Archive for June, 2010

Things you say

June 26, 2010

Dear Roman-
Sometimes you’ll say something and I’ll think to myself, I’ve got to write that one down it was so good. It’s too hard to remember it all, but here’s some stuff you said this week:

– when talking about what color sheets to get for your new big boy bed you told me you wanted pink. Then followed with, ” I was making a joke Mom because pink is for girls.”

– at naptime I heard you shouting from your bed, “money money money.”

– at the park playing with your best friend Izzie she asked you if you could sing the alphabet song with her- “um actually no I can’t Izzie but I can sing Snowflake Lane.”

– while on a walk licking a lolly pop you saw a crow and said, “I’d better hide my lolly pop in the car so the crow won’t get it. crows are scared of cars Mom.”

– Something you say when there’s nothing else to say, “It’s a nice sunny day mom.” Sometimes you’ll say this when it’s raining out or at night.

– As soon as I put Charlotte down for a nap, “Where’s baby Charlotte? She’s sleeping? Now you can play with me!”

– One night your Dad was reading a book to you about animals and their tails and he asked you if you had a tail to which you replied, “I don’t have a tail I have a penis.”

Weekend Away

June 16, 2010

Dear Roman,
We took our first trip as a family of four to the Washington coast. We met Mimi and Pop, Uncle Rob, Aunt Lindsay and your cousin Alec at this adorable little community with charming houses reminiscent of a New England town. But the real fun was had on the beach. You and Alec were made for the scene with endless room to run, tide pools to explore and sand to be dug. You did all of the above plus rode your bike on the sand, flew a kite with Dad and had a blast running from pretend waves. It was a fantastic getaway and one we will surely be turning into annual event. UPDATE: here is a link to our photos.

Where’s Summer?

June 9, 2010

Dear Roman,
It’s June but it feels like November. Cool, rainy days that can put a damper on outdoor fun. Honestly you don’t care and are fine getting all wet, but your mom’s a wimp. You’ve learned that pouring rain means we don’t get to go to the park and meet friends. But you aren’t really an indoor kind of kid. You could take or leave most of your toys. The real fun for you comes from playing with balls, bikes, sticks and sand boxes. So I’ve started changing my thinking because I can’t bare to see you cooped up indoors. I sucked it up, put on a rain jacket and transformed myself into the quintessential Northwester. Rain or shine we’ve gone outside this week to throw around a baseball. You’ve had a blast taking walks in your rain boots holding an umbrella. After years of living in this state and constantly complaining about the grey clouds and drizzle, it took you to show me that the fun can still go on. I’ll admit it, getting wet isn’t all that bad. BUT I still prefer the warm sunshine in June!

Two years nine months

June 1, 2010

Dear Roman,

You are a lot of fun lately. It’s a sweet spot in your development where your Dad and I say things like, ‘how’d we get so lucky.’ You really are a very good kid. Even through the challenging spots I still feel very grateful to be your mom. At two years and nine months I really love-

the way you are able to take direction.

how we can leave the house in under 5 minutes because the moment I announce it’s time to go you’re already at the door trying to put your shoes on. There’s never a battle getting out the door.

Your love for baseball and desire to be a ‘real life baseball player.’

Your crazy bed head hair every morning.

The way you take my hand and lead me when you want me to play with you.

Your super impressive problem solving skills.

The sparkle in your eye when you look at your sister.

Your enthusiasm for balls, sports, skateboards, parks, cupcakes and playing with your friends.

Your patience

How you still want me within close range at the park. You’ll play on your own or with friends but you check in with me frequently.

Just about everything that comes out of your mouth.