together, or are growing up together rather, and I have had the blessing to see him mature into the type of man I hope to raise our boys to be. I mean, come on! Does it get better than that?
So, that's us... in a nutshell. A snapshot introduction to our family (minus the dog, but again, that is a WHOLE 'nother post!).
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