I like smocked bishops. Big bows. And pretty script monograms. I like fairy tales with happy endings. Sparkly shoes. And twirly skirts. I like crafts; glitter; and glue. Long before I had Mary Reese, I knew I would love being a mama to a little girl.
And then Huttie Cat came into the picture. No one prepared me for the world of little boys. The constant runny nose; the squeal of excitement at a nearby tractor. The joy of airplanes; choo choos; footballs; lawn mowers; doggies; dinosaurs; and monster growls. The never ending “uh-ohs”, the countless falls, and the ever present skinned knee. No one prepared me that he would be able to out run me at a year, or that I would allow him to break the “no drink in the living room” rule. No one prepared me for his sweet kisses and his ability to throw a tantrum at the most inopportune time. And thank goodness they didn’t, because nothing could prepare me for how much I would love being a mama to a very loud and messy little boy!
Notes for the baby book: At four years old, MR is forty pounds of personality and creativity. She has recently started doing simple math like adding and subtracting. She knows all of her letters (both uppercase and lowercase) and all of her sounds. She loves school; loves to sing and make up songs; enjoys crafts; and is still obsessed with her “Mickey friends”. She’d drop it all though to be in the kitchen. At the mere mention of cooking or baking, she runs to her playroom to retrieve her stool and apron so that she can help. She is, as her Grance says, an “exceptional child”.
At 17m old, Huttie is a mess! He continues to be fascinated by airplanes, tractors, and trains. He can repeat most words and is beginning to put words together. He recently started saying “Hey Sadie”, “my baby”, and “more mama”. He calls MR “sissy” and prefers his daddy (or Sadie) over anyone else. He loves to dance and constantly requests that we turn on the “teeeeeebeeee” (tv) and the “mooosic” (music).
Beautiful children! Loved reading your blog!!