Memoirs of a Distracted Mother

March 8th, 2010 Annelise Posted in Brothers, bad mom moment | 1 Comment »

The other morning I let myself get distracted responding to an email while Samuel played in the window and Owen explored the kitchen floor.  Then I noticed Owen go into the front room.  I also noticed Sam go to the bathroom, then come back.  But I was still distracted.  Several minutes later I realized I didn’t hear O any more, and figured I’d better go check on him — he knows how to get up onto the landing by the front door, and has been trying so so hard to go up the stairs.  But he wasn’t there.  Start the panic.  I glanced up the stairs, and told myself there was no way he could have made it all the way up.  I checked the corners of the front room and under the piano.  No Owen.  Panic is increasing.  I went back to the kitchen, looking very carefully under the table and between the chairs.  No Owen.  Definitely panicking now.  He’s got to be in the family room and somehow I missed it; he’s behind the sofa or something.  Nope.  No Owen!  Here comes the anxiety attack.  ”Sam!” I squeaked.  “Where’s Owen?”  Like he knew.  Like a 3 year old would be able to tell me where I misplaced my baby in my own home.  Not even looking up from his toys, Samuel replied so matter of factly, “He’s in the bathroom, Mom.”  What?  I turned towards the bathroom.  “Sam, how could he be in the bathroom?  The door is clooooooos . . . “  Click.  My brain just put it all together as Samuel continued explaining, “Owen came with me when I goed peepee in there.”  I sprinted to the bathroom and threw open the door. 

Oh Owen, my dear little Bubsy.


Sam Sam Bo Bam

February 28th, 2010 Annelise Posted in Mr. Sammers, growing up, mooshy gooshy, proud mama | 6 Comments »

Dear Samuel,

 

Today I heard you wake up at 8:00.  Your little brother was miraculously still sleeping, so I decided to wait for you to come get me out of bed.  As I fell back to sleep, I heard you playing and talking and making noise, and didn’t think much of it.  Forty five minutes later, I heard Owen wake up.  I came downstairs to find you snuggled up on the sofa with your blankets, the TV on, a stool pushed up to the counter, a cup of milk and a yogurt on your table, and Dad’s RC truck (that is kept hidden in his office) in the middle of the floor.  You greeted me with “Hi, Mommy, I’m awake!” and I wanted time to stop for just a little bit.  How did you grow up so fast?

 

Your imagination is out of this world, and listening to you play is one of my life’s little pleasures.  I am fascinated by the things you come up with, I am blown away by the stories you create, and I am so entertained by all the funny and smart things you say.  You love to help and want to be involved in everything that goes on around you.  You have a few good friends who you talk about all the time, and who you often ask to play with.  Just a few weeks ago, your little buddy Nathan knocked on our door and asked if you could come out and ride bikes.  How did you grow up so fast?

 

Dad calls you Master of the Obvious when you say things like “Hi Mom, I’m sitting in the window” as you sit in the window, “Dad, I got out your truck to play with” as you play with Dad’s truck, “I’m awake” as if we might think otherwise after hearing you crash your monster trucks in the window for the 67th time, or when you holler from the bathroom, “I’m going pee-pee now!!”  We sure can’t fault you for your honesty.  But how did you grow up so fast?

 

You now enjoy going to Sunbeams every Sunday.  You are learning so many things about the gospel and your prayers are so sweet.  I was surprised when I sang the Primary song we’ve been learning this month, and you knew the whole thing.  You ask to go to the library almost every day.  Each time, you know exactly what books you want to look up –sharks, monster trucks, and dinosaurs are your favorite.  You love to read books with us—always before a nap and bedtime— but you will also sit quietly and read to yourself.  Most of your favorite books you can “read” word for word.  You get so excited going to preschool each week.  I am always proud to watch you bounce in the door with your little backpack, and a little bit sad that you don’t even need to look back.  How did you grow up so fast?

 

You are opinionated, stubborn, and so very bossy.  You stomp your foot and tell me “NO!” more times a day than I can count, you push my buttons, you take me to the limit and then a little bit farther, and when I say “Samuel, you do that one more time . . . !“ you look me dead in the eye.  And do it one more time.  How did you grow up so fast?

 

Samuel, I’ve said it from the day you were born.  You are the smartest, brightest, cutest, funniest, most amazing little boy I know.  You bring a very special light to our family, and we are so blessed to have you.  Oh, how I love you!  Don’t grow up too fast.

 

Love, Mom           

{You love to proudly display your work on the fridge.  You also think it’s funny to hold something in front of your face when I want to take your picture.}

{We’ve decided that you and your baby brother’s bums are the same size.  You get so mad when your pants slip down.}

{”I’m skiing in the Lympics!”}

{Racing slot cars with Daddy.}

{Yes, we really do love you!}

 

 

 

 

 


Master Owen’s Adventures

February 22nd, 2010 Annelise Posted in Little O-Man, around the house | 4 Comments »


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February 16th, 2010 Annelise Posted in Little O-Man, month markers | 3 Comments »

Owen J.

Sleeping on his tummy with his left arm tucked underneath but yet to sleep through the night, doing acrobats, crawling around like an injured soldier, not liking baby food one bit when he sees what he could be having instead, jibber jabbering, laughing every time we roll a ball back and forth, so over sitting, much more interested in observing discovering investigating exploring learning growing. 

8 months old.


Love

February 11th, 2010 Annelise Posted in around the house, love, something new | 3 Comments »

Love my almond painted walls.  Love my new thick carpet.  And I can think of two more things I love.


Preferred Modes of Transportation

February 2nd, 2010 Annelise Posted in boys!, playing | 1 Comment »

For Owen: hands and knees

For Samuel: a race car


The Naptime Battle

February 1st, 2010 Annelise Posted in Mr. Sammers, naptime | 2 Comments »

“No!  I’m NOT going to take a nap today!”  Said while stomping his foot and swinging his indignant fist.  “It’s not my naptiiiiiiime!  I don’t need a NAAAAAAP!”  Little does he know, the worse he reacts, the firmer I am in my conviction to MAKE. HIM. NAP.  Sometimes, though, he just doesn’t give in.  But I definitely don’t stop him from thinking he has to be sneaky about playing quietly in his room.

The other day I got in the shower while Owen napped and Sam “napped.”  When I came out, I found someone hanging out on my bed.  Wearing completely different clothes than when I last saw him.  He didn’t hear me.

But then he heard the camera, and knew he was caught.  Busted.

I chuckled at the obvious expression of guilt.  “Sam, it’s ok.”  And that was all he needed.  “Oh I’m not in trouble?!”

“No, Samuel, you’re not in trouble.  What are you doing?”  “I’m fishing, Mom!”  Duh.

Sam won this naptime battle.  But only because I let him.


Hair

February 1st, 2010 Annelise Posted in Brothers, comparing | 1 Comment »

When I was pregnant with Samuel, I suffered the normal motherly fears of “What if my child isn’t cute?!”  All I wanted for my baby was lots of hair and a pretty mouth.  And if I had to choose only one?  Hair!  During my 3 hours of pushing, it was a huge reward to when the top of Samuel’s little baby head was spotted, and the doctor said, “Wow, he has a lot of hair!”  The nurses told me later that he got the Most Hair Award of the week at the hospital.  It was thick and dark, and there was lots of it.  And I loved it!

7 1/2 months

8 1/2 months

 

Then I had Owen.  He wasn’t born with a ton of hair like Sam, but there was still a good thick fuzzy head of blonde hair.  And then it fell out.  All of it.  Except a teeny tiny strip at the bottom of his neck.  Fortunately, I have been thoroughly pleased with the fact that it is didn’t take long to start growing back.  But not all over his head.  Mostly in a patch right on top, and then a patch over each ear.  I get a kick out of it, and still think he’s cute as can be.  Although sometimes I do kind of think he looks like the Baby Ruth guy from Goonies.


Samuel the Sunbeam Part 2

January 31st, 2010 Annelise Posted in Mr. Sammers, church, proud mama | 1 Comment »

Holllaaaaaah!  Samuel finally earned his truck, the one that has been sitting on top of the fridge all month just waiting for him to earn it by being a bright shining Sunbeam.  Today was the day.  The trick?  I hid and make Erik deal with it.  Erik took Samuel to the row his class sits on and just walked away.  I peeked in ight after, and saw Sam turned away from his class hanging his head, but I think his buddy Jacob got him over that pretty quick.  Then when they came into the Primary room after opening exercises I hid again.  And Samuel did SO awesome.  I was really proud of him.  He found me hiding in the back during singing time, and came running to me, but it was only to go to the bathroom.  When we came back, Sam asked “Now you’re going to sit with me, Mom?”  I said Nope, he said Ok, and walked right back into Primary, sat down with his class, and started singing.  He turned back to me a couple times, flashed me a Sunbeam smile, and waved.  Wahoo!!  Success!!!


Sometimes I Take Pictures . . .

January 28th, 2010 Annelise Posted in Brothers, pictures | 2 Comments »

I took this and realized this is the first sleeping baby picture in months.

Sam wouldn’t let me take a picture of his cool outfit, so when he was playing, I yelled “Sam! There’s a lizard on my head!!”  It was the best I could do.

Going for an early morning drive.

Big Boy O Bear.

Pickle Eating Contest.

Bath time.