Milo, you have reached six. It is so hard to get used to my babies aging. You are all still little to me. Six seems so big kid, but in my mind you are my little cuddly moo-moo. I see photos of you when you were 2 or 3 and in mind, that is how you still look. Then, I realize you are so different in reality. Your legs have grown so long and some of the baby-ness has left your little face. Thankfully, you have not lost your desire to cuddle or that sweetness that is so you.
This year you have matured a lot. You play by yourself for long periods of time and usually can entertain yourself. You love Legos. It is the only thing you play with and you build really awesome stuff. You have a great creative mind and you can figure out anything that you want to. You also adore our kittens. You would be so happy if they (and we) would let you carry them around all day and night. You love to be loved on and have someone cuddle you. If they don’t want to be with you, you take it very personally. You think, “they don’t like me and they’ll never let me hold them again. Not ever.” Your feelings are so easily hurt and tears quickly follow sadness and anger for you. You stay very mad for about 30 minutes before you will let us reach out to you and love on you to bring you back around. Then you are ready for hugs and moving on with your day.
We are doing homeschool officially this year. We did it last year some, but now it is kindergarten work and it is daily for us. You are doing so good. You are reading and you seem to really enjoy being able to write. You write notes to us constantly. You like writing on itty-bitty scraps of paper in the smallest of letters too. You often write notes that say, “I love you. Be Happy. Enjoy. Love, Milo” So sweet. We also work on speech daily and you have progressed so far. You catch yourself often and correct your pronunciation on your own. You also talk non stop. You follow me room to room talking, talking, talking. Upstairs, downstairs, to the bathroom door, outside, getting in the car, driving, walking through the store. You can go and go. You have so much to say and ask.
I don’t know what the future holds for us in schooling, but for now having you at home is working out. You never want to go to public school because of listening to your sister complain about it. You think it just may be the worst place on earth. I have offered to take you to classes or get you involved with groups so that you could be around other boys your age, but you want nothing to do with it. You are perfectly content to just be with your family for now. You tell me almost daily that your best, most important, or favorite thing in the whole world is your family. Then next is your pets, then your house and then your Legos. You’re good like that.
Milo and Lucas. Lucas and Milo. We three are together, mostly at home, all day and night. Lucas pretty much drives you bonkers. You try to play with him, but he does not follow your game rules and usually just grabs, breaks, throws, or yells. You have given him one Lego Storm Trooper, and one Light Saber that he is allowed to do with what he wants. That mostly pleases him. He copies everything you do and really looks up to you. If he ever is sad or hurt you are right there at his side to comfort him. You will fix his broken toys and help him find things that he’s lost too. You do often try to trick him to get him away from things that you want though too. I guess you have a dose of typical older sibling in there too though. You love to run, scream, and jump like crazy men together. He loves when you play that stuff with him. I often find you two cuddled up together, looking at a book or holding a cat.
Keely and you don’t have much in common right now. You look up to her and are still sweet to her, but she pulls a tweenager attitude towards you and it hurts your feelings and then you two are at war. The weekends are the only time you two seem to find some moments of niceness together. I guess that is pretty normal for brothers and sisters who are over 4 years apart. She is jealous of you that you get to stay home in the day and she doesn’t and that you don’t have the oodles of homework that she does. That has not been good for your relationship.
You love technology games and beg to play on a phone or computer everyday. Currently, you are into Minecraft. You can really figure out any game on your own. I have no idea how even get started in those games. I’m always impressed with your capabilities. I can’t wait to see what you become when you grow up… but not just yet, of course. I have to keep you little for much longer.
You really still love nature and always come running when I tell you about the events in our yard: the morning glories have turned to seed, the squirrels are building nests, the Dogwoods have buds, Jupiter is out tonight, etc. I’m so happy that you care. I try to teach about whatever you are interested in. Each week we pick a subject/topic/interest and try to fit it in to our school time. We’ve been through lots of bugs and nature topics so far.
You are still a pretty particular eater. I think you’ve only added 5 new foods to your diet this year. You are seemingly healthy and growing fine though, so I guess you are o.k. We keep encouraging new foods and you are better about at least trying them. So, here’s to at least 5 more foods this year!
Pajamas are your clothes of choice. You get very annoyed that we change clothes every morning and night. “Why do we have to do this every.day. Why?” However, when allowed to pick out your own clothes at the store-you pick out pretty snazzy button down dress shirts. I had no idea you would want to wear that style, but you think they look nice and they feel fine to you. I love that you have your own style already.
You are pretty much a homebody, like your mother. You like to go on little family outings, but mostly you rather be at home doing your own thing. I get it. I just want you to know there is a whole, big world out there full of beautiful things and I want you to experience and see as many as you can. Take all the good stuff you find and make it part of you. Your home and your family will always be here waiting for you when you get back.
I love you my sweet little Milo. You are my best Milo. You are always snug in my heart. Happy sixth birthday.
December 3, 2013
We have arrived at the double digits my baby girl. You are now a ten year old young lady. Sometimes out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of the lady you will become . When you are sad though, I can still see my little baby in your big eyes and pretty face. Now we get to navigate 10 together.
You finished up fourth grade with a wonderful honor roll report card. You even got a B in math! You stayed friends with Isis, but she was really your only close friend. There were a few mean girls in your class who made many days very upsetting for you. Summer couldn’t come fast enough. Of course, once summer arrived you didn’t know what to do with yourself for a few weeks. Suddenly having free time again is confusing. We took lots of little day trips and made a lot of outings. We got down a summer groove and a loose daily schedule. The pool got up and you spent hours in it. You so love being in the water. You alternate between swimming and floating calmly to splashing and screaming frantically in it. You made tons of smoothies in the magic bullet and watched a lot of Scooby Doo with your brothers. You started spending time with Milo and including him in things. You also spent a ton of time fighting with him. Lucas just follows you both around and watches and gets into your things. Lucas started coming to you for comfort more when he was upset or hurt. You love that. You love when he wraps his arms around you and wants you to carry him.
You play and read on your favorite “toy”- your purple cased Kindle. Daddy bought it for you at the end of the school year as a reward for doing so well. We couldn’t keep you off that thing at first, but now you’ve moderated your time on it. You still prefer to have “real” copies of your favorite books. You like to reread them and have the collections on your bookshelves. You don’t play with any kid toys now. I think you played with your Barbies 3 times this summer and that is it. You spend time sorting through you collections of key chains and jewelry. Sometimes you clean up your clothes or rearrange the tops of your shelves and dresser. You make your bed every morning and put your things away. Your room stays pretty clean except for papers and actual trash that you will just throw on the floor and leave.
At night, you stay up very late reading in your room. I often have to come up and tell you lights out because I am going to bed. When I come up to tell you goodnight, you try to keep me in your room by talking and asking questions. It takes me about a half hour to leave. You’re a chatty and silly thing most evenings, but I usually hang out with you since we don’t get much brother-free time in the day. You seem to really want and need that. You’ve become a lot less sensitive to clothing this year and you’ve not had quite as many full of melt downs. They still come around, but not nearly as often.
This year I’ve heard you make many observations about your environment and how it makes you feel. Usually it is something about nature. You’ll tell me you love the sound of the leaves rustling in the trees or the sound of the rapids in the rivers. “Oh mommy, you have to come and see the moon tonight. It is so beautiful. Like magic.” If it is raining you will try to sneak outside without your brothers, so that you can sit under a tree and listen and feel it all around you. It is so reassuring to me that you are aware of those things and that they bring you peace and make you feel happy, yet calm. When you see pretty things outside you command me to come and take a photo of it and if I don’t act fast enough, you snag my camera and take a picture yourself. I find many photos of things you’ve captured on my phone, mostly of nature things, but sometimes of self portrait goofy faces or of you and your brothers being silly.
You still watch for fairies in our yard and are certain that they live in an old tree we have. You say you have seen glistening sparkles there many times. You want there to magic in your world so badly.
For your birthday, you had a lunch date with Isis and went swimming together. Then, on your real birthday, you took cupcakes to school and we picked you up with helium balloons. You still really love balloons. We waited to do your family party until after school started so your grandmothers could be here. You chose a white and pink color theme and requested money, jewelry, and a bike. You received all of that. You also got tons of girly things….like body sprays and washes, lip gloss and nail accessories. Our whole upstairs smells like a tweenager now. You so love using all those products and accessorizing your outfits with jewelry, scarves, and headbands. You also finally got your bike and could right it as soon as you got on it. Such freedom. We don’t really have a neighborhood that’s good for bike riding so we’ve held off for years, knowing we couldn’t safely just let you go off alone riding your bike. Now you beg us everyday to wander the hood with you so you can zoom around while we race to keep our eye on you. Ugh. Overprotective parenting is so over rated.
At the end of the summer, we started school shopping for 5th grade and your anxiety kicked it. You really didn’t want to go back to your old school because of all the mean kids. We know homeschool isn’t right for you because you like to be around other girls (nice ones) your age, so we started searching around for alternatives the last week of summer break. We ended up going to a Catholic school, taking a tour, and signed you up the next day. The next 3 days were filled with getting uniforms and supplies because they had already started school. We all took you to school for your first day and I walked you to your class and left you all alone with you big, scared eyes. I could barely make it out of the building before bawling like a baby. I felt so bad leaving you in such a new, strange place. Everyone at the school has been together for all the grades. It is just one class per grade and they all move up together to the next grade. They all know each other well and the school. You are such an outsider right now. I was so stressed and worried for you. Over the next couple of weeks you did alright. The school is very different and there’s lots we don’t understand yet. They write in cursive-all the kids and the teachers do on the board- and our public schools don’t teach cursive, so that is a huge problem for you since you can’t read anything the teacher is writing. We get to practice that in addition to all the homework each night. You like the students and the daily schedule of changing classes there, but you do not like the work and for that reason you have decided that you just want to stay home and school is awful and please don’t make me go back ever is what we hear each night along with crying. I hope you settle in and things get easier for you soon because I just don’t know what other options we have right now.
I love you my tall, beautiful, smart, funny, witty, daughter. You are growing up so fast and I miss the little you, but I am hopeful that the young lady you will become is going to be just awesome. I know life and rules are so hard for you sometimes and all of your struggles really weigh you down, but we are always here for you. We want you to be happy and enjoy your life now and as you grow up. We will always do everything we can to help you. Just be kind, be honest, and do your best. I love you so much Keely. Happy 10th birthday.
September 17, 2013
July 31, 2013
Our neighbors had one of the oldest trees in the neighborhood in their yard. It was close enough and large enough to us though that it felt like ours. It was our favorite thing about our space. It was an enormous tree that provided lots of shade, interest, and coziness. One day half of the tree just spit and fell into all the neighboring yards. It was a mess and started a mass butchering off all the trees it damaged. Now our space is so bright and empty! The sun is blazing on us all day and our old house lot is looking more like a plot in a new treeless neighborhood. So sad. We were all pretty bummed about, but one day when all the tree cutters were chainsawing and grinding away, Milo said, “Well, I am very sad about this but I think we shouldn’t be too sad because soon we will get used to it not being there and there will be something good about it being gone I think- like we can see more of the pretty blue sky now.” Wise little man.
July 29, 2013
July 18, 2013
We decided since we aren’t taking any “real” vacations this year, that once a week we would play tourist at a local place or neighboring city. We’ve kept to the plan pretty well so far. We usually make it about 2-3 hours and then all the children fall apart in various ways and we call it quits. I try to take photos, Ryan tries to corral the children, Lucas runs around and insists on walking everywhere and being very loud, Keely melts down that it is too hot and she may die, Milo asks if we can go home now or eat. Yay! In between the frustrations though, there are moments of nice picturesque family time, learning moments, and pretty places. So, we keep trying.
July 13, 2013
July at our house
July 9, 2013
Hello all! We are busy summering around here. It’s hot and these three babes are noisy and crazy and want to be entertained an awful lot. I’m going to try and start posting here again and maybe even give this old blog a makeover. If all else fails though and anyone here still wants to keep up with us-you can find me on instagram. That’s quick and easy. I can do quick and easy certainly.
July 8, 2013
Lucas, my boy you are so adorable. We all love you to bits. You fill our days with a bit of crazy but so much cuteness that it often hurts. You are a short, stocky little guy and you are always on the go. You are so mischievous. We always know if you are not within eyesight of us, then you are up to something. Usually, you are clicking around on someone’s computer, have stolen a cell phone to play on, or have gone into Milo’s room to explore the Lego heaven. You scream and throw yourself around when we stop you from your adventures. Poor guy.
You love to go places and now insist on walking everywhere. You will not ride in a cart or stroller. You must go and be like your siblings now. It is a lot of work keeping you three together and safe and still accomplish our tasks. You are not scared of anybody or anything. You will climb stairs, walk on anything, and will just go wherever you happy little gait will carry you. You fall often and get hurt, but only cry for a second and then you are back at it. We are always chasing you down. “Get away from the water!” “Stop! CARS!” “Get back on the sidewalk!” It’s a tad stressful, love. When we have to pick you up and carry you somewhere you turn into a heavy, squirmy, screaming, kicking, wet noodle that is intent on falling out of our arms.
You are the best little talker now and you say awesome things. Everyone can understand just about everything you say. You always ask me, “You o.k mommy?” and you lean your head on me. You love to raid my necklaces and put them on and pass them out to everyone in the house to wear too. You say, “Pretty nake!” You love pizza and screech when we have it for dinner. You call it, “putzy”. “Yummy putzy, want more putzy!” We all call it putzy now too. You call all people, “dude”-man or woman. “What that dude doing?” You love to see babies out in the world and wave to them and say hello and make sure we all see them too. “Awwww, see the cute bah-beeeee mommy?” You are a trip. Our family favorite is what you call ice cream- “Gronky”. No idea how that word came about, but you love when we have Gronky. Your siblings laugh like crazy when you say it. Finally, you started talking about yourself now too. You call yourself Pukas, Pook-Pook. It’s pretty wonderful stuff. It makes me smile each time. You pat your chest when you say it too. You sure know how to up the adorable level.
We let you run around upstairs now and it thrills you to climb the stairs and wander freely in the other rooms that were previously off limits. You get into a bit of trouble up there. You always tell us you want to go room and that means let you go upstairs. You love jumping on all beds, wearing all my shoes, and playing in Keely’s closet. You love to go with Keely and Milo everywhere. You always try to do what they do. The still fight for your attention too.
You adore cars and trucks. You love being in our back yard and swinging on your belly. You do not like it to rain on you or have any part of you get wet. You don’t like dirty floors or dirty hands. You cry and tell me it’s yucky. You do love baths and pouring water on other people and playing in the sink and dumping water on the floor and spilling the dog’s water everywhere. You also love to chase Caribou and make him nip at you. You think that is hilarious. Turkey.
You love to wrap up in towels and blankets. You cuddle with me only when you are tired. You still play with my hair when you are next to me. You tell me when you are sleepy and you put your little feet up on my legs as you lay next to me. I still love to smell your head and snuggle my face in your thin hair. Sometimes we play a little game that you invented. You say, “kiss” and we kiss, then you say, “huuuuuug” and we hug and then you say, “FEET!” and you put your feet over my eyes and laugh. We must repeat this many times. Goofball.
Your laugh is so good. It’s deep and giggly and your little toothy smile is so cute. You melt me every time with it. Happiness is so easy for you. Keep that quality baby. Lucas you are growing so fast and you just keep getting cuter and funnier. I can’t imagine a day without you. I love you baby.
July 3, 2013
Milo my heart, you are 5 1/2 years old now. You insist that you are not going to go to school just because you are now 5. Also, you do not want to grow any taller. You like being little. You are still the best and most cuddly little boy I have ever met. I’m so lucky that I get to be the recipient of a lot of that love. You like to sit on my lap all the time. If I sit down in a chair, you are there within seconds to scooch in there. You give tight, warm hugs. I am usually the first one up in the morning and when you wake up you run downstairs, find me and give me a hug and tell me, “good morning mommy.” I love that. You greet every one that same way when they wake up too.
You are still very sensitive and your feelings get easily hurt. A little scratch on your finger has you panicking for an hour. A mean look from someone brings tears to your eyes. I never really understood the dynamics of the middle child, but I’m starting to now. Lucas gets a lot of attention for being the baby and Keely gets big girl attention for school and social things and you are often lost in the middle. It is hard to take care of all three children at the same time when you all need something. You are the most mellow and sometimes I feel like you thoughts and feelings get ignored. I’m aware of it and I hope that you don’t feel that way.
You love you little brother and you so want him to play cooperatively with you, but he is not there yet. He’ll play cars for a little while, but it almost always ends with him throwing the cars or hitting you. You think that means he doesn’t like you and you always tell me. I so hope that when he is a bit older you two will have the best of a brotherly relationship. You do take care of him if he needs helping and are always telling me of his naughty pursuits. You try to play with Keely, but you two have very different interests. She is very much into being with other girls her age right now. You want nothing to do with another boy your age. You do like to play with our little girl neighbor though.
Lego’s are always on your brain. You adore them. They are all over the house and you play with them almost all day every day. You are really a great builder and I love listening to the stories you make up while playing with your figures. Ninja characters are your current favorite and you talk about them endlessly. They really are the only toy you play with lately. You play with Lucas and I if we bust out some others toys though.
You like walking on the beach and finding treasures. You like to run down the streets in our neighborhood. You love watching birds in our yards and exploring what is blooming or growing around us. You are pretty observant and caring. You are not interested in school work right now and you seem to have lost all interest in books and reading. We did homeschool a bit this year, but we stopped when the weather turned nice. We are not sure what we are going to do in the fall. I just can’t imagine you in public school, but I also don’t know if I’m up to homeschooling. Time will tell.
You are very smart in math and you impress me with things you figure out already. You do still have a little speech issue and we are hoping it resolves itself with age. We may get you testing anyway just to make sure. A lot of people have a hard time understanding you and it sometimes gets you frustrated. You talk really fast too. I don’t want you to feel bad about it though, so I hope we can approach it gently and help you along.
You still like to surprise me with nice little things like a heart note, a pretty flower, a set table, or a cleaned sink. You love when I think you are being exceptionally helpful, kind, quiet or anything else that I point out. You are very proud of yourself and then you want more love. Sometimes you say the sweetest things. One day you woke up and you said, “Mommy, I couldn’t wait for it to be morning so I could wake up and be with you again.” I mean really, son. You made my eyes tear up. You tell me I’m pretty and even prettier when I wear fancy necklaces. If I go out somewhere without you, when I return you tell me that you were thinking about me the whoooooooole time I was gone. You’re a good one Milo. So much love in that heart of yours.
Besides being so sweet you are just beautiful. I can’t get over the perfection in your face sometimes. You have the most crystal clear blue eyes and that yellow hair! We still get stopped in public because of your good looks.
You also have a angry side, of course. You can hold on to your madness for quite awhile. You face looks hurt and your brows super frowny and you mumble lots of things. Usually time alone and then some love brings you back around though. I sure hope that always works.
I’m so lucky to have you as my son Milo. I love you so much. My world is so much brighter and better because of you.
June 4, 2013