Showing posts with label Birthdays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birthdays. Show all posts

Beck turns FOUR

6/29/2018
My baby had a Birthday almost THREE weeks ago and I am just now sharing some pictures, but my motto has always been better late than never, so...I'm late, but I'm here!

Also, I didn't take many pictures.

(Also, 95% of my pictures lately are photobombed by a seven year old dabber dabbing. See below.)

Anyhow.

MY BECK. What can I say about my Beck? Oh how I love this boy. He is happy and outgoing and adventurous and brave and quirky and funny. He is all himself in his uniqueness, but also, a lot me when I was four, and a lot his Uncle James, who I miss so terribly and so that makes me very happy. He has the Lewis genes strong, it seems. (Which fits, as Lewis is his middle name!)

For Beck's Birthday this year, we did the same thing we did last year, which was to spend our party just the four of us at the local outdoor pool. (For the sake of recording, the very first thing Beck did upon turning four that morning, was to, while I was in the shower for a minute, run outside with a black permanent marker and draw a large picture on the stucco wall and our garage door. So that was a good start to four, I think.)(Also for future reference, it turns out rubbing alcohol is the trick to removing permanent marker from anything, so even though that was the last thing we tried I was very happy for it.) For the entirety of his Birthday afternoon and evening, we swam and slid and jumped off diving boards and then, as the sun began to dip, we sat on a blue plastic table beneath a pepsi umbrella to sing happy birthday and blow out candles atop a tiny ladybug cake (that beck picked out himself)(tiny because only two out of four of us even like cake).

I think I've said this before (that's sarcasm, because I say it a lot) but simplicity is my jam. Give me a four year old who doesn't need or want for anything other than us together as a family on a warm day with a pool and some pizza. No crazy chaos, nothing fancy. Simple, just us and for that one night, no one else in the world.

It was perfect.

And in honor of his Birthday (three weeks ago, I know!) I have a little story to tell:

One of the most unique and special moments of my life so far was when I was pregnant with Beck, on the day that we found out that he was Beck, on the day of our ultrasound gender reveal. Up until that moment, neither Dan or I had any real instincts as to whether this might be a boy or a girl. But we did know that we would only have two kids, and so we discussed how nice a girl would be, you know, one of each! Perfect!

I remember being nervous and excited. I remember the small room, and the kind tech who ran the sonography probe back and forth across my belly, telling us all about the healthy baby moving around inside.

And then, at the end, she told us. "It is most definitely a boy." And I can't quite put the feelings that overcame me into words. It was like...coming home after a very long roadtrip. Or, like remembering a memory from a very long time ago, recalling something you had completely forgotten all about and having it hit you so suddenly that it takes your breath away.

Yes of course, a boy! It felt so right, and so silly that I hadn't known that all along. All at once this massive emotion hit me, where I REMEMBERED HIM. I knew him! I had known him before somehow., and I was instantly ecstatic to have him back in my life.

I don't think I will ever forget the magnitude of those feelings in that moment. It was incredible.

And anyway, now he is four. FOUR. I love it so much, the ages of both the boys, how they are growing and independent and no one is in diapers or drinking bottles or waking up all night and we have so much fun together, albeit there is a lot of energy between them so don't fall under any impressions about it being easy or anything. ;)

And as promised, here are the handful of pictures I took on the day Beck turned four! (I didn't post a picture of the permanent marker fiasco, it is still too soon for that.)





a national park + a birthday

10/02/2016
I failed to stop by the blog here and tell you all that my right hand man had a Birthday. Which, truthfully, feels like years ago already. We have jam packed so many wonderful things into our schedules and we have so many more wonderful things to come that it all feels so full in just the right way, which is: not too busy, but not too boring. That is just the right way, don't you think?

I am terribly obsessed with all of the lovely ease and simplicity that I am finding deep down in all of the darkest cracks of my life. Something is in the air, something that smells like comfort. Something that feels like ingredients to the perfect recipe as they are slowly being added to that pot on the stove.

And so, Dan's Birthday. To celebrate him this year we left behind the thunderstorms that showed face in our hometown and spent the weekend in the sunshine down South. Saturday September 24th is National Public Lands Day, did you know this? We did not know this, so we found it a very pleasant Birthday surprise when they let us into Zion National Park for free.

These pictures ahead are from our hike to Observation Point. Thus far in our lives neither of us had hiked Observation Point, and as of right now it is my very favorite hike that I have done in Zion's! I am so happy that we gave it a try. It is steeper than Angel's Landing, but the views are so very worth it. In fact, it gives you a great view of Angel's Landing itself!

(Disclaimer: it is now my favorite hike, but my favorite thing to do in Zion is canonyeering through the slot canyons.)

The entire weekend was practically perfection and it all really just added to my devoted love for spur-of-the-moment adventures. They have yet to fail us.



















celebrations

6/10/2016
I'll be frank with you: I took advantage of Beck's age this year. I suppose that part of me realized this will likely be the last Birthday he has in which he doesn't fully understand what a Birthday is, and from here on out he will be old enough to fully comprehend the significance of the day.

I used this factor to my benefit by making his day a little low key. I like low key. I like quiet, relaxed, uncomplicated. And so we had extra cheesy eggs for breakfast. I dropped the boys at daycare and went to work. Beck spent the day with his friends and his favorite teacher, where they threw him a party that included some ripped kleenex confetti. I picked up the cake and balloons, the boys, and we headed to their favorite park. We took up shop in the shade beneath the pavilion, where we were met by grandparents and cousins. We ate pizza, we played, we lit the candles and watched Beck's face brighten happily (my favorite part of Birthdays as a mom!) as we sang to him. We lingered at the park until bedtime, relaxing in the shade, chatting, watching the kids play.

We drove home with the windows down, a refreshing summer breeze kissing our skin as we traveled along the back roads parallel to the horizon which bore a magnificent burnt orange summer sunset. At each stop light I would glance in the rear-view mirror to see my now two year old, his cheeks flushed from heat and play, his eyes glazed over, all signs of a day well spent.

It was a picture-perfect ending to a day that was the ideal kind of ordinary: a simple, routine-type Birthday celebration on the epitome of a flawless Summer night.














And now, he is two.

6/08/2016




Today my baby woke up a two year old.

Two years ago today, this very minute, I was on a high far better than any drug you could offer me. After Beck was born I was practically floating, like a feather gracefully drifting through the air. I was so ecstatic on life, so in love and euphoric and full of energy. It was an oxytocin high! In preparation for his Birthday I was looking through baby pictures, and just looking at them brought back all of the blissful feelings from that high, in the same way you smell an evergreen candle and it transports you to Christmas with a stupid smile on your face.

I attribute so much of what I have today to Beck. Of course both of my boys gave me such different things when they came into the world. Jace arrived and made me a mom. He molded me into a new sense of self, he gave me brand new first time experiences and showed me more love than I ever thought possible. I will always have that connection with Jace.

Beck? He made me brave. I swear to you, Beck sparked a match inside of me. Beck inspired me. He ignited my sense of adventure in life like tipping a glass of gasoline over top of a burning campfire. He gave me a new enthusiasm for existence that I could never explain other than to say it was pure magic, the way he changed me when he was born.

So far in the past five years of my being a parent, one thing that has been consistent is that each year, just before a Birthday, there is a tremendous maturation that occurs in some form or another. It is so very ironic that this development happens literally weeks within our celebrating such a huge milestone as another year passing.

For Beck, this blooming in age has been in what proved to be my biggest nemesis of stages with B so far: sleep! I said my farewells to sleep this past year. For whatever reason, sweet B would wake up at least once a night, at least five days a week, for most of the past year.

But it has been just a couple of weeks now, I suppose in preparation for his turning two, that we suddenly turned a corner in the sleep department. It has been amazing. Beck has been sleeping all night, every night, without making a peep. And if this is all two years old brings me, well I WILL TAKE IT AND NEVER LOOK BACK.

The truth is that our making the decision to have Beck be our last child has made these past two years so much more lovely. Because for me, this toddler stage is by far the hardest stage. And the knowledge that he is my last, the awareness that I will (forbidding some unlikely and unforeseen circumstances) not be going through any of these stages as a mother again, has allowed me so much more joy through the exhaustion.

Because of this, I am able to see these stages for what they are. This past year he went from a baby to a toddler, and this next year he will go from a toddler to a boy, and it all goes so very fast. I am looking forward to passing some of these stages, but this is it for me. He is my baby, and so I am just holding tight and trying to enjoy the crazy ride. And I know with his unafraid and enthusiastic excitement for life, this next year will likely bring me even more exhaustion so...thank you Beck, for keeping me young.

Beck is sweet, sweet sunshine. He is funny and handsome and brave and daring, and I couldn't love him any more than I already do, I just couldn't. My heart is so full.

Happy Birthday bear cub! We love you so!

MY FIVE YEAR OLD

3/24/2016
I have a five year old. I think this might be a perfect opportunity to use the phrase that those new age millennials keep saying: I CAN'T EVEN.

Over our birthday breakfast of donuts and milk I told Jace the story from the day he was born. It's a hard story to entertain to a five year old. Thirty five hours of labor, son, and I went seventeen without an epidural you know, and I threw up all over the place while I was pushing you out! So I withheld some of the gruesome details. His very favorite part of the story is how his head was so big that he BROKE MY BUTT when he was born. He thinks that is hilarious. It's not hard to get a five year old boy to laugh so long as you say the word butt.

There are a lot of things that I don't do well, and I mean A LOT, but Birthdays? Birthday I can do. Celebrating the people I love most in this world for their being born and making them feel special all day long? That I can do.

First J walked through his doorway of streamers into a family room filled with balloons. For breakfast he took a baseball bat to a piñata filled with candy. Then we went to the store so that J could pick out his birthday presents. Whatever you want kid! (Only, I stopped him at four.) Then we went out to our favorite donut shop for donuts and milk. Jace got to choose the table and tell all of his jokes and he was a delight to be around. Then we hit a matinee of Zootopia, which is just as cute as they say it is! Then we played outside for a while with all of our new birthday toys, followed by a drive down south where we spent the remainder of the evening at Boondocks! GoKarts, laser tag, arcades, presents and a power ranger birthday cake! Both boys crashed hard on the drive home, like drunks after a night at the bar. It was perfect.

I would like to say a lot of sappy things about Jace and how he has changed our lives and how I didn't know I was capable of this kind of love and how his determination and personality and independence make me a proud mama every single day, but I will just say instead: this five year old business is my jam. I really do like five years old. It feels like my favorite stage so far. (I say that every year so I realize that you don't take me seriously anymore...)

And now, five years old in PICTURES! Enjoy!