I'm not sure if anyone actually reads this blog anymore, but I have such a huge collection of these gems, I needed to post them somewhere, even if it's just for my own memory's sake. This boy is full of some great sayings:
Nunny - It's what he calls a bunny. So cute. What doing? - When he wants to know what you're up to. Meh-meh tree - Christmas tree. No fair! - His response anytime he thinks he's getting the short end of the stick. When did two year olds learn of this concept? I blame the older siblings. Yeah peese! - Yes please! Yuv Yoo! - Love you... he says this to me every morning when I get him out of his crib. Dirt bag! - When the kids get Halloween/Easter/Christmas candy, we put it in Ziploc bags with their names on it. The older two started referring to these as "dessert bags". Lucas can't say that, so he asks for his "dirt bag". Nino/Nina - His names for Mattias and Elise. It's a shortened version of brother/sister in Portuguese. nem-minem-minems - M&Ms Nuggle - His word for snuggle. He asks me for "nuggles" every night. Yeth - Yes Hold you - I know lots of kids say this, but it's so adorable I never want him to stop saying it. Guppies - What he calls fruit gummies Dat mines - This is what he screams if you take something that belongs to him Right hew - His response if you ask him where he is. The other day Mattias was asking me if I could wipe his bum after, well... you know. Taking a cue from Chick-fil-a, I responded, "it would be my pleasure." To which Lucas replied, "No! Dat mines! Dat mines pleasure!" I guess when you're two, everything really does belong to you. And last, the one that inspired me to post this, just happened today. Lucas was in the kitchen and started yelling, “My nuts! My nuts! I can’t reach my nuts!” I came in to find him reaching for a magnet that has a picture of peanuts on it. So funny and inappropriate all at the same time.
Yesterday was National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Day. I didn't find that out until well into the afternoon. It makes me sad that the day that is meant to honour our lost children isn't really talked about.
Much like the loss itself.
I discovered that there would be a candle lighting close to where I live, so the kids and I went.
I lit a candle and cried for my son. And for all the little lives taken too soon.
If you are FB friends with my husband, you have already heard the news, but for those of you who are not, it is with immense grief and sadness that I share that we have lost the baby. My water broke a week ago, but the baby still had a strong heartbeat, so they sent me home to see what would happen. Unfortunately, the follow-up sonogram on Monday showed the heartbeat was gone and the baby had died over the weekend. Monday I was induced and delivered a tiny baby boy, who we named Nicolas Daniel. The pain and heartbreak is indescribable. Thank you to all who sent messages via FB, or email. I have read every single one of them with tears in my eyes, knowing that we are loved.
One of the days I'll have the time to do an honest-to-goodness, actual post. Until then, more cute pictures of my offspring! Our littlest man turned 18 months old over a week ago. My, where has the time gone?
I love this little guy from the silky curls on his head right down to his big, squishy feet.
The unthinkable has happened. Actually, it happened a few weeks ago but I've been so broken up, that I haven't been able to verbalize my feelings until now.
SoapNet went off the air on New Years Day. And with it, Beverly Hills 90210; the only reason for ever watching that channel. Because of this, piles of laundry are slowly taking over my house.
How are the two connected? Because nothing could spur me on to fold shirts and roll socks like the exploits of Brandon, Brenda et al. I could burn through 5 baskets of clean clothes during the 2 hour time slot during which those crazy kids hooked up, drank up, smoked up, broke up, broke down, burned down, and burned out.
It wasn't something I had to watch; just a little world that I could peek into to distract me when doing mind-numbing work. I didn't watch it every day and probably never saw an episode in its entirety. But I could always turn it on and find out if Donna was still a virgin. Or if Dylan was with Brenda or Kelly. Did Steve ever grow up? Did Brandon ever stop being a self-righteous turd?
Now that it's gone I will never find out how sweet Kelly Kapowski from Saved by the Bell turned into crazy Val Malone just by moving zip codes.
I blame Facebook... now if you want ridiculous, over-the-top drama, all you have to do is turn on your computer.
So goodbye to my favourite 30-somethings playing teenagers, and the TV show that had the coolest theme song guitar riff of the 90s. I'm hoping you'll find your way back via another network one day.