and in some ways, it is hard to remember life before being a mom.
what did i DO on saturday mornings? (oh ya... sleep)
i'm sure whatever i was doing, it couldn't compare to being this little boy's mom.
(of course) i love all my children,
but jackson holds a particularly tender spot in my heart.
i don't know if it's because he was my first born,
because of the challenges he has had to face,
or just because he is so darn sweet.
but i frequently find myself tearing up at just the thought of him.
it has been fun to watch him in school this year.
he has found a few friends whom he loves dearly.
he will never be the most popular kid in school,
and he is totally ok with that.
it's interesting to hear him describe kids who aren't friends with him in a very matter-of-fact way.
where bella would be in tears not having someone want to be her friend,
jackson seems content in solitude.
yet he loves other children, regardless of their feelings towards him.
i recently watched him while volunteering in the classroom.
another child got an award and jackson stood up with his arms raised triumphantly and shouted,
"let's all cheer for ________! he is the player of the month!"
followed by running over and giving the other child a pat on the back.
he truly celebrates the victory of others with no jealousy or selfishness...
i could take a lesson from my little boy.
he continues to amaze me with his reading,
which has spilled over into being a great little speller, too.
math and comprehension continue to be challenging for him,
along with anything fine motor.
and he would rather poke his eyes out than do art or work on his handwriting.
we are grateful he has so many teachers at school who love him and push him to do his best,
even when it's hard.
he loves anything electronic, and has an amazing ability to navigate games.
he recently decided he wanted to email his teacher, so he got on the internet and found his school on google. he then went to the staff page and found his teacher and sent her an email.
yep... if he wants to do it, there is nothing stopping him.
he isn't inhibited by shyness or self-consciousness.
he has a very definite understanding of what he likes and doesn't like.
he is scared of the unknown.
he loves to play with his sisters, but they can also drive him totally cuckoo.
he is happiest when he is listening to music or reading a book.
he loves his nintendo ds. cliff z bars. riding his bike. or his scooter. captain underpants books. wreck it ralph. going to church. oreos and chocolate chip cookies. his 'vans off the wall'. the rockharbor worship cds. perry the platypus. his blankets. the ocean. disneyland. chocolate milk. his action bible. chips and guacamole. the swings. music. swimming. anything with an 'on' switch. reading. his teachers. riding in 'the black car'. his sisters. maps. cats.
he does not like brushing his teeth. or having his hair washed. homework. his sisters' singing. art or writing. new things. bananas or yogurt (and having anyone in the same room as him eat them). change.
jackson is brave.
jackson is obedient.
jackson is confident.
jackson is compassionate.
jackson is intelligent.
jackson is joyful.
i am so grateful that god chose me to be his mommy.
at just seven little years old
he teaches me so much about compassion, generosity, humbleness, and hard work.
the busy holidays, adjusting to the new year, and then
BAM!
february.
charlotte's birthday.
three.
3.
THREE.
today my baby is three.
a big girl.
i feel myself desperately trying to stop the relentless marching forward of time.
holding onto every little moment.
making effort to remember her exactly as she is right now.
but i forget.
i watch videos from just a year ago,
and can't believe that was her.
it's a mean, mean trick.
so i decided to just sit and capture 15 minutes of charlotte.
her faces,
her expressions.
her.
right now. today. so if i forget, i can look back and remember.
i love every single one of them.
(after a few minutes, she insisted on having her piggies out and her sweater off :)
at three years old,
charlotte monroe is the definition of life.
she is hilarious, filling our days with laughter.
she is passionate, caring, determined, friendly...
and kinda crazy.
she still loves mermaid, but allows other princesses into her heart, too.
she would trade every meal for a slice of cheese ("cheesy"),
and insists on an audience every time she uses the bathroom.
charlotte loves her brother and sister.
fiercely.
and wants nothing more than to be doing exactly what they are.
if she could wear a 'beautiful' dress, rainboots, and heart-shaped sunglasses everyday,
she would be a very happy little girl. (and most days, she does).
she loves dresses. cheese. pink. her baby doll. its a small world. doc mcstuffins. doggies. bubble baths. peanut-butter-jelly. sofia the first. her rainboots. playing in the dirt. anything jackson and bella like. fruit snacks. nightgowns. headbands. anything tiny ('baby!'). coloring. ipads. blankets & pillows. dandelions. taylor swift. cutting things into little pieces. twirling. bubble baths.
charlie-
i cannot tell you what joy you fill my heart with.
you start each of my days saying "i dream about you mommy."
you insist on holding my hand with nothing else in it- just your hand in mine.
you love to just snuggle on the couch with me to "wach a show!"
i love our mornings, just you and me, and watching you grow into such a special little person.
you love with your whole heart and i hope you never stop.
you are brave, compassionate, and kind.
you have a heart full of generosity.
and you have the best hair i've ever seen.... i hardly ever brush it and it always looks amazing.
you, sweet girl, are a precious gift to everyone who knows you,
but mostly to me, since i get the special present of being your mommy.
i feel like every time i blink, i open my eyes and it's a month later.
i mean, really.... november already?
how is that possible?
life feels like it is just swirling past me,
a list of un-checked to-dos and things i wish i could have done.
desperately trying to savor the moments with my children,
and yet i frequently end up cleaning instead of cuddling.
yup.
i don't like time much.
today, especially, i feel it.
because just yesterday,
my life looked like this:
a brand-new baby girl in my arms,
tiny(ish) and helpless.
her entire life ahead of her. and me.
(i had to post this picture. seriously. do you see the rolls that little girl came out with?
she is going to hate me someday for that one ;)
but today, i woke up to this:
five candles on her cake.
a big girl before me.
time... where have you gone?
that's not to say i want to go back...
i have five years of precious memories with this little girl,
and i absolutely adore who she is today.
but i sure wish i could slow things down.
freeze time for just a bit so i can take in every minute.
because this is one special little lady.
isabella kristan,
you are my little firework.
you shine and sparkle, dazzling everyone who meets you.
you absolutely light up my life.
you love dresses- especially ones that twirl. the color pink. your brother and sister. macaroni and cheese. drawing (which you have gotten so good at this year!). your scooter. anything that sparkles. roly-poly bugs. picking flowers. sugar, sugar and more sugar. snuggles. bubble baths. building sand castles. helping me cook. doc mcstuffins. disneyland. soft things. sticks. your 'kitty' boots. swimming. your long, 'rapunzel' hair. being in charge. the ipad. my little pony. babies. getting dirty. decorating. snacks.
like a firework, you can also be, well, explosive.
you live life with passion.
when you don't like something, you REALLY don't like it.
such as:
anything tight. seatbelt buckles. jackson calling you 'isabelly'. getting out of the bath. vegetables. pants. getting in trouble. sharing. having your nails cut. shots. going potty. the dark. being told no. and sometimes being told yes. cleaning up. being confined. going to bed.
you are a lover of all animals.
if you see a dog, you MUST pet it.
this year you got your first pet that was all your own...
a hamster, and you loved her dearly.
(sadly... cupcake the hamster died,
and her sucessor, cotton candy, is now missing in our house somewhere.)
two months ago,
you started school for the first time.
we are beyond proud of you-
you can already write all your letters and your numbers 1-10.
you are learning how to be a good friend and work hard.
it seems as though everyday you learn something new.
i love having discussions with you as you explore new vocabulary -
especially coming up with a word to describe your day other than 'good'.
you LOVE princesses. right now your favorite is merida from brave.
you love playing dress-up but get really frustrated when the dresses are scratchy.
being a princess is hard.
lately, i've been looking at you and just marveling.
you are a person.
no longer a toddler.
but a little girl,
full of thoughts, ideas, and opinions.
you are compassionate and kind.
funny and exuberant.
shy in new situations.
intelligent and intuitive.
strong and independent.
creative and competitive.
you are full of questions about life,
and you want to make the most of every minute.
you challenge me.
frustrate me.
encourage me.
motivate me.
day by day,
i can see more of the woman God is forming you to be.
being your mommy isn't always easy, but it's always good.