Saturday, April 30, 2011

Tori Turns ONE!

I'm bit late with this post, but Tori turned 1 on Wednesday! We celebrated her birthday with Big Man's family on Easter weekend.

She got to be the birthday princess:
And my friends at hooked us up with a sweet banner to help celebrate the day! Unlike Dani at 1, Tori had her way with the cake, so much so that she needed a bath immediately afterward.
She had a great day!
She's such a little love. She's almost always smiling and laughing, and she will let anyone hold her, with absolutely no hesitation. On the flip side, she's got a crazy temper--she can't say anything yet, but if you take something away from her or do something to upset her, you are met with murderous screams, and often flailing.

She and Dani spend lots of time running in circles around the house screeching. They often mimic each other's sounds until they explode in laughter.

Tori's still our little hoss--easily wearing a 2T top and although a few inches shorter, can basically wear all of Dani's clothes.

She progressed from early walking to full blown running and climbing at one year (at this time, Dani was only taking a few little steps).

She just gets more fun every day, and even though I don't have the time to write about her as often as I did when Dani was her age, I cherish my little Tor. As Dani says, "I love you to bits, Tori." Happy birthday, kid.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Dinnertime Silliness

At dinner tonight, Dani asked me to take her picture while she made faces. First, she was just so excited she couldn't describe the face she was making. Followed by "silly".
Then "mad".
And "sad".
And "surprised".
She thought it was hilarious and wanted me to show her the pictures over and over!

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Here Comes Peter Cottontail

We had the first annual family easter egg hunt today. Some of Big Man's family was in town to spend the weekend, and so Dani and Tori's cousins joined in the hunt.

Tori was assisted by Daddy:
Dani tore across the yard picking up eggs. She did great, but needed a little help keeping them in her basket, as she was moving so quickly. After a week of rainy and yucky weather, it was nice to be able to be outside. And Dani and Tori were little troopers in their matching dresses, despite the initial resistance to wearing them.
Feeling particularly festive, Dani added the St. Patty's day bow tie to her outfit!
After two days of trying to keep up with Jason and Justin, their 9 year old twin cousins, the girls were beat! Even Dani, who tries to stretch out bedtime as long as she possibly can. After we brushed her teeth, I asked her if she would sit on the potty, and she replied, "No. Mommy, I want to go to bed."

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Nothing to see here.

Elmo, sometimes I think you're the only one who truly understands me.
A little help, here? I'm hungry!

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Almost spring.

Dani got a taste of spring when it was warm and now she's always begging to go outside. It's been cold, but I've been trying to take them out a bit every day. We're fully stocked on bubbles and sidewalk chalk. Today was Dani's first experience with chalk. I was standing on the wraparound porch pushing Tori on the swing. I told Dani to look up so I could tak her picture--she took the command a little too literally. Even bundled up, Tori enjoyed the swing!

Saturday, April 16, 2011

They really do say the darndest things.

Some Dani sillies that amused me today: She stood up on the diaper box, raised her hands above her head and yelled, "Ladies and Gentlemen." During dinner, she took the serving spoon out of the vegetable bowl and handed it to Big Man, saying, "This is for you, daddy." When he asked Dani what it was, she said "a flower". So he asked what kind of flower, to which she replied, "a spoon flower".

Has decided that Daddy is "brown all over" but she is "white all over" and she isn't sure about Tori. She announced this tonight at dinner.

Apparently, I still have "Dora hair" according to Dani. And she has "Boots hair".

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Tori's secret.

Wow, I wonder what Tori's secret is. I just can't keep up with her, and I take my Flinstones vitamins every day. That baby just wears me out. I'm just going to lay here for a minute and recharge my batteries.

(Meanwhile, Tori is refeuling.)
So, that's her secret--mommy's coffee!

Friday, April 8, 2011

Just like in Stand by Me.

Really, that's how it was at my house tonight. Let me set the scene for you. I brought the kids to my office at around 4pm, because Big Man thinks he's going to have to work a double due to mandatory overtime tomorrow, and I figured he could use a little extra sleep. I bring them home, and make a little mac and cheese; the note from Big Man said not to feed Dani too much as she's just getting over a cold and wasn't too hungry today. So, Dani wants to watch Mickey on the couch, while we eat, and I'm all, that's fine with me because I'm tired too. So, Tori's walking around, I'm feeding Dani mac, and give Tori a bite or two. Then, Tori coughs up a noodle and starts projectile vomiting on the couch and rug. Seriously, I think she had 3 gallons of liquid in her tiny body. I'm terrified because she's never puked before and she's just unloading. Dani then looks at Tori and gets this look. Before I can say, "nooooooooo" Dani is now projectile vomiting all over the couch and Tori. Dani's sick was just a reaction to Tori's as Dani, covered in puke, is still trying to feed herself macaroni. Remember the scene in the movie Stand by Me? Yep, that was my house. I stripped them down to their diapers and put them in the pack and play where they giggled and sumo wrestled and were fine, while I cleaned up the mess. If Big Man hadn't been sleeping upstairs, I would have considered packing the kids in the car and torching the place and just rebuilding a new puke-free environment. Ain't parenting fun?

Sunday, April 3, 2011


How awesome would it be if, on a really stressful day, you could just climb into one of these: I think it would be far more fun and relaxing than a bubble bath!

Tori thinks so too!

Friday, April 1, 2011

Third time's the charm.

We found out today we're having a boy.

I walked in the door tonight and Dani came running to me saying, "Hi mommy and Tommy!" I'm happy for us, for Big Man.

How we ended up having a third should probably be noted. When I was pregnant with Tori, about 7 months along or so, Big Man said to me, "Don't you think we'd look back and regret it if we didn't have a third?". I'm pretty sure I told him I didn't want the one I was carrying. (Sorry Tori; I was a grumpy pregnant lady.) I am sure I told him hellz no, I didn't ever want a third. And I didn't. (Sorry Tommy.) I'm still on the fence. (I'm sure I'll love you eventually, Tommy.) But when I started to think about what Big Man said to me that night, the words he used....regret. It really sunk in. Surely, I'd never look back and regret that I had another baby (well, unless they were in a Girls Gone Wild video or something). But I already knew that Big Man would look back and regret that we hadn't had a third. And I never wanted him to look back at anything in our life and be able to say he regretted it. Because I knew that there isn't a single thing I will ever regret about my life with him.

So I asked the doctor and he said wait 6 months after Tori. At about month 3, I told Big Man that we could start trying, since I figured it would take a few months. Big Man said we were done, because I didn't want more babies. I insisted we weren't because he did. He said no. I said yes. I cried. I won. We bought the book How to Make a Girl or Boy Baby and Big Man followed the rules, tracked my cycle meticulously, and made a boy.

And so, friends, our family will be complete. Tommy, I love the concept of you, and Big Man, I love you as completely as I can imagine loving anything in the universe.

Tommy, you are being named after the two men I love most in this world, your daddy and mine. I hope you have your father's gentleness. His quiet strength. His temper--your daddy never reacts, he reasons; I have never heard him speak a word or act in anger. I hope we show you by example what a loving marriage and happy family is so that you may create your own someday.

Tommy, I hope you have your grandpa's ease. You're going to love him. Your grandpa is comfortable in any social situation, which is a rare thing. He can blend into a room of dignitaries and know which fork to use as easily as he can (smoothly) palm a twenty into the restaurant host's hand so we get a quicker table, as easily as he can fix the brakes on your car. I wouldn't be who I am without him, and neither will you.

Finally, and most importantly Tommy, I hope you have your older sisters' ability to sleep through the night. Please be a good sleeper. If you are the competitive type, you should know that both your sisters were sleeping almost all night by about 3 months. You should try to beat them, you know, show them whose boss. Make 8 weeks your goal, Tommy, and you and I will get along just fine.

So, son, you probably won't have a baby book, or nearly as many pictures of your childhood as Dani has, but know now that it's not because we love you any less. We're just tired--your sisters keep us pretty busy. As will you. Welcome.