Misc. Photos from April & Some Mush

Isn't this chubby little Wyatt thumb just about the cutest thing you've ever seen. Noah and I bust a gut every time he gives us a thumbs up.

Noah has a habit of taking pics of interesting people around NYC. He found this gem at Target. What do you think, a wig? bad haircut? bad cross dresser?
Plus, I don't think Wyatt likes that we turned his Thomas ball (which had a hole anyway) into a skull cap. Some people are so particular.

Ahhhhhh.....the beautiful Verrazanno Bridge, which connects Staten Island to Brooklyn. AND, it's a bargain at only $10 to cross. Even if it is a little pricey, it is mine and Noah's favorite bridge in NYC. Noah snapped this pic the other night. Gorgeous.

This painting. Oh man was this beauty put in my pediatrician's office just for me. I laugh every time I see it. Listen, before you judge me, I have to confess that I wouldn't be able to paint anything that would resemble Winnie the Pooh and his crew, but doesn't that Eyeore just look so tortured??? I know he's sad, but he's nothing short of miserable at Dr. Blank's.

Also, me turning 30 and blowing out my forest fire of candles. Good friends, good food, good times. It made the transition to old lady a lot easier.

Some Mush

Calvin has recently been having bouts of "restless leg syndrome" at night. A few nights ago he was awake and having a very difficult time. I gave him a warm bath, read him the depressing, yet compelling "Desser ,the Best Cat Ever" (see previous post), and rubbed his legs and feet until he felt better. Well past midnight, he was laying beside in my bed trying to fall asleep again, and then he asked me if he could live with me forever.

Then his eyes filled with the biggest tears, and they overflowed and rolled down his cheeks. He told me that he never wanted to live anywhere, but with me. It made my heart ache. Partly because he was so sad, and partly because I know when he is older, he will feel (and should feel)differently. I hope that he will. I hope that he won't want to live with Noah and I when he is an adult. I hope that he will have his own family to continue in happiness with.

That's the way it should be, right???

You are raising your kids so that become independent, right? So, why is it easy to secretly wish that they stay 4 and 2?

I wish that their thumbs stayed tiny and chubby, and that I will always be the one to bring them comfort when they are scared or sad.

Then, I imagine Wyatt as a grown man with tiny, child fat thumbs. And Calvin as an adult who is sitting beside me on my bed and having me rub his legs and feet. And I laugh (first) because that would be hysterical. And then I just start to savor the moments that I have NOW. I fill up the treasure chest, my heart, the camera, the blog, and my journal, and I hope that it is enough to help me remember how I felt in each of these tender moments.

I am glad to be a Mom. I am glad to be a Wife. I treasure my family.