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November 23, 2010


November 23, 2010

Dear Roman,
Thanksgiving is this week and my thoughts have turned to ones of gratitude. Of course I’m grateful for all the obvious- health, family, food, etc. and often I get an overwhelming feeling of appreciation for this life we are living. But the upcoming holiday has me thinking about the little moments I’m thankful for as well.

Today you and I were making chocolate cupcakes. Charlotte was napping and I was soaking up my one on one time with you. As I poured batter into the cupcake wrappers I overheard you at the other side of the counter with your bag of marshmallows for decoration. Carefully counting out each marshmallow, “this one will be for Mama and this one for Dad and this one for me and this one for Charlotte for when she’s old enough to eat a cupcake.” Then I watched as you sorted and moved marshmallows around on the counter with intense concentration on your face. When I asked you what you were doing this is what you said, “oh I’m planning out how I’m going to decorate the cupcakes. See this is going to be Zinger (a character in your Super Hero ABC book) here is his mouth and this is going to be his mask.” I stopped what I was doing and walked over to get a better look. Sure enough you had created Zinger out of marshmallows. A bit abstract, but still.

Thank you for being YOU!



November 22, 2010

Dear Roman,

Just in time to kick off the holiday season Seattle had it’s first snowfall in 2010. You woke up to a light powder on the ground and a few flakes falling from the sky. Soon the white stuff started to accumulate and excitement filled our home. You had me tell you stories about how I would play in the snow as a child- I think you were trying to get ideas. My story about snowballs sparked your interest and I promised you we would have a snowball fight when Charlotte went down for a nap… I still owe you a match because we ended up braving the conditions and headed to a friend’s Thanksgiving party instead. There was popcorn, pumpkin muffins and a viewing of Charlie Brown’s Thanksgiving. Mostly you just enjoyed playing with your buddies indoors where it was cozy and warm.

It’s the best feeling when something unexpected like a winter wonderland makes the day extra special. It’s one of the best parts of childhood and I was content watching you experience it all.

Things You Say

November 14, 2010

Dear Roman,
You are on a non stop, talk a mile a minute talking streak. All day long and sometimes you talk so fast that I’m the only person who can understand you! Some things you’ve said this week-

Oh Jesus we’re out of tape.

You heard about Star Wars?

See this ouch on my leg. It has to heal.

We’re a good team Mom.

What the heck?

I feel like reading a newspaper and drinking a cup of hot cocoa.

Walking down the street you spotted a big kid (alone) riding a bike and said, where’s his mommy?

Wanna see me do a trick? It’s gonna be really cool.

I told my teachers at school they need to buy some capes so we all can play super heroes.

Listening to NPR in the car you said to me, turn that up! they’re talking about money.

speaking to Mimi, Mimi did you know I like pizza now and mac and cheese!

Did you know super hero pirates don’t wear capes.


*Note the new haircut in the photo. You wanted “hair like Dad’s” so Dad shaved off your curls. Sniff sniff. I was NOT okay with it. I was sick to my stomach for days every time I looked at you. Of course I never let on and for all you knew I thought you looked just like Dad. For the record I miss my curly haired boy and can’t wait for your hair to grow back.

You’re hanging with your best friend Izzie, eating a “mini doughnut” at Starbucks. The two of you shared a seat together as well as a snack after we spent the morning on a one mile hike/trail with all your buddies from school. You are all about your friends from school- Nicholas, Bodhi, Sawyer and Izzie. It was really cute to watch the five of you give each other hugs, hold hands, chase, run, play, carry on conversations while you all trekked through wet lands.


November 4, 2010

Dear Roman,
When you were about a year old I bought you your first box of crayons. I couldn’t wait any longer to introduce you to my favorite childhood pass time- coloring. I had visions of watching you create masterpieces. I figured you’d draw for hours and get lost in your own creativity. But when presented with the box of Crayolas you were more interested in eating them. That was to be expected after all you were pretty much still a baby. So I put them away and  tried again when you were about 18 months. You’d scribble some color on your easel for about a second and run off with crayon in hand. You couldn’t sit still for anything so again I backed off.  I enrolled you in an art class which was a disaster. You hated sitting, tried to put everything in your mouth and I ended up doing all of your projects. When you turned two years old and had about as much interest in art as you did in eating vegetables I came to see reality. You obviously weren’t into this creative medium I was pushing it on you. The easel was collecting dust and your crayons were only entertaining when you got them out to rip off the labels. I’ll admit I was sad for about a second, but I saw your love for music and got on board. Music classes, instruments, concerts- I loved it all as much as you did/do. So this was going to be your creative medium I thought. Great with us as long as you had one.

Roman, life is really funny sometimes and things happen when you least expect them to. Like how all of a sudden at the age of three, out of nowhere you’re… COLORING! A lot. All day long you’ll say to me, “want to color with me?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. In the morning after breakfast you go get your crayons out and color in your favorite robot coloring book. After nap you color again. After dinner and before bath we sit together and draw all kinds of things. And you’re good! You color mostly with your left hand and you look with concentration when trying to color in the lines. Sometimes you’ll say you’re writing your name or writing an “email” and you like to draw faces, people, rockets and clouds. And you LOVE displaying your art on the frig. Your cubby at school is always full of painted projects that you worked on. As your mom I’m constantly wondering what goes through your head or I wonder how you see the world and your pictures are like little glimpses for me.

Maybe it’s your age, maybe your attention span is growing, maybe it’s the influence of preschool. I don’t know why all of a sudden you’re interested. It is such a gift to your parents to be able to watch you create. Who knows, maybe next week you’ll totally be over art so for now I’m soaking it up. When you ask, “want to color Mom” I’m right there with a great big, “YES!”

Happy Halloween

November 1, 2010

Dear Roman,

Another successful Halloween to write about. This year you had big opinions on what you wanted to be. Every costume catalog that came in the mail was like gold to you. I’d watch you flip through them over and over until the pages were all worn and beat up. You’d point to every super hero/Star Wars character and ask me to tell you everything I knew about them… which wasn’t a lot, sorry buddy. So you figured out who the credible source in our house was- Dad. He told you all about Iron Man, Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Star Wars characters and you were glued to every word he spoke. The decision was made early on- you HAD to be a superhero for Halloween.

Halloween night was a blast. Your Dad and I took you, aka Batman, out trick or treating on a street by our house. After two houses you turned to us and said, “you wait on the sidewalk I’ll go up by myself.” So we watched our little Dark Night maneuver walkways and steps all by yourself. You rang each and every doorbell and said all the appropriate things- “trick or treat” then “thank you” and finished with a “Happy Halloween.” That was your idea. You scored a ton of candy much to your delight, but mostly I think you loved pretending to be a superhero and interacting with the homeowners.

You were pretty darn cute Mr. Roman… I mean Batman.


Mom and Dad