1 year. ONE WHOLE FREAKING YEAR I haven't posted on here! I almost forgot this existed, until I realized I had a link to it on my Twitter account (which I also rarely use). But, I'm back. I hope to post more. I have become quite nostalgic these days, and reminiscing the kids, and feeling like i'm already losing my baby (who's only 3 months old, but really, he was a baby when he was born. i already feel like he's as old as my first baby, who is 5). Which leads me to announce - we had a baby 3 months ago!
Now we're at 3 kids, outnumbered, and although we are now playing zone defense, things at the Lo house are terrifically chaotic. I remind myself that these days won't last. I feel a sense of accomplishment if I can get 1 of these things done in each group:
Group A: eat breakfast, drink a cup of coffee, prep dinner
Group B: dishes, laundry, tidying up after the kids, shower, edit/work
Group C: play with the kids, get out of the house, saying the correct name for the correct child
Group D: breathe, drink water
So, I'm hoping to hop back on my blogging wagon for the remainder of this year!
Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts
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Thursday, July 14, 2011
Cara!
For those who have been loyal readers and followers of my blog.... we do in fact have another child. I just haven't really posted anything on her, because she's still fairly young, and doesn't do or say silly things yet!
But, that will change today! Cara, did something specatular today. She's only 23 weeks old, and she..... sat. On her bum! Oh, how they grow.... soon she'll be learning to drive.... *sigh*
But, that will change today! Cara, did something specatular today. She's only 23 weeks old, and she..... sat. On her bum! Oh, how they grow.... soon she'll be learning to drive.... *sigh*
Saturday, June 11, 2011
RIP 'Ici-Go-Go'
Joe and I are in mourning. We knew it was going to happen one day, but when it actually happened, we didn't expect the sadness that arose from it.
Since Colin could speak, he's always referred to oranges (the fruit or colour) as icigogo (ice/i/go/go). The funny thing was, when we said 'icigogo' to him, it was foreign. He thought he was saying orange the whole time, but it always came out as icigogo. We thought it was sooooo cute - as every parent would think about their child's quirks (but really - this one was cute. the cutest quirk. more cute than your kid's or any other child you know).
And then... today, at 3:30pm, while watching the opening sequence to The Backyardigans, he was listing off the colours he saw: "red, ewwo (yellow), boo (blue), geen (green), orange." And just like that, Ici-Go-Go was dead. There was no warning, there wasn't any process, just in a moment.... it was gone.
Joe and I stared at each other, and there was a sense of loss. We almost didn't know what to do, but then it started. We asked Colin to repeat the colours again. And there it was. "Or-ange". Okay, Okay. Joe got the fruit. "What's this Col?" Joe asked. "Or-range". Hmm... "what's this?" "OR-RANGE". Col probably thought we had been abducted by aliens... why were we in such a craze about this colour all of a sudden??
His baby days are fleeting, everyday he becomes more of a big boy. He's in his big boy bed, he likes to choose his own clothes, he takes his own clothes off (sometimes at inappropriate times...), helps cook, does chores like wiping the table... he's growing up.
The best parts of parenting are those treasured moments, when they are babies... I sometimes wish I could bottle up the 'baby-ness' so I could keep it forever, but then they won't grow up. What fun would it be to have an 18 year old son refer to oranges as icigogos? Not so cute anymore huh? Girls may slap him not knowing he was talking about oranges.
I digress. As parents, we grieve the loss of baby days, but we're also looking forward to what kind of young man he'll become. I can't hold on to it, so I'll blog about it. And shed some virtual tears.
Say it ain't so, rest in peace, icigogo.
Since Colin could speak, he's always referred to oranges (the fruit or colour) as icigogo (ice/i/go/go). The funny thing was, when we said 'icigogo' to him, it was foreign. He thought he was saying orange the whole time, but it always came out as icigogo. We thought it was sooooo cute - as every parent would think about their child's quirks (but really - this one was cute. the cutest quirk. more cute than your kid's or any other child you know).
And then... today, at 3:30pm, while watching the opening sequence to The Backyardigans, he was listing off the colours he saw: "red, ewwo (yellow), boo (blue), geen (green), orange." And just like that, Ici-Go-Go was dead. There was no warning, there wasn't any process, just in a moment.... it was gone.
Joe and I stared at each other, and there was a sense of loss. We almost didn't know what to do, but then it started. We asked Colin to repeat the colours again. And there it was. "Or-ange". Okay, Okay. Joe got the fruit. "What's this Col?" Joe asked. "Or-range". Hmm... "what's this?" "OR-RANGE". Col probably thought we had been abducted by aliens... why were we in such a craze about this colour all of a sudden??
His baby days are fleeting, everyday he becomes more of a big boy. He's in his big boy bed, he likes to choose his own clothes, he takes his own clothes off (sometimes at inappropriate times...), helps cook, does chores like wiping the table... he's growing up.
The best parts of parenting are those treasured moments, when they are babies... I sometimes wish I could bottle up the 'baby-ness' so I could keep it forever, but then they won't grow up. What fun would it be to have an 18 year old son refer to oranges as icigogos? Not so cute anymore huh? Girls may slap him not knowing he was talking about oranges.
I digress. As parents, we grieve the loss of baby days, but we're also looking forward to what kind of young man he'll become. I can't hold on to it, so I'll blog about it. And shed some virtual tears.
Say it ain't so, rest in peace, icigogo.
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