Friday, December 24, 2010

The big things

Being the mother of two very small boys is a bit overwhelming at times. Tantrums, colic, illness (mine and theirs). Poop. POOP, people. And not just a little poop. Like, poop running down my shirt and smeared all over the bathroom floor (sorry, I should have warned you that was coming).

To be honest, the poop episode didn't gross me out as much as you probably think it did. And when I look back at all of the things that sound terrible it was such a small moment and usually turns out to be a really really good story I will use later in life to gross out girls I don't want them dating. I am learning that the hard things in parenting are often the small things in parenting. The big things: the hugs, the kisses, reading stories in the rocking chair, tickling baby and rolling him around, running through the house with can opener swords, the first time Franky said "wuv you" unprovoked. Those are the big things. And they outweigh the bad/hard things a million to one.

I will try and remind myself of this during our next poop explosion.

Anyways, posting has been a little sparse lately but after the holidays I'll try and get back into the swing of things. I've got pictures to post and stories to tell so stay tuned. And please, for the love of pete, have a merry Christmas, won't you?

love, ali

Thursday, December 9, 2010

November 2010

Dear baby boys,

I wonder how long I will be able to keep addressing you as such. Will I be writing the letter of your 16th birthday and still see you as chubby, toothless toddlers slamming the door to your stinky teenager rooms when I sweetly tell you there’s no way I’m letting you anywhere near my car? Probably.

November 2010 was good to us in many ways. Obviously we celebrated Thanksgiving, the official kick-off to the holiday season. We spent the day with the Sumsion side of the fam at Aunt Jills new house. It was delicious and full of good cousinly fun. Then naps.

But November was also a time of much sickness. I can’t remember the last time when one of the four of us wasn’t sick. We’ve experienced all varieties: stomach bugs, fevers, coughs, etc. I guess I should include teething in this. Drew has yet to pop another besides his two front bottoms, but they are on their way.

Oh Drew, I really can’t complain. You are sweet and cuddly and desperate to get moving so you can chase your big brother. You have been rolling over a ton these past few weeks but when you end up on your tummy you can only handle it for a small amount of time. You’re still working on rolling from tummy to back and you usually accomplish this task by screaming loudly so I will come running and do it for you.

I always get compliments on how chill of a baby you are at family parties and big get togethers. But want to know a little secret? This is because you love a crowd. You love to be entertained and have people to watch. And truth be told, sometimes me and big brother just aren’t enough. You demand a change of scenery often. And heaven forbid I need to leave you alone for a moment. But that’s alright. I adore you and am more than eager to acquiesce, even if it is exhausting sometimes.

We are still working on the naps though. Once you are up for the day YOU ARE UP FOR THE DAY. You take little cat naps here and there, with the occasional two hour stint, complete with me sneaking in every ten minutes after half an hour to make sure you are still alive. Your brother was the king of long, daytime naps and didn’t sleep through the night until he was eight months old. You, my friend, have been letting me enjoy nearly eleven uninterrupted hours from the time you were four months old. I thank you for that. As does my energy level.

Ah Franky boy. You really are a little man now. I notice each night as I slather your legs and arms with Eucerine cream to combat your ever persistant exzema. Your baby fat is all but gone. Your legs are long and leans and your belly is no longer round but flat. Your feet stink when you don’t wear socks with your shoes and you require a bath at least every other day now.

Speaking of excema you know how to say this word and ask me about it as I lather you up each night and morning. Every day I am shocked by the things coming out of your mouth, but in a good way. You can communicate just about anything at this point although sometimes you need me to translate your mispronunciations to others.

But you are still my baby. I rock you each night and read you stories. When you hurt yourself you still need your boo-boos kissed. And when you are sick we snuggle and you tell me “hold you!” (which is how you say “hold me”; I am never correcting this one, it is tooooooo cute).

You have finally started watching movies. I have a love/hate relationship with your fondness for them. On the one hand, when I really need to do something without your shadow I can plop you on my bed with the TV on, giving myself anywhere from ten to twenty minutes. On the other hand, anytime the TV is on you beg me to turn on either Shrek or Cars. It’s annoying. And I give in a lot. But most of the time I try and keep the TV off during the day. I really do make an effort to play with you and find other means of entertainment so you don’t become a giant couch potato.

This month just few by. I mean, they all do but wow. No one tells you that one of the side effects of pregnancy is that time speeds up ten fold. I am not ready to be the mother of two walking humans. So could you do me a solid and quit growing? I would really appreciate it.

All my love, mama

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Family pics

Wesley was one of the very first friends I made here in the Springs. I am always very suspicious of really good looking people and often unfairly question their ability to also be kind and compassionate (I think it stems from 6th grade - don't most complexes?). But luckily for me Wesley is just as sweet and genuine as she is gorgeous. As well as the rest of her family. See for yourself...












I learn something new every time I take pictures for someone. There are so many areas where my photography is weak but as long as I take each one as a learning experience that makes all the difference in the long run.

love, ali

Friday, December 3, 2010


Somehow I found myself at this site tonight. I read the story of this family and wept. And the most tragic part of all is that it's not a story. Someone is really living this nightmare.

I just had to share a quote from this father who is facing the loss of his son:

We have been asked so many times “what can we do for you?” Here is my answer: hold your little ones close. Tell them you love them. Make sure they know that they are the greatest thing in your life. You never know how quickly things can change.

I'm watching my babies sleep tonight. Breathing heavy and slow. Warm to the touch. Hearts beating steady. And I am so lucky. My boys are loved, fiercely and above all else. My heart is so full right now. Now go tell someone you love how much they mean to you. You never know when you might get another chance.

love, ali