Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Mick at 5 Months




This past month Mick has been happy, happy, happy. We call him "Easy E." "Easy" because he's so easy-going and "E" because both Mike and I find ourselves often commenting "he's just so... earnest!"

It's hard to explain exactly what we mean by that, but we just get a sense that when he looks at something or somebody, he is trying very hard to understand it. There is something very sincere about his interactions with the world.

Not to highlight differences between the boys, but just to illustrate what I mean by his "earnestness," I have to compare and contrast with Killian. I don't even know if it's something we would have noticed, had we not had another child to compare to. It's not that I noticed that Killian wasn't earnest, but now in retrospect, Killian's interactions with the world have always been a bit more detached. His eyes scan the room more and his expressions is more of a "Hey, how's it going?" Mike tells me this is similar to my interactions with the world; whereas, he (and he senses Mick too) likes to focus on one thing at a time and notice more details. Mick's face often says, "What are you trying to tell me?" whereas Killian's would say, "Hey, whatcha got for me?"

At his 4th month checkup Mick rolled over for the first time and he hasn't stopped. He loves rolling over all over the place. He is also learning how to sit up unassisted too.

Mick loves his brother. One of the best parts of my day is when I pick up the boys from school and Mick sees Killian for the first time that afternoon. He gives him the biggest smile ever! And Killian loves to give him hugs and kisses.


Mick sleeps well these days. He sleeps with Mike and I in our king-sized floorbed. Since he's outgrown his bassinet and now starts off the night in our bed, he sleeps through the night, waking to nurse early in the morning, then going back to sleep. He seems comforted by our presence and wakes up smiley. When Killian was around this age, I felt pressure to try to get him to sleep in his own bed in his own room (which did not work out at the time), and I'm glad now I have the confidence to follow my instincts and desires, and that is to keep my baby close to me at night. When Mick's a toddler, hopefully he will transition to sleeping with Killian, in their queen-sized "sibling" floorbed.

Monday, August 15, 2011


Killian is in a phase now where he will repeat anything he hears. He will pick up a random phrase overheard from strangers walking by and repeat it.






We've been guilty of having some fun with this.

He corrects us when we mis-speak or when we forget to say please.


His new verbal skills have also created some awkward situations for us.

Lately when he meets a new young couple (man/woman), (and "meet" as in, sees them for the first time on an elevator), he'll exclaim, "Mommy and Daddy!" This usually makes the guy look uncomfortable and say "Um...not a daddy..." I like to shrug and play along, "Maybe he knows something you don't know."

Or -

Killian falls out of a chair. He apparently has not forgotten my falling out of a chair incident and says, OH SHIT.  Relative: did you mean to say, "Oh ship?" Killian: NO. SHITTTTT.

The worst incident, which was truly awkward and I still have no idea why he would say this, was when we walked by a little boy in a wheelchair. Killian looked at him and pronounced loudly: BROKEN. I was praying that nobody heard. I'm guessing he didn't mean the boy's legs, but he thought the wheelchair wasn't working because it wasn't moving?

A popular saying of his lately has been "THAT'S FUNNY!" even when it something is not...funny.

But when Killian's laughing, it's really hard not to laugh too.

Happy 26th month birthday, Killian!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011


The sun is in the sky and 
Clouds are rollin by and  
Today is gonna be one wonderful day 

And now for another installment of deep thoughts with Mary Walker...

I had a realization the other day.

Throughout most of my life, the mantra "You won't have to do this someday" has gotten me through periods in my life. Living in my parents house. Being a teenager. Waitressing. Waiting for the bus or waiting for the train in the frigid, windy, early morning cold (living and working in Northern Virginia). Being pregnant.

For the first time (in my life? in a long time?) I noticed that I am so happy to be where I am. I am not waiting for the next phase in my life to begin. I am just enjoying the present.

I wish I could thank my new zen-like qualities for this state of mind, but I think this sentiment mostly has to do with the fact my life is pretty sweet right now. 

Objectively, life with two small children does not seem "easy." But when I think of this period of my life that I'm spending with my two small, healthy children, when my life is simple and all my concerns are truly "first world problems," it's almost as if I'm looking back at it as a distant, rosy, sentimental memory. Knowing that one day it will be a distant, rosy memory, makes this moment more precious.

It's easy to get lost in the day-to-day minutiae. It's important to apply the warm fuzzies that you usually reserve for the past to the here and now.

Or maybe I've looked at too many photos recently. I am looking at my present life through a sentimental portal from the future.

We'll laugh our cares away  
On this easy-goin'  
Easy-goin day*

*Big Bird. Follow That Bird, 1985. 





Friday, August 5, 2011


It's been too long since I've posted... and especially long since I've posted a silly video.

Killian likes to correct us when we've misstated something. And he also tries to convince me messes make me happy.