Thursday, May 31, 2012

A Milestone

It finally happened. Luca lost his tooth that he's been eagerly wiggling every day for weeks. This morning at about 6:30 am, he came barrelling into my room, squealing "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! My tooth finally popped out!"

I tried not to appear startled to be awoken by a toothless, grinning boy with blood dripping down his chin and instead joined in the celebration with him.  We wiped the trickle of blood and then him, myself and Levi all inspected the tooth and the hole it left.

We had a very eager boy, all morning asking if it was time to go to school to show his friends.

Another big milestone reached.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Kids: On Death

I love listening to the boys' conversations. Tonight at supper, they had quite an interesting one. It went like this:

Levi: I can't wait til I'm 5!

Luca: Do you know that you only have 90 birthdays and then you die?

Levi: Yep.

Luca: Like Biz Nona. She was at least 90!

Levi: Yup but now she's a baby again. (Note: I have NO idea where he came up with his. Apparently he believes in 4!)

Luca: No, she's not a baby. God made her back an old lady but she floats in the clouds and watches us and keeps us safe. (He then whispers conspiratorially) And little fairies fly around and kiss her on the lips!

Levi: I can't wait til I'm 90!

Haha, seriously, I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried. Luca was so serious about the fairies too! LOL

Friday, May 11, 2012

My Firstborn

Perhaps I'm just being oddly emotional but the last few weeks I've been in awe over how quickly my biggest boy is growing and changing. He's really developed into his own little person with his own thoughts, attitudes and so much independence. It all started with last week's discovery of his first loose tooth...

Luca, when you started kindergarten 8.5 months ago, you were still so small and still needed your Mommy. Your cheeks still held the tiniest bit of baby fat and you still had that childlike look about you.  Now, you've grown so much in the last few months that it seems like every time you put on a pair of jeans, they are inches too short. Your face has thinned out and you look so much more grown up. I love the soft dusting of freckles across your nose and under your big blue eyes. 

And don't even get me started on that loose tooth. As soon as it falls out, your smile will forever change. First it will be the hole left by that tiny baby tooth, then it will be awkward, goofy looking, teeth-too-big-for-your-face look and finally, hopefully a beautiful set of teeth in a dazzling smile.

In the last month or so, you've decided to just wear shorts or pj pants to bed- no shirt anymore. When you come downstairs for breakfast wearing just jammie shorts and a bare chest, I have to stop for a moment and gather myself because you just look grown up. What happened to the days of matching pj sets and snuggles with my jammie footed little boy? Sigh.

You are becoming so independent. I don't want to ever forget how excited you are when I let you do things on your own- like the first time I let you go to your kindergarten door without me walking you from the truck or the first time I let you walk down the street to meet friends. Of course, I stood at the end of the driveway and watched you every step of the way- my feet waiting to run to you if you showed even the slightest bit of needing your mama.  But the grin you wore on your face and the way you walked proud as a peacock told me you were ready to do things on your own.

You are getting so close to riding a two-wheeler all by yourself. By the end of the summer, you'll be cruising along. Before I know it you'll be getting your drivers' license and wanting to borrow the truck. Yikes!

You are reading so well. You started Kindergarten knowing letters and sounds and you knew how to spell your first name. Now, you are sounding out words all over the place- naming stores as we drive past them and reading labels on the cereal boxes.  You can write your entire name- first, middle and last. You're sounding out words and writing little sentences on the whiteboard at home. In 8 months, you have been cruising along though 5 Home Reading levels. 

Maybe its the teacher in me, but this is a huge milestone and my Mommy-heart is just bursting with pride. Once the doors to reading have been opened, its not something that you can ever take away. You will never forget how to read the English language. Without even thinking about it, when you look at something as you walk past, you will read the sign above a door or the advertisement hung in a window.  You have taken huge steps, my son. Knowing this skill is one of the foundations to everything you will do in your life.

One of your favorite things to do right now, besides play computer games, is to build LEGO sets with the directions. You are getting so good at following each step of the directions until you have your masterpiece in your hands. And there it is again- that look of pure pride and joy when you bring it over to show me what you've accomplished.

One of my favorite things is to watch you and Levi when you don't realize I'm watching. When you get all "big brother" on him and try to teach him how to do something. The other morning at breakfast, while I stood quietly in the corner of the kitchen sipping my coffee, you tried to teach Levi some of the moves from your Spring Fling dance. You were so patient with him- breaking it down into tiny steps and helping him until he got it right. You were so encouraging- saying things like "You can do it, buddy" or "You've got this!".  That right there- those 5 glorious minutes- erased the frustration of the fighting from the day before.  Levi is so lucky to have such a cool brother. I hope that you both teach the other wonderful things throughout life.

Of course, with this newfound independence comes the bit that drive Mommy and Daddy nuts- the talking back and trying to find how your opinions fit into our daily schedule. The bossing around of your brother. The frustration when things don't go quite your way. I try to remind myself that this is all part of growth and that with the exciting new developments come the ones that you have to figure out as well.

Earlier this week you were invited to attend Beavers with a friend. As I dropped you off, you were so eager to go, you gave me a one armed barely-there hug and away you went, leaving me staring at the closed door and just feeling the internal struggle of pride and sadness.  I am so proud of you- I'm proud of your confidence to go without me and your eagerness to try new things. I'm proud and happy with the friendships you have. But I'm sad that my first little baby is no longer a baby. You're growing up so quickly, my boy. In a few short months you will start Grade 1. You will spend more hours in a day away from me than with me.  That's hard. I know it is a rite of passage and everyone goes through it. Its just the way it is. And its just the first of many of these growing up moments to come. I'll just have to deal with it. 

I love you, son. I love these "growing up" moments, even if they are hard at times. While I know there will be moments that I look back and miss my little chubby faced, jammied baby boy, I also know that there will be so many more exciting things to come as you get older.

Now, please excuse me while I go cry into my coffee....

Friday, May 04, 2012

Friday Night Leftovers

The Complainer Edition

  • The rain of the last week has been getting to me. The first day I didn't mind it- the rain I knew would bring green grass, buds on the trees and flowers poking through the ground. But the cold and the wind and the greyness was bringing me down. It was nice to wake up to sunshine this morning, but it is to be short lived- more rain in the forecast for the weekend. Blah.
  • At the end of 2011, we found out that Chris would be losing his company truck at the end of June- the office staff would no longer get this perk. So, we've known that we needed to buy a car soon. We'd been watching kijiji and did see a few we liked, but didn't get so far as to go and look at. Then Chris found a Subaru Outback. It was a great price and looked to be in great condition. He talked the price down a bit and agreed to purchase it. The family that owns it is moving mid-May, so the agreement was that Chris would put a deposit on it and then get it when the family moved. That actually turned out to be a good thing because it gave Chris some time to call the Subaru dealership and have them pull the service records. It turns out, there is a major repair that needs to be done, so Chris contacted the owner and was able to get $500 more taken off the price of the car. So, we got a really good deal on teh purchase price but will need to do some repairs when we get it.
  • Speaking of repairs, because 1 vehicle isn't enough, the front end of my truck was making "clunking" noises. Yes, that is my very educated description. Chris looked at it and had an idea what it might be and we decided to take it in. Well, it's fixed and we now have the "honor" of owning the most expensive shocks that repair shop has put in. Yay us! We didn't think about the luxury suspension system when we bought a "luxury" vehicle. Lesson learned and nearly $2000 poorer.
  • The boys were supposed to start soccer in Mid-April. We were told that when the fields were dry, we would begin. April came and went with no communication at all. Finally, we got an email saying that there weren't enough coaches and they didn't know if they could run the U4 and U6 teams. Perhaps they should have communicated this mid-April so they could try to get some volunteers? NOT 2 weeks after they were supposed to begin playing... About a week later, we got another email saying that soccer would indeed start this Saturday- May 5th and that the coaches were getting thier lists early this week. Have we heard from anyone? Of course not. Last year, Luca was somehow missed and not even put on a team until we contacted the person who runs it (after weeks of trying to get in touch with her unsuccessfully, but that's another story). Ugh. I'm so irritated and annoyed. Apparently this is how disorganized it always is every year. That's not ok with me! If the person who is doing it is finding it to be too much, she needs to ask for help or pass some tasks to someone else! Grrr!
    Ok. Complaints over. I feel better. Now off to do a bit of gardening before the rain settles back in....