April 19, 2007
April 06, 2007
Happy Birthday Tristan! Three!
The following day, Aunt Barbara treated Tristan to a trip to ToysRUS so he can pick out his own gift. She is brave. We dropped them off and headed out to do some errands. About an hour later, they emerged from the store with a carriage filled with goodies. We barely fit them all in the trunk of our car and I swore I smelled smoke from Barbara's credit card.
The next day was Tristan's actual birthday. It turned out to be a gorgeous day so we headed out to the park for some fun. As soon as we got there, Tristan wanted to watch the ducks and geese scamper around the stream. I found a bench to feed Gavin in the stroller and Ricky took Tristan over to see the pond. It was about 5 minutes later that Tristan fell into the pond and was absolutely soaked up to his waist. It brought a quick tear-filled halt to our day as we stripped the muddy wet shoes and clothes off of him and went home to clean up. The rest of the day was filled was birthday gifts and another ice cream cake at his grandparents so the disappointment didn't last long.
Happy Happy Birthday to you, my darling Tristan!
Today I celebrate the day you were born.
Today I celebrate Marta for giving you life.
Today I celebrate Guatemala who blessed me with the honor and privilege of being your forever mom.
Love forever and always, Mommy
February 27, 2007
February 05, 2007
January 16, 2007
My Hair is So Wrong
Just yesterday, as Ricky drove, Me and Tristan sat in the backseat chatting about when Gavin comes home and how much fun it will be, etc. I was casually pushing my hair out of my face when Tristan suddenly stopped mid-sentence and said with concern, "Mommy, your hair is wrong."
(Ok, it was a bad hair day and its true my hair is so wrong, but I wasn't prepared for what came next.) With the look of pity and embarrassment, he leans forward and starts smoothing my hair while saying, "You don't want baby brother to see your hair wrong. I will make it pretty for you."
Yes, he was disappointed when he realized there was no way to right the terrible wrong on my head. And I wish I can say this will be the last time my hair embarrasses him, but we all know that won't be the case.
January 10, 2007
American Mu-SZAAMM! of Natural History
January 03, 2007
The Year in Review Part 3 of 3
You were just tall enough to get on some cool rides and you loved it!
Especially when you rode with a friend!
You learned how to throw a frisbee
Running from the waves
Running with the crowd during Breakfast with Santa
Family Portrait
Looking over the past year in pictures I am amazed at how much you have grown. You are a little boy now. Not a baby. It makes me want to cry. And sometimes I do. I just want to freeze time, make the growing stop just to have more time with you at each age. It goes too fast. You are so thirsty for knowledge, I worry I won't be able to keep up. You want to know what everything is and what everything does. You listen intently when we explain things to you because you sincerely want to know. Socially you are very outgoing, approaching other children, asking them their name and joining right into groups without blinking an eye. Being painfully shy as a child, I am relieved you will not have to overcome that challenge. We finally said goodbye to your nighttime bottle which was replaced with a sippy cup. We explained that since you are a big boy now, its time to pass the bottles on to babies who really need them. You agreed to leave your bottles for Santa who will then deliver them to Gavin in Guatemala, which made you happy.
So we left the bottle behind in 2006 and hopefully 2007 will bring the end of the diapers. Big changes in the house coming up; new bedroom with a big boy bed for Tristan, a brand new master bedroom for Mom and Dad, new doors, new siding and roof on the house. Big changes in our family coming up; Gavin's long awaited home-coming. Its all good and I can't imagine it not being the best year ever. We are ready for you 2007- Bring it on!
January 01, 2007
The Year in Review Part 2 of 3
Running from the waves under Gramma's watchful eye
First Pony ride at a local street fair
July was a sun-tastic month. We celebrated Independence Day at Steve & Elena's BBQ which is always a blast. You played in the pool all day. You loved the small slide so much, we had to buy one of your very own. The following day we drove to the beach to visit Gramma and Pa-pa at the beach house.
August 2006
Land of Make Believe
Staying close to Mommy at Sesame Place
August was a great family month as we finally got off our butts and did stuff. We went to the Land of Make Believe which provided hours and hours of amusement rides with no lines. You loved the airplanes that you can control with the handlebar. Up and down. Up and down. Over and Over. Mommy and Daddy's stomach barely survived the day. In the afternoon we headed for the water park area but the crowd was a little rough and you finally gave in and told us you wanted to go to sleep. You were asleep before we pulled out of the parking lot to head home. The following weekend we drove out to Pennsy to visit Sesame Place. It was a bit overwhelming at first. It was hot and the lines were long so we didn't make it on many rides. You had more fun in the various wading pools and watching the characters in the parade. Next year I am sure it will be a hit.
A Year in Review Part 1 or 3
March 2006
June 2006
December 18, 2006
Tales from the Crypt
My darling son, Tristan....such an interesting little boy. What is it that I can not interest you in wonderful stories about Santa Claus or Christmas? In our house, we have been stuck in Halloween for some time. You have an odd (almost disturbing) interest in all things Halloween; Mummies, Witches, Werewolves, Bats, Vampires, Skeletons, and pumpkins. As we amble through our day, you often plead with me to tell you stories about haunted houses and graveyards. Lighthearted though sometimes spooky tales about ghosts and mummies living in a haunted house and witches, skeletons, and werewolves wandering graveyards, or anything else my uncreative brain can put together.
Your interest in all things wicked isn't as unsettling as your level of absolute fascination with it. Your face lights up, you get completely enthralled and lost in these stories. The spookier the better. You suggest we curl up on the bed and snuggle while we talk our ghastly tales. You curl up on your side and I have your complete undivided attention. Its like I am unraveling all the secrets a toddler wants to know. I can get you to follow me everywhere in the house if I ramble on about a vampire or a werewolf. You have even thrown your hands to the sky and shouted 'Hooray' when I reluctantly agree to talk about mummies for the third time today and its not even 11am.
Maybe after Santa Claus leaves his bounty of gifts next week, it will generate some interest in Christmas. But the bounty of gifts include 3 new Halloween books so maybe not.