I am a stay at home mom of my two very sweet little boys.
My husband and I have grown up and continue to live in Florida, where we are raising our little guys.
In the last couple of years I have learned to sew and quilt from some wonderful blogs. This in a journal of my projects, quilts and our lives.
My Lil J, so sweet. As I am putting him to bed tonight he starts singing the "Happy Birthday" song in his 2 1/2 year old way, I took you into Big J's room and you sang your sweet little song to your "bubbie". You are adorable.
My sweet boy you are no longer a baby but an official kid. You are writing your letters, playing sports, making your own friends, talking on the phone, singing songs, doing dances (strange ones at times). No more baby, no more toddler - but a big kid. I love you baby.
I remembered one really funny thing Big J said last week. Both boys needed haircuts and this is usually the husband's job. So I asked Big J if he would like to have his haircut where mommy gets her hair cut. His response, "no mommy, I want to go where the mans get their hair cut!" Hilarious.
Poor Lil J stubbed his big toe today. After washing it off and a lightning mcqueen bandaid and kisses, he was still in a bit of pain. Lots of "mommy I have an owie" and "kiss my booboo". At least his current obsession with Caillou was not forgotten. Goodness, Lil J wakes up requesting that show. Next week it will be something else.
Big J was very interested about when he was in mommy's tummy last night, he wanted to hear all about the day he was born. So of course Lil J wanted to know about his birthday also (me too, mommy!) B and I told Big J all about how we rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night to go have our sweet baby boy - he listed so intently as did Lil J.
So fun how they love to hear stories about themselves.
My babies when they were actually babies... Big J is above and Lil J is to the right.
I needed a place to keep it all in one place. All of the silly things the kiddos do, say, create - whatever.
Its again summer in FLA (the season that lasts from May until November), hot, humid and horrible. But the little ones are learning to swim this summer so they are at least comfortable in the pool.
No preschool, just long days at home this summer and I am finding that it is not as bad as I was thinking it would be. Big J and Little J are actually getting along. Lots of "bubbie - what are you doing? what is that? from Little J (mumbly of course as he is talking through his binky. aka, bink bink, stinky binky, binks - all of the wonderful nicknames we have given to his NUK pacifier). Big J is talking back, telling his little bro how to play geotrax correctly, how to put the puzzle pieces in the right places, etc.
Oh, then it ends suddenly with Big J giving Little J a pop in the eye or a shove. BOYS. Wait, then they are hugging each other and happy as they can be. I cannot keep up, I have been told that this is what boys do and to stay out of it. I'm trying.