interview with a five year old

It's quite possible that I forgot I did an interview with Laci last year on her birthday.  I forgot, until I remembered about a week after her birthday.  Oh well.  Such is life these days.  So here is Laci's birthday interview at five years and one week old.  Also, I tried to interview Mia for her birthday which turned into a giant giggling fest without answers.  We will try again next year.  

What day is your birthday? August 18th

How old are you?  Five.

Are you ready to start school?  No.

Why?  Because I'm scared.

What is your favorite color?  Pink, Red, White, and Purple.

What is your favorite animal?  Puppies and Kitties.  Lions, Tigers, and Bird.  Even birds.

What is your favorite food?  Frosted Flakes and Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

What do you want to be when you grow up? Animal doctor.

Who is your best friend?  Bubs, Evan, and Sydney.

Not Mia?  Well, because she is my sister.  Well...(then she hugs Mia)

What games to you like to play?  Tag, Hide & Seek.

What do you like to do with Mia?  Play and color together.

What is your favorite movie/TV show?  Frozen and Sheriff Callie.

What is your favorite thing to do? Snuggle and play with the kitties.

What is your favorite time of day?  In the afternoon because I get to have afternoon milk.

What are you afraid of?  Lizards, frogs, and snakes.

What makes you happy?  Ice cream, cookies, sprinkles, and cupcakes.  And snuggling with you and having milk.

What is your favorite thing to do with daddy?  Color together.

What do you take to bed with you every night?  Spike and Foxy and my Blankie.

What was your favorite part of your birthday?  Having cupcakes, blowing out candles, and the whole thing.  The whole thing was the best part.

What is your favorite thing to wear?  My Elsa dress and my Frozen shirt.

What do you do really well?  Singing like Elsa.  I color very well, I do art very well, and I make presents very well.  All by myself.


Happy Fifth Birthday Little Lady.  We love you and think you are pretty special!!!

For last year's interview, click here.

noah | nine months

Dear Noah,

The big news this month is you started walking!! A couple days before you turned nine months, you let go and took a couple steps on your own. Quite impressive little guy. And also, sort of crazy. Where did my tiny little baby go??

You still only have two teeth but you'll use those two teeth and your gums to eat anything I'll let you eat, and also stuff you shouldn't eat. Like banana peel and dried up burrs from the yard. You continue to be our loudest child. I really didn't think anyone could be louder than your sisters but your happy morning yelling echoes from one end of the house to the other. And when you're mad, the shrillness of your scream is piercing. And speaking of mad, you have a bit of a temper. No, make that a big temper. And should anyone try to pry something from your grasp against your will...well, you don't make it easy. I do believe you have crazy baby strength.  

You love our new kitties and they are learning to tolerate your tail pulling and eye poking. I have no idea why they don't run from you. I think maybe they just like any attention they can get, even abusive attention. You love your fuzzy blankets when you're tired and give big open mouth kisses (almost) every time I ask. You still don't say momma but are very good at "dadadadada" and "yayayayaya."

You are all boy. Your favorite activities include climbing everything and wrestling on the floor. The rougher we wrestle, the harder you laugh. And you are most thrilled when your sisters play or wrestle with you. Mia continues to be your other mother but informed me recently that you are getting too big for her to hold. I'm a little sad about that. I so loved to watch her cuddle you. But I have no doubt you two will be great buddies in the near future and will probably be more mischevious together than I would like. 

We won't talk about your sleep habits because they are terrible but I will say that snuggling you throughout the night will be something I miss. Someday. If you ever decide to sleep like a normal person. 

You are by far the sweetest, most lovable boy I have ever met. I am such a lucky momma.

Love you to pieces,

Your momma

dear mia...on your third birthday

Dear Mia,

For every day, through July 30th, I called you my "two year old baby." I wanted to keep you little as long as I could. And even though I know three is still little, it feels more like a little girl age, not so much a baby anymore. And the truth is, you are really growing into a little lady.

You are crazy smart. You are beautiful. You are mischevious yet honest. You are brave and strong. You don't believe being small is a limitation on your ability to lift heavy things or climb to high places. You love babies and strongly dislike most animals. You love big and are loud when you're angry. 

I don't feel like words can accurately encompass how big your personality is. You challenge me in ways Laci never dared and yet, I can't help but laugh at you most of the time, even in your worst moments. Your blue eyes mesmerize me and your soft curls are irresistible. 

You talk. All. The. Time. You have many opinions, thoughts, and stories to share. And since you've been talking since forever ago, you bless us with complete sentences and complex words. You also repeat anything you hear so I have been trying really hard to use only my child-appropriate language. For the sometimes frequent slip-ups, we are working on why some words are for grown ups only. 

You are a momma in your heart already. I hope you grow up to have as many babies as you want and I pray they are all healthy little bundles of love. You already take such great care of your dolls... feeding them, changing diapers, "pumping" milk for them. Yes, you parade around with a breast pump sometimes. I find it amusing. You also try to take care of your brother, but as he gets bigger it is becoming less like playing baby and more like wrestling. I think he likes it that way. 

Your big sister is your best friend and you don't even realize it. You play so nice together when you aren't bickering over toys or pinching each other. And you and Harper are becoming friends too. The hot and cold type of friends where you either love each other or hate each other. I'm sure it will even out over time. 

I should probably keep a better record of the hilarious, sometimes shocking, things that come out of your mouth.  After pushing Harper the other day, you very matter-of-factly announced, "She tried to climb in my stroller and I didn't like it, so I pushed her." Something about your sweet voice and blatant honesty makes it hard to be mad at you.  But, we did have a little talk about not pushing people.

I love you you how you say "bannerina" (ballerina) and "punk-ems" (pumpkins).  How everything that happened before today must have happened "yesterday" even if it was months ago, and everything that will happen after today must be happening "tomorrow."

You had a follow up with your hernia surgeon last month, so we talked about the scar on your belly, why it's there and how the doctors fixed it. A few days later, during breakfast, you pulled up your shirt and said to Laci, "One time, yesterday, I had a hole in my belly and the doctor fixed it." And then you finished your cereal and didn't say another word about it for weeks. 

You have potty trained yourself. I mean, I've been helping you, but for the past month it's been your choice to wear undies instead of a diaper. Every few days you would go back to a diaper and I would just go along with it. I'm not really a fan of cleaning up accidents. You are now diaper free, even at night. I'm so very proud of you and I'm proud of me for being patient enough to wait until you were ready. We argue enough as it is, no sense in adding more fuel to the fire. And speaking of arguing, I finally took your bottle away, and after a few weeks of meltdowns and crying, you've stopped asking for it (mostly).

Happy birthday my feisty little angel with the mischievous heart and the wild hair.  I can't express enough how glad we all are to have you with us today.

Love, hugs, and kisses,
Your Momma
xoxoxo

***all photos taken on your last evening as a two year old...some camera, some iPhone***

noah | eight months

Dearest boy of mine,

When you wake up from your naps and I pick you up out of your bed, you wrap your tiny arms around my neck and hug me. Like really hug. A big squeeze.  And you lay your head on my shoulder. And it's the sweetest thing ever. You are never allowed to be too old or too big or too cool to hug me. Ever.

So.  Eight months old now.

You still have just two teeth.
You pull yourself up all the time and cruise along the furniture.
You also let go of the furniture because you think you can walk.
But you can't.
So you fall down and sometimes get hurt and then you cry.
I think you also cry because you are just mad that you can't walk yet.
You only want food you can feed yourself.
We let you gnaw on some corn and French bread the other day.
I'm pretty sure it was the best moment of your whole life.
You love the water.
Like really, really love the water.
When you see the pool, or the tub, or a puddle, you want to be IN it.
You aren't satisfied just floating around either. You get really mad when I put you in the baby floatie. You need to be fully IN the water.
Kicking your legs and splashing and putting your face down in it.
Like almost drowning IN it.
I love it.
You say "da da da da da" while I whisper "ma ma ma ma ma" in your ear.
But I know you love me more.
You are a busy, busy boy.
If your eyes are open, you're moving.  Or wiggling.  Or crawling.  Or pulling up.
Putting you to bed has become a wrestling match I do not enjoy. 

Slow down little man, you will not miss anything by taking your time. 

And oh man, do you think your sisters are awesome.
Their room, their toys, their hair. You can't get enough.
I doubt you'll always be so enamored by them.
But I'll let you in on a secret.
They love you too.
Yes, even Laci who freaks out anytime you get near her "special" stuff and threaten to cover it in slobber.
They love you so much.

I could go on for days about all the cute things you do and how much we love you, but I don't have that kind of time. You're probably trying to eat something off the floor or climb on top of the table at this very moment. 

Love you bunches my boy,

Your momma

Xoxo

PS:  I really should have thought ahead about how I would contain you in a chair for each of these monthly pictures.  No worries, your daddy was just outside of the frame catching you each time you tried to fling yourself out of the chair.

noah | seven months

Dear Noah,

It's time for my monthly check-in with you. What you've been up to. How you're growing. You've been a busy boy. 

In the last month, you cut two bottom teeth. You stopped eating food when they were coming through but you're getting your appetite back. You also pulled yourself up. Twice. Which is two times too many in my book. Since you turned seven months old (it's been a few days, I'm writing this late as usual), you have practiced daily this pulling up thing. The problem is, you think that once you pull yourself up, then you can just walk away. And you let go. And you fall down. Clearly, crawling no longer satisfies your need to move. I'm sure once you master standing, then walking and running will be sure to follow. 

You still wake me up every few hours through the night. I'm okay if you stop doing that now. But you've been better about taking naps. Keep doing that. 

Water. Oh my goodness, you love the water. Pool, bathtub, puddle...it doesn't matter. You splash and flip and wiggle around and I can barely hang onto you, and yes, sometimes it's almost hazardous to your health. 

And you're still loud. Very loud. You like to start "talking" as soon as your eyes open in the morning. And you "talk" while you play and while you eat and while you watch your sisters and while you ride around in the front pack and pretty much all the time. It ranges from grunty growling to the highest pitch squeal I've ever heard from any of my babies. No need to worry if you'll be heard in our house. 

The way you furrow your brows in seriousness at your toys reminds me of Laci. The way you chill easily wherever we take you reminds me of Mia. But you are certainly your own little person, doing things your own way. Please refer to kamikaze baby standing story above. Everyone says boys are different...wilder...reckless even.  And.     Well.     They are right. 

You had a doctor appointment today. Your stats are:

Weight: 17 lbs 1 oz (50th %)

Height:  27" (25th %)

You gave the nurse a giant smile, then she gave you three shots and you cried big alligator tears.  And then you recovered quickly and we went on our way.

I'll end by saying everyone who meets you, loves you. You were a center attraction at Aunty Beth's wedding, aside from the bride and groom of course. But don't let that go to your head. 

Much love to my beautiful green eyed boy,

Momma

Xoxo