I saw a river,
their covered bridges that were damaged by TS Irene,
chapels,
and a library built by the Rockefellers.
I bought lots of maple syrup. I have seen pretty leaves and lots of snow, at least, a lot by my standards. I ate lobster and their cheese (mainly goat), but not together. I also ate the best maple caramels ever! Now, I am beyond ready to come home.
The Cuddler
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Belated Birthday
Now that Plum is getting older and forming his own (unreasonable, strong, contradictory) opinions, I have decided to make this blog my own. I know, the Plum can't believe it either.
This, like many of my posts, will be my thoughts written to the Plum for the sake of remembering these sweet, trying, and fleeting moments as his mother.
Plum,
Almost two weeks ago, we celebrated your birthday. I soaked this day in with our family. You turning two was a much bigger deal for me than you turning one. You have become such a big boy and it is hard as your mother to let my baby go. I savor our brief moments when you say "wok mama" or lay your head down my shoulder.
I made you a sign. This little token of love took me for freaking ever to carefully carve each letter out of card stock.
I also made your cake. You and Kelsey Ann ate all of the candy letters off of the cake in no time.
You and Aunt Susan working on the combination to release your new dozier. It would have been easier to gain access to Fort Knox.
A good time was had by all, just ask Emmy.
Uncle Jim showing how to use the new nerf missiles that Uncle Chris and Aunt M bought you.
Uncle Chris couldn't be there. He was busy firefighting. I so wished he could have been there. The missiles are so fast that they whistle. I shot John Martin at point blank range and he claims that he is injured and traumatized. I hope he forgives me.
You and Linds looking so pretty on your beautiful day.
You are one loved and treasured little boy.
With much love, your mother
This, like many of my posts, will be my thoughts written to the Plum for the sake of remembering these sweet, trying, and fleeting moments as his mother.
Plum,
Almost two weeks ago, we celebrated your birthday. I soaked this day in with our family. You turning two was a much bigger deal for me than you turning one. You have become such a big boy and it is hard as your mother to let my baby go. I savor our brief moments when you say "wok mama" or lay your head down my shoulder.
I made you a sign. This little token of love took me for freaking ever to carefully carve each letter out of card stock.
I also made your cake. You and Kelsey Ann ate all of the candy letters off of the cake in no time.
You and Aunt Susan working on the combination to release your new dozier. It would have been easier to gain access to Fort Knox.
A good time was had by all, just ask Emmy.
Uncle Jim showing how to use the new nerf missiles that Uncle Chris and Aunt M bought you.
Uncle Chris couldn't be there. He was busy firefighting. I so wished he could have been there. The missiles are so fast that they whistle. I shot John Martin at point blank range and he claims that he is injured and traumatized. I hope he forgives me.
You and Linds looking so pretty on your beautiful day.
You are one loved and treasured little boy.
With much love, your mother
Saturday, October 1, 2011
nothing says PAR-TAY like a museum
Well Plum, we went to the Children's Museum today for your birthday and had a great time with your little friends. Here is a picture of all of the boys:
Carter, Plum, Nic, and Jacob.
Morgan and Riley were inside acting like little ladies while you boys were working off some energy waiting on our pizza at Sal and Mookies.
Here are your stats from your two year well baby visit: you are 29 pounds, 33 inches tall and your head is 50 cm. This makes you a little short, stocky and really big headed compared to your two year old boy counterparts. That is just the way that we expected you to be. Your mama loves every inch of you.
You have made these last two years, two of the happiest of my life.
Love, the Cuddler
Carter, Plum, Nic, and Jacob.
Morgan and Riley were inside acting like little ladies while you boys were working off some energy waiting on our pizza at Sal and Mookies.
Here are your stats from your two year well baby visit: you are 29 pounds, 33 inches tall and your head is 50 cm. This makes you a little short, stocky and really big headed compared to your two year old boy counterparts. That is just the way that we expected you to be. Your mama loves every inch of you.
You have made these last two years, two of the happiest of my life.
Love, the Cuddler
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