Tuesday, September 29, 2009

8 Years

You were the shy guy who worked next door. You were way too smart and way too quiet. You liked movies I’d never heard of with subtitles. You read books about history, philosophy, science fiction, politics and a number of other things that didn’t interest me.

You could never keep up with me. So I thought.

We started dating when I was very young – 19. We decided to move in together after we’d been dating for 5 weeks. We married 2 years to the day of our first date.

We didn’t write our own vows, but if we did, here’s what I would have said:

I, Kym, take you, Mike, to be my lawfully wedded husband. I swear, in front of all of our friends and family that I will never shorten it to “the hubs” even if it seems funny at the time. I promise I will always say thank you when you bring me water at night, and that I won’t tell you that you put the lid on the mug wrong, I’ll just move it and be happy you went downstairs for me to fill it up.

I vow to put the toothpaste in the cup the “right” direction and use that squeezer thing you like so much, even though I find it totally unnecessary. I vow to not get frustrated with you when you hit the snooze button 7 times and then run around like crazy trying to get out of the house on time. I vow to give you the less burned piece of toast and the more runny egg. I vow to one day watch all those Oprah’s that are crowding up the DVR so that we have room to record something decent.

I vow to listen when you are talking. I promise to try to tell you a story without getting distracted 10 times. I promise to say you that you look nice when you do and appreciate your casual style. I vow to tell you as often as possible how patient and calm and generous and clever and intelligent you are. I promise to never ask you if I look fat in my pants. I vow to never slam a door while leaving a room or hang up the phone on you – at least, not without sheepishly coming back in the room or calling you back 5 minutes later to apologize.

I, Kym, promise to buy you those bright orange cheddar crackers you like so much, and not just when they are buy one get one free at the store. I will keep my sun visor up when you drive because I know it makes you crazy. I will not soak my plates in the sink and then yell at you when you soak your plates in the sink. I will not eat the last cookie without offering to split it with you. I will surprise you from time to time by sticking the towels in the dryer while you are in the shower, because you simply can’t buy that little slice of unexpected heaven. I promise to you, my husband to be, that when we have kids, I will NEVER buy you anything that has “#1 Dad!” on it – especially not jewelry or clothes.

Above all, I vow to always have your back, that I will always support you, that you’ll always be my “in case of emergency” and that you’ll always be on my Favorites list on my phone. I will look at you every day and think Damn, how did I get so lucky? I will make this marriage the best decision we’ve ever made.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Sleepers, then and now

6 weeks old, and 2 1/2....

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The 32nd month

Dear Finn,

Today you turned thirty-two months old. I think that sometime in the last 7 weeks or so, you learned how to:
a) Read.
b) Get on the computer in the middle of the night and check the blog.

I say this because mere hours after posting the last (and first, but who’s counting??) letter to you on the blog, you decided to test us. In a major way. I think the first thing you read was the bit about how I called you a great sleeper and napper. And perhaps you also read the post about your crib to bed transition, and how easy it was. And you thought to yourself “You know…I really haven’t made things hard enough on mom and dad. Let’s change that.” And so began the 5ish weeks of serious sleep regression in which you refused to take naps and refused to stay in bed at night. And as much as we love you, kiddo, we also love the couple of hours during the day and at night to wind down. It was a rough few weeks and we all seemed to get through it – although you still are giving us a run for our money on the nap front. And I’m also not digging the 3am wake-up calls in which your face is 3 inches from mine. Can we stop those? Thanks.

To counteract all of these not-so-fun activities, you have turned up the adorable-ness factor in a major way. Your imagination has come out full force, and you are starting to make up little stories about your stuffed animals and your bath toys. You say “absolutely!” instead of “yes” and you call your friends on your phone and have lengthy conversations with them. You love to sing songs and have learned the alphabet and to count to 20. You talk to EVERYONE – people on the street, guy at the bank, lady at the grocery store, kid at the park, our waiter, etc etc etc. And here’s the great thing – they understand what you are saying. You speak so clearly for as young as you are, and I think people are shocked when they hear you are only 2 ½.

The other day, some kids set off some bombs in our neighborhood – Eek, I just realized how terrible that sounds. We live in the suburbs, why are there bombs? I swear, we are doing our best to keep you safe, my child. These are just little juvenile delinquents that are causing trouble in parking lots – and let me just tell you now that if you ever set off a bomb in our neighborhood, you are SO grounded. For like, a long time. Anyway, it happened at 4 in the morning and it scared the living crap out of you – and you have since told every single person you make contact with that “There were fireworks outside my window – BOOM BOOM BOOM - and I got scared and mommy picked me up and put me in her bed” (and no, Daddy didn’t pick you up because he was sleeping, because even BOMBS don’t wake up Daddy in the middle of the night).

But even when there aren’t bombs going off in the neighborhood, you are a running commentary on life as it happens. It begins pretty much the moment you wake up. You come into our room and climb into the bed between us – usually snuggling up against Daddy and curling into his warm little nook.
Me: “Did you sleep good?”
You: Yeah! I did! I slept good! I’m awake now, the sun is up. All done sleeping! Change my diaper? I need milk. Want to watch Dora? Come downstairs and watch Dora. I need a waffle. With butter. And syrup! Get up Daddy, get up Mommy. Get out of bed. Come watch Dora with me. I need cereal. Your eyes are closed. Open your eyes. You are not sleepy anymore! The sun is up! I need water. Water, please? In the green cup!”

It’s also fabulous when we are sitting and having dinner out with friends we haven’t seen in 2 years and you interrupt everyone at the table to announce “I tooted! Peeeee-U! Stinky Finn!” all while cracking up and waving your hand furiously in front of your nose. Okay, this really is fabulous, I can’t lie.

You’ve been very tolerant of my slothfulness the past few weeks, in which I lay on the couch and don’t want to move for hours on end. You bring your blocks and puzzles to me so I don’t have to roll around on the floor. A couple of times I’ve gotten emotional for no good reason whatsoever and you come up to me with the most concerned look I’ve ever seen and you put your hands on my hands or my cheeks and you say “Mommy? Are you okay? Are you sad?” And I never know what to say, but you always kiss me and hug me and say “It’s okay, mommy. It’s okay, you’re okay. I love you. Do you want a band-aid?”

You go back and forth on whether you are interested in the baby in my belly, although you do tell people that you are going to be a GREAT big brother. And we believe you. 5(ish) more weeks kiddo, and we are officially the Four Dubs. Are you ready?

I love you, Mommy

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The end of summer

Yes, I know, all my grandiose promises of posting often since moving to the new format have been proven wrong - but hey, we've been busy! What have we been doing, you ask? Well....

I've been doing that whole "growing a human" thing, which does take up a large percentage of my evenings, since I'm exhausted at about 8:15 every night.

Hanging out with married-couple-to-be (Oct. 3!) Mark & Jamie. We've also been spending a lot of time on their boat, which we LooooOOOOooooovE!

Keeping up with our seriously crazy toddler. This is his new "say cheese" face. He is quite the budding photographer. Post to come soon of his amazing photography techniques.

Getting ready for the baby! 6 weeks to go, and the room is ALL SET.