It's quite catchy and even some of our family members have commented they sing this when they see garbage trucks now. Here is a photo of the boys waiting to see Miguel!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
I do feel bad though because I was moody in the morning - I swore not to be but Father's Day has been bitter-sweet for me the past two years. A few weeks before the boys were born, my dad suddenly passed away. It's all those dreams I had of my dad coming to see the boys, play with the boys, fish with the boys were gone in a second. He was so excited about our pregnancy and came over all the time during my pregnancy to keep me company while I was on bed rest. My relationship with my dad really developed over the past 10 years and I felt so close to him those last years. I always visited him and stayed with him during the summers when I was younger and in college but once I moved back to Florida, I really got a chance to have a father/daughter relationship that I am so thankful for. It just sucks that he isn't here.
I can remember one of my last conversations with him, it was right after we had that New Baby Class at the hospital and they had educated us on SIDS and second hand smoke. My dad had planned on helping me when the boys were going to be born, he didn't work so our plan was he was going to be here everyday. I called him in a panic after the class and said neurotically...."Dad, you have to keep several sets of clothes at my house that we can wash because if you go outside to have a cigarette - when you come back in- you can't hold the baby unless you shower and change clothes. It increases the chances of SIDs - okay"?! I didn't want to hurt his feelings about it and he sweetly said to me very calmly " Jod - I will just quit, I need to anyway and what a perfect time - I am going to quit for the babies, you and me!" Two days later he passed away from a massive heart attack.
So this year it was like my heart was being tugged at in all directions. I was filled with joy for Ken, our family, filled with joy for all our grandpa's and filled with joy from all the great, funny memories of my dad. Not having him here physically, getting to hug us and talk to us is the part that really tugs my heart the other way. You always wish you had more time, to say those important things you didn't get to say that you MEANT to say. I was more moody about it this year because reality is setting in and I am not as much on survival mode now that the boys are getting older. He really isn't here and really isn't here to have dinner with us on such a special day. It really hit me in the morning when I actually went to pick up the phone after I got dressed and I thought - Let me call Dad and see what is going on.
So Dad.... I know how much you loved me and how much you loved Kenny and that you were so excited to see him as a dad! The pictures below of Ken and the Seashells remind me of the first time you took me to the beach! Traditions and memories will still be passed on, even though you are not here. I love you so much, more than ever and we all miss you so much. I miss your fishing stories, I miss your boat stories, I miss your "Mr. McGoo" humor, I miss feeling your beard when you reached in to give me a hug, I miss your cologne and I miss your calls saying : "Hey Jod- whats going on"? When you look down on us Dad, smile because you can see that I married a wonderful man who is such a sweet loving sole, who loves his family and who will pass on so many of the things you once loved (especially fishing!) :)
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
These guys are so expressive....especially when it comes to the YMCA! We decided it would be a great idea to put the boys into a nice faith-based nursery school to get some interaction with other kids, without mom. Little did we know nursery school follows the same schedule as the academic school year and there are CRAZY long waiting lists for next year.
So....in the interim, we decided to join the YMCA. A great solution for the summer right? The kids get a new activity in the "Kids Zone", I get a workout to help me stay balanced and it is a air-conditioned activity. I even started thinking...humm...maybe I will use that time at the gym to get ready for the day and actually blow dry my hair at their facilities and be ready to tackle the day.
Well..it's been two weeks and it sucks. School is out and there is probably like 30 kids in there at once with 3-4 adults. It is just a holding cell for kids.
I hate them being away from me. We all have separation anxiety - I think mine is just as bad! Everyone keeps assuring me that they (we) will get used to it. I know it takes time but in the meantime, how do you get used to your kids saying in a anxious sad voice on the way there : "No Y- ma ma- no Y" "Don't like". Then, when I drop them off it is shear TERROR. They are okay for a few minutes, then they just seem to get lost in the sea of kids. They also seem to panic and are freaked out they are in a place without me with strangers. I guess that would be scary for any kid that is not used to being without their mom. It kills me and I hate it. I thought maybe after two weeks it would get easier but it hasn't. I almost think - is it worth it? Today was better but it still was not fun.
Here are just a few of the weird random separation anxiety thoughts I have to give you an idea :
-What if their allergies flare up because of to many dust mites?
-Why is that kid in this room that is coughing up a lung?
-What if they get sick from these other people - how am I going to deal with two sick kids at once again?
-Are they giving them enough eye contact and nurture?
-What if some weird freak takes them?
and it goes...on and on....... During my work-out I continiously stare down the hall where they are....trying to watch every move of everyone walking in that direction. Even though there are like three walls between the cardio machines and the Kids Zone. Crazy - I know.
For the boys to just bust out in tears without me there to comfort them is the hardest. Aghhh! I know I am the one that has to over come the separation anxiety first and lead the boys....because who on earth wants their kids to ever be terrified?
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I love that I have a huge family (7 brothers and sisters - my youngest sister is 12) but I hate that I don't live right next to them! I really miss having all of them near, especially having sisters that are the perfect age for babysitting!
Last week, my mom came down with my three of my sisters and brother! The boys loved every moment of it! My mom was in her glory, she has always been the "children type" - hence having 6 kids and working as a teacher's aid for years. Honestly, I don't know how she did it - and she never ever complains about how tired or hard it is/was and is a calm, quiet person by nature. Nothing like me, right? She has been a great sounding board and always seems to have the right thing to say when I am at my wits end.
For example, last week I called her: "Mom, they are driving me crazy with the tantrums and wanting to do EVERYTHING themselves. Is it something I am doing wrong that they are always it time out - is this normal"? Very calmly, she says to her panicked daughter - "Honey, they are two - of course it is normal. Haven't you heard of the terrible twos -its all a phase, they are testing their boundaries and learning".
Oh.....that's right! Whenever I feel like I am going nutz with these little guys, I keep trying to remember that. She jumped right in when she was here and started reading to the boys, playing ball and hide and seek.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Christian up on the truck, listening to everything he was learning