Two

Dear Sam,

Today you turned two. I know you enjoyed us singing "Happy Birthday" to you and you even joined in and grinned, but I'm not sure you knew what it all means. Certainly you can't fathom what it means for your mama to have you reach yet another milestone. I'm proud. I'm sad. I'm hopeful. I'm teary. I'm excited. I'm exhausted...but that may have something to do with staying up late to finish your cake for the party tomorrow.

Last time I remember celebrating a two-year-old's birthday so vividly it was your big brother's milestone. We had a train party complete with a train giving rides around the block, and you were just a couple of months away from making your first appearance in the world. For that very reason, I don't think Jack's two was such a roller coaster of emotions. I was excited for him. He was about to be a big brother, and I was going to get to watch it all...for better or worse.

How can you be sooo big? You are talking in full sentences and basically tell us whatever you want. We are working hard on "yes, mam" and "yes, sir." I guess having a brother around to socialize with has made you aware. I'm continually amazed at your language. It's definitely time to start a 'Sam Says' feature on the blog.

Maybe now I know why I went so overboard planning your party...it gives me something to do so I won't think so much about how big you are getting. All the fun tomorrow will certainly distract from any bittersweet feelings about having a two-year-old.

I love you, little man!

Mommy

Birthday Eve

It's one of those that's gotten out of hand...you know what I mean. My child's birthday. It started when I found personalized stationery and gift labels (which I transformed into favor bag labels) dirt cheap after Christmas. The construction theme was born for Sam's 2nd birthday celebration. I mentioned the idea to a friend who had done the same theme for her son's birthday a few months prior. She mentioned she had found this incredible cake after the fact, and she and her mom convinced me I could pull it off. I was not so sure, but I thought it would look incredibly cool at my party Sam's birthday party.

So, for the past couple of weeks I've been consumed with what I always tell myself is going to be a no-big-deal, low-key gathering. I planned out my baking, mixing, building, etc. for the week. Yesterday was spent baking layers and building dirt cups, which were shared with Sam's sweet friends at preschool today.

It's not really too much work, but I do seem to sort of let everything else slide (hence the reason Josh didn't have any clean undershirts last Monday morning) when I'm in party planning mode. And, I know it will be great fun and all will turn out well, but it's not like a two-year-old will notice all the work put into it, right? Oh, well...such is the plight of a preschool party planning mama.

My Valentine

Just a quick shout out to my valentine. I hope you know how much I love you. How much I appreciate you. It is not just for the big things, although loving me, taking care of me and providing for our family is huge! I also appreciate the little things...

...like how when you were out of clean undershirts Monday morning, you didn't say a word. Instead you slipped a silly Dukes of Hazard tee (the boys & I gave you for Christmas) on under your sweater before leaving for work this morning.

...like how you always call on your way home from work and ask if I need you to pick up anything, which I rarely take you up on, because I can't bear to keep you away from your haven or delay you any further from seeing the two boys whose faces light up like firecrackers when Daddy walks in the door.

...like how you always kiss me goodbye in the morning, even though I'm almost always still in the bed mostly asleep (oh, how real school will change that soon enough).

...like how you brag to your friends (or anyone else) that will listen about how I know more about Georgia football than you do (even if it's not exactly true.)

Many (probably too many) moments pass without me saying or expressing how much I love you, but I hope that you know how much you mean to me. Thanks for being my valentine. I love you!

Stung

I assumed it would happen eventually. I've even told myself it was a mark of being a good parent, but that didn't make the sting any less piercing. Sunday night when Jack asked if he could watch a DVD in the car I told him he couldn't. He had just made a series of less than optimal choices when preparing to leave church, and I explained that he had to work harder to make good choices so that good things could happen...like movies. His reply: "You're mean!"

Ouch! That hurt. I know he doesn't think I'm a mean person. I'm hoping it just felt my restrictions were mean, but it still hurt. I didn't tell him how much it hurt me, but I did spend the next several minutes reminding him of all the things that I had done for him to show him that I love him.

I wasn't prepared for it to start so soon. I hope it is just a fluke. Surely boys can't be so dramatic, right?

A song of prayer

Each night when we go through our nightly bedtime routine, we help the boys with saying a prayer. Sam's are usually prayers of thanksgiving, as are Jack's peppered with requests for forgiveness. In the last week or so, Sam has elected to sing songs at prayer time. The first couple of times it was "Jesus Loves Me."

The other night he threw in "Jesus Loves the Little Children," then promptly transitioned directly into "We Will Rock You."

A Web of Smiles

Are you sure you can trust this smile?

P.S. this is what happens when you combine just the right PJs and super cool swimming toys.

Emmy Time

I guess when you think of Emmy, this little statue may come to mind. But in our family Emmy has much bigger meaning. That's the name my sister has earned from her loving nephews. We were expecting a visit next month when her school takes its spring break, but she and her husband made the decision to come home last week to spend time with family after the loss of my brother-in-law's grandmother. While no one was thrilled with the reason they had to hurry home, we have all been enjoying their time here.

On Tuesday, Aunt Emmy and Uncle Jonathan came with me to pick the boys up from school. Jack & Sam had no idea I'd be bringing visitors along with me to school. Jack was excited to see "my Emmy!" It was also pajama day at school, and he just so happened to choose the Lightning McQueen pjs a certain aunt & uncle sent him for Christmas as the attire for the day.

We were overjoyed to have Emmy spend part of three days with us. We also had some wonderful weather and enjoyed lots of great time outside. Wednesday night Josh's R.A. class was studying about a missionary in Germany, so Emily agreed to talk to the boys and field questions about Germany. Questions like, "are you afraid of Germans?"

We were sad to see Emmy leave on Thursday, but are looking forward to some more time together before they head back next Thursday.