Monday, September 30, 2013

Little Fawn's Big Day

Our little fawn is officially one year old.
We celebrated last week with some carrot cake, his first cold and a concussion. I can remember the night I went into labor with him as if it was yesterday, and I know I ALWAYS say that, but it is so true. We watched Goodfellas and timed contractions and Brendan thought I was faking it until I finally told him to get the car packed up and called my mom at 12:30am. It was the first time I ever went into labor on my own. We got to the hospital in the middle of the night and he arrived at 7:44am. Chubby and soft and ready for cuddling.

How can the newborn from just one short year ago suddenly be this big guy?

Following tradition we piled up on the porch steps for a group birthday shot, and I know that it might seem silly to everyone in the moment, but it is going to be awesome to look back at these over the coming years. Everyone is changing way too fast. As I sat to edit this, I started thinking about how next fall when we take Oisín's birthday picture Finn will be away at college! Good thing we have a ton of other birthdays before then.

I ran out of carrots while making this cake. Fortunately one of my lovely neighbors had a few to spare. Then as I was trying to get the batter mixed a nurse from Maija's high school called to say he thought she might have a concussion. Fortunately her grandpa was able to run right over and pick her up from school and then Brendan came home from work early to take her to the doctor while I shuttled around for afternoon school pickups. She totally does have a concussion too, poor thing.

Once all the running around was done, there was nothing left to do except frost the cake (thank you Ruari for playing with baby so I could quickly turn the cream cheese into sugary goodness) and then sing happy birthday. The singing made him cry, but he seemed to enjoy the cake.

I've probably already told you plenty of times, but we are just in love with this baby boy of ours. Over the moon in fact.

Monday, September 23, 2013

Monday Morning

The weekend was calm. And after a couple of chaotic weeks I was craving some calm. A girl can only take so much, ya know? Now that school is back and the weekdays are entirely spoken for, the weekend has once again risen to superstar status. Which simply means I actually know what day it is! 

After spending the last 6 years at home with the twins it is quite the transition to have them in school full time. Oscar complained again this morning about how LONG his school day is and I had no quick rebuttal to smooth it over. He's right. The day IS long. Which is just another reason for us to make the most of the weekends. 

Our weekend involved juggling, Micah's first flag football game, pizza night, hosting an all boy sleepover, a peach pie made by Maija, frozen yogurt with LaVrene, a trip to Game Stop for Finn, the idea that I might actually go to yoga (and even though I didn't at least it was a possibility) and movie night with Micah. Poor Ruari was promised a trip to the mall that never happened, so I totally owe her one night this week....

Remind me that as soon as this one wakes up I am going to cut his hair! 

Oscar had a rough morning on Saturday and had to be sent to his room to calm down. Naturally he wasn't very happy about this and I could hear him howling the whole way there from where I was changing loads in the laundry room. A little while later I was folding towels in the hallway when suddenly I heard Sidhe giggling from inside his room followed by the soft murmuring of their voices and additional giggles. It was perhaps my favorite moment from the entire weekend; hearing her laugh, listening to them play a game that I couldn't see.

There you have it, a quick weekend recap on this sunny Monday morning. I've got a savory scone, some chocolate milk and a cat to keep me company while the baby naps. As he left for work this morning Brendan said, "hey, have a good day, try to enjoy it. It's a pretty good life".....
He's right. I've been wallowing lately, feeling like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. We are dealing with some difficult stuff, some big stuff, but at the end of the day it is not the end of the world and it doesn't have to be so heavy. I don't have to carry it alone. We're incredibly blessed and we're doing the best we can. We're going to work it out, we're going to be just fine, even on days when we're in our pajamas by 5pm (cough, yesterday).