Press Play {.033}

I haven’t had time to play with my little one in so long. I mean really play. Like, lay on the floor & roll around like goofballs kind of play. I’ve always done something structured with him, which was fun for me cause I’m an adult, but not so much for him. When he came home from daycare he just wanted to play in his own way. He politely asked me to help him turn on the light so he could get his cars and off he went into his toddler dream land, while he was awake. I started to play with him a little, but to be honest I didn’t even realize what I was doing. It was like I was in another world. Just me and him. No homework. No phone. No responsibilities. Then, something clicked and I got up to look something up on the computer. I was planning on coming right back. But, realistically – how many times do I tell myself that & get caught up? Almost, always.

He was disappointed. Usually he won’t pay me any mind and continue playing by himself. But, this time he said “Come here, this is yours”, handing me the car I was playing with. That broke my heart and I immediately rushed over to finish playing with him. I had so much fun. It was just so interesting to dive into his world. Not, a structured game Mommy made up or anything. But, something that he truly enjoys. I honestly thought he would be super territorial over his coveted cars. Surprisingly (to me anyway), he was so incredibly generous, kind and gentle.  That’s a little snapshot of how he plays with his classmates I guess.

I always knew there was something special about this little boy. But, man – God shows me something more spectacular about him everyday. He’s my little angel on Earth.

Family values are a little like family vacations -— subject to changeable weather and remembered more fondly with the passage of time. Though it rained all week at the beach, it’s often the momentary rainbows that we remember.

 –Leslie Dreyfous, New York Times, Oct. 25, 1992

Mother’s Day Weekend {.032}

The weekend that passed was the best Mother’s Day weekend ever. I got lots of hugs and kisses. Calls from family and friends. Thoughtful gifts. Quality time with my boys. Home made peperoni and green pepper pizza. Random little strawberries in my backyard. And Relaxation. The only bummer was that I realized that I missed my little boy’s Mother’s Day lunch. I mixed up the dates and totally missed it. When I realized what happened, I cried. I told Jayden I was sorry and him saying “It’s okay, Mommy” made me come back to earth and realize that I’m only human trying to do everything and I will forget something or do something wrong. It’s a hard pill to swallow, but instead of wallowing in my mistake. I embraced the fact that he was there with my the entire weekend so we could spend some quality time together.

 “Finding some quiet time in your life, I think, is hugely important.

Mariel Hemingway

Baby Number Two? {.026}

Yesterday morning, Quentin and I dropped Jayden off at daycare as usual. I went to help Jayden put his coat away and Quentin went to put his lunch box in the refrigerator. This morning in particular, Jayden’s teacher was doing before care & we always get chatting ’cause she is amazingly nice & friendly. Love her to death! So we were chatting away and she tells me that Jayden has been telling her things about me. So, I’m deathly afraid that it’s something like “Mommy doesn’t love me.” or “My Mommy’s mean”, you know something like that because boy was he being a brat that morning.

I ask her what it is and she tells me that Jayden has been saying that there is a baby in my belly! WHAT?! Yes, I she said it. It made me second-guess my own body for a second. Before I answered her I said in my head “Wait, am I pregnant!?” I snapped back to the reality that I knew I wasn’t. I told her that I wasn’t pregnant and that we weren’t planning to start trying. She looked surprised and said that Jayden has been saying and I quote “Baby, Mommy’s belly!”

Well, if that wasn’t a hint that he wants a permanent playmate I don’t know what is. Trust me if things weren’t so crazy right now, baby number two would certainly be on the way. But, I think when Jayden is in Kindergarten or First Grade it will be the perfect time. Who knows, by that time we might not want another one.

For now, Jayden will just have to be satisfied with his best friend, Teddy.

I don’t care how poor a man is; if he has family, he’s rich.” 

Dan Wilcox and Thad Mumford, “Identity Crisis,” M*A*S*H


No! {.024}


I knew it was coming sooner or later, but for some reason I didn’t think it would be so soon. It seems as if Jayden said in his mind “I’m going to wait until I’m three & then I’m going to start saying ‘No’ to everything my Mommy asks me and tells me to do”.
Yes, ladies and gentleman of the Jury. Jayden Alexander is guilty of uttering ‘No’ {or shaking his head no – which is always more entertaining}every third word. At three I would certainly have to say that he has a good sense of “self”. He knows what he likes, he knows who he likes to be around, what he likes to do, what his interests are, who his friends at school are, his favoite foods and all of thoes fun attributes that make up a regular person. It’s just fun to see such a little thing be so sure of himself.
Now, if you paid attention to the last sentence in the first paragraph, you would notice that only Mommy is mentioned in the ‘people to ignore’ category. Jury, it just got worse. He has chosen a favorite and it’s not me {insert tears here}! He will say “No” to me all day long. Sample dialoge:
Me: “Ready to go to bed?”
Jayden: “{Shakes head no very slowly]”
Me: “Want some oatmeal?”
Jayden: “Noooo.”
Me: “Let’s take a bath!”
Jayden: “No.”
Me: “Come go potty.”
Jayden: “Noo no.”
Hopefully this phase will pass. Until then, headaches and extra coercing comense!
You can learn many things from children.
How much patience you have, for instance.
Franklin P. Jones

The Ultimate Birthday Weekend! {.023}











The pictures {and title} say it all. The weekend that passed was the best I’ve ever had.

Jayden’s Birthday party was nice & intimate. Just close family & friends like I wanted. The day of his birthday {Sunday} was a blast! We {Quentin, Jayden & I – ONLY} went to Port Discovery {a little kid’s museum}& had lunch downtown. It was nice to see Jayden enjoying the time with us so much. I’m certainly going to make that a yearly tradition. It’s nice to have no one around but us three on his special day so he can have our undivided attention. This weekend turned out to be just what I wanted to give him for his Birthday; memories – not things. He has enough things.

Happy Third Birthday my pint size ray of sunshine. You have put smiles on so many and have changed tons of people’s lives…especially mine. Thank you for being your fun-loving self & giving me your unconditional love no matter what. I’m pretty darn lucky to be your Mom.

And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count.

It’s the life in your years.

Abraham Lincoln

Sally Gets A Job {.019}

Repetition. One of the many things you have to look forward to when you are a Mother of a toddler. That’s how they learn! They repeat – everything. This I have gotten used to when it comes to repeating questions or phrases {Quentin hasn’t}. I either answer the question as many times as he asks or just listen to whatever catch phrase he’s interested in saying at the time.

Now, when it comes to reading books over and over…and over. I can’t get with it. It is so incredibly frustrating that I find myself rushing through the book he wants to read for the 42ND time.

Last night was no different. He wanted to read the same book that we have read together for the past week and a half – ‘Sally Gets A Job’. I’ll give it to him, when we read it for the first time I enjoyed it! It was a well written book! Now, one week and three days in I’m not so excited about reading it anymore. I even put the rest of the books out on the floor so he could pick something else! Nope! Still wanted to see Sally get the same stupid jobs she did before. At this moment in time Sally has about 37 jobs. She’s going to get fired from one of them!

Might as well prepare myself to take Sally to her job interviews for tomorrow.

A baseball swing is a very finely tuned instrument. It is repetition, and more repetition, then a little more after that.
Reggie Jackson

Who Farted {.009}

So after walking in the house and taking my shoes off. The interesting toddler convorsation begins.

Jayden: Ew! Stinky Feet!
Me: My feet stink?
Jayden: Yes!
Me: Well, do you like my nail polish?
Jayden {While running toward the dinning room table}: I’m hungry!
Me: So, I’ll take that as a ‘No?’
Jayden {He turns around and looks at me with the most serious face}: I don’t like it.

He hurt my feelings.

I’m sniffing around because I smell something unpleasant.

Me: Did you fart!?
Jayden: Noooo.
Me: Who farted then?
Jayden: Teddy! He no ask potty!
Me: Oh! Teddy didn’t ask for the potty huh?
Jayden: Noo.
Me: Okay. That’s okay.
Jayden: ::Gives Teddy a hug and kiss:: It’s okay Teddy.

That was a 50,000 on the ‘Aw, that was so cute!’ scale. And as far as I know, that scale only goes up to 10!
Lord knows I wish I caught that on camera! But, hopefully God will allow me to have that memory embedded in my brain for the rest of my life. One of the cutest full fledged conversations I’ve ever had with my little man.

A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.


Birthday Bash {.008}

Swing baby!

So, my little munchin’s birthday is coming up {April 29TH to be exact} & I am so excited he’s turning three! He is developing so well and we {Quentin & I} are so proud! Since late March we’ve been throwing ideas around about where we want to have his birthday party and who we want to attend, blah, blah, blah. We were thinking about the park {what we did for his first birthday party}, a kids gym {like gymboree}, Quentin’s Mom’s house, a kid’s science center, and no party at all {yea, we got that frustrated with it}. Thinking about the pros and cons of each thing is what lead us to our final decision.
The venues that we were thinking about were too expensive for the alloted time and how many people we’d like to invite {30+}. I want a quick celebration, but 90 minutes is way too quick! To make sure that all of the kids at Jayden’s school can celebrate with him I’m just going to bring treats to school! The party will be for friends and family that don’t live all that close.
Another thing I didn’t really take into consideration the last two birthdays was what Jayden would like to do. It’s so easy to get caught up in what seems cute, what other kids will like and if the party location is a good radius for everyone to attend {blah, blah, blah}. Which all seem like important factors, but none of them should come before Jayden’s preference {it’s his day after all}. So, I sat back and thought about what he likes. He likes cars. He likes to run around. He loves to babble about cars. But, the most important thing that I remembered is that more than anything on this entire earth {yes more than cars}, he loves spending time with his parents. When he can have quality time with us, he is the happiest kid in the world. He always asks to “way down” and get “huggies” when he has us all to himself.
I have made a consious decision to make every single year my son is on this earth filled with experiences.  Gifts are nice, but all of the gifts we got him since he’s been born get played with for a couple of months, then he goes on to something else. Jayden has everything a little almost-three-year-old could want/need and more. He’s a pretty simple kid and can keep himself entertained with a spoon. Everything else is a bonus. The memories associated with the experiences Quentin & I gift him will last a lifetime, and so will the pictures.
The final decision is having a friend/family house party & a science center/lunch day with Jayden, Quenitn and I only. What I would have given to spend an entire day with both of my Parents when I was younger, even now it would be nice {they’re divorced by the way}. There’s nothing like bonding time with thoes that mean the most to you. He’s number one in our lives and we’re number one in his; it’s a perfect date.
I’m such a sappy nerd that I can just picture his glee when he realizes that Mommny and Daddy aren’t on the phone all day, shuffling back and forth, cooking, cleaning and all of that other stuff adults have to do. That day also happens to be the exact date of his birthday. I gotta tell ya. I’m counting the days. I cannot wait. I wish I could tell him and have him understand. He’d pee his pants. What a way to celebrate.
And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count.
It’s the life in your years.
Abraham Lincoln

Easter Weekend {.007}

Toddler Shoes
Father & Son

Last weekend was filled with:
A trip to Quentin’s old school. Cute sayings by Jayden. A visit from Grandpy. No cooking {YES!}. Short naps. Spring breeze. Cruising downtown. Looking for new digs. Church. A well behaved young man. Son & Daddy bonding time {No school for Jayden on Friday…or today!}. Freshly made granola. Farmers market goodness. Sleeping in ’till 7:00AM {That’s a treat for me}.

Most importantly. I got to experience all of those wonderful things with my family. That’s what made my Easter so special.

How was your Easter weekend?!

merry christmas charlie brown {.002}

spring outfit.
flowers bloom.
homemade salad.

well, the weekend is over. i spent it all with my family witch always makes it a good one. i got caught up on cleaninglaundry, did some administrative work for quentin’s business & jayden made me a salad {out of grass, mind you}.
all weekend he would not stop reading “a charlie brown’s christmas” by charles schulz. sounds great – right? let’s add that this book is the interactive version with sound {thank you grandma lene}. let’s just say I wanted to throw charlie brown off the balcony. but, i didnt have the heart to. jayden just looked so cute immersed in that book reciting the songs.
the things you sacrifice for your child. in my case it was a little bit of sanity.
{totally worth it}
sacrifice is a part of life. it’s supposed to be. it’s not something to regret. it’s something to aspire to.”
― mitch albom