Most of you are too young to remember that show- chico and the man- but that’s not why I call my big brown-eyed, larger than life youngest child chico. Noooooo, I call him chico because it means little boy (little buddy)- and until a few months ago- that’s just what he seemed to be. Read more »
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today marks one of the most important days in my life—the day that thing 1 came to grace it. with howling lungs and a hefty weight, it seemed like magic—the kid actually resembled the gerber baby at first.
known for his ‘anger management issues’, its been quite a ride so far with him. through multiple episodes of mommy boot camp, numerous broken bones and mishaps. yet, through it all, he keeps his silly lopsided grin that melts my heart every time. he’s the kid that doesn’t ‘charge me’ for hugs or affection- though i know those days will be disappearing with every step he takes toward teenageboyhood.
he’s my snappy comebacker- the one with the quips and quotes that drive me insane. a fair and random sampling of his language skills and super sharp mind–
At 1 ½ he said: ‘i don’t wanna eat meat- it takes too long to chew’ Read more »
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not my kids- although i may write more about them later.
naturally, its letterman + hanna = rolflmao!
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its that time of year where the days seemingly get shorter, the leaves turn golden, and the boys’ birthdays start rolling in. it seems that while i was otherwise indisposed, my children decided to age another year- making them 8 and 5 in a few weeks. can i really still call david ‘the baby’ even though he’s far past that stage? and my eldest is almost too big to hold in my lap for any significant length of time- his bony butt cutting off the circulation in my legs.
its also the time of the year that severe melancholy strikes me- raining down on me like the rainfall of october. glimpses of life passing me by far too fast. decisions that i sometimes regret. tears fluttering just like the leaves. we’ve changed the time on our clocks, but my old body is slow to respond. these are the days that i’m desperate to be someone else- a better berit. yet, these days seem to strike cruelly at the very heart and soul of who i am.
in my sister group, we’re reading a book called looking for God by nancy ortberg. and i really like it except that its really hitting me hard. its almost like God slapping me upside the head and screaming ‘get a grip’. for your facebookers out there, its like super poke over and over and i’m trying to respond but i’m getting stuck in a moment that i can’t get out of…
and i’m trying God, i’m really really trying.
anyhoo, while i’m busy trying to figure it all out, enjoy a video from “the things”. it’s hard to hear, but they’re dancing to monday night football. pay close attention to the beginning or you’ll miss david’s interpretation of breakdancing.
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