I’m going back through old pictures and offloading the more memorable ones. This is “Worksheets” from April 25, 2012. I am guessing my oldest did the coloring for this.
At nine-something this morning, Oliver will officially be four years old. I say nine-something because I can never remember the actual minute because I was unconscious at that particular moment in time. C-sections with general anesthesia are like that.
He is a sweet one, Oliver. A good family friend likes to say Oliver is an absolutely perfect mix of his brothers Porter and Liam. Playful like Liam, quirky sense of humor like Porter, and the tie that makes his brothers look related to one another. Because it’s true that before there was Oliver, Porter and Liam really didn’t look like brothers.
He was a surprise to all of us but really, this family is complete in a way that it would never have been without him. This boy that loves Doc McStuffins and light sabers and things with wheels and soccer balls. This boy with the highest pitch cry I have ever heard come out of a baby’s mouth. This boy that instinctively reaches for my hand every time we get out of the car. without. fail.
Oliver is a wonderful person in his own right. That fact cannot be overemphasized enough.
His turning four, though, makes me retrospective about this journey of motherhood I’ve been on for now eleven and a half years. I’ve grown as a mother–as a person– because of this boy. And I’ll be forever grateful to him because of that.
It’s been a rough few years, energy-wise, for me. I’m so sorry that has translated into boringness for the boys. Liam presented me with my Mother’s Day presents last night a little early and they were beautiful! However, in more than one portrait of me, he’d drawn me laying in the bed. I’m determined to break that image he has of me, lack-of-energy-be-d**ned.
I’m kind of in a lack-of-energy-be-d**ned across the board mood at the moment… This weekend will be full of getting this house in order (a little ahead of the two week planned schedule for cleaning). We will be able to have guests in this house on relatively short notice very soon. I am determined about that.
Last night after everyone was in bed, I planned out our summer play and meal schedules.
There will be trips to the Museum. There will be trips to the pool. There will be trips skating. There will be trips to the movies. There will be trips to the park. There will be trips to the library. There will be game nights again— we haven’t had one of those in a long time. There will be down-time too, but there will be structure this summer unlike any summer we’ve ever had. It’s time. For my sanity and theirs, we need to do things this summer. Nearly every day, there will be some kind of outing outside the house.
Both big boys are also going to camp this summer, right in the middle of the summer, so it will be a nice break-up of the monotony of every day at home, even with the outings.
Summer is short this year. School starts on August 3!
O and I go out every day to get the boys off the bus at 2:45. It’s earlier than the bus actually gets there, but it gives O some time to run around. He has a “hill,” a favorite spot in the yard. It’s actually part of a buried giant magnolia tree root, but he loves it something fierce.
When the school year started and I realized that I would have to go to the end of the driveway because giant bushes block the view to our front door, I kind of dreaded it. I wasn’t sure I would have it in me to get out there every day and just stand and wait, and I was worried about forgetting someday and making them ride back to school to go to after-school. But it turns out that the bus stop routine has been the one constant for O and I all year long. Early in the school year when O was younger and I wasn’t sure I could keep him from running to the end of the driveway, O would ride his tricycle every. single. day. He learned to ride his tricycle, in fact, because of the bus stop routine. The bus stop has been our constant since August and I’ve come to be thankful for that time.
In other news, we finally figured out why I’ve been so. tired. all. the. time. I’ve made sleeping until 11 a.m. a regular occurrence, and it’s not really associated with my depression. My thyroid levels have been off again, meaning I’ve been getting too much medicine. So, now I have to alternate different doses every day. Fun stuff. At least there was an answer with an attemptable solution.
Big boys have standardized testing starting tomorrow, so their teachers sent home instructions that they are to be outside playing and exercising as much as possible every day. Thankfully, the boys are on board with this idea.
We have started the major overhaul of the new house, the overhaul we have known was coming eventually ever since we moved in last June… painting the inside walls. We went with Valspar’s “Ultra White.” I got a bee in my bonnet about it on the Tuesday of Spring Break, and sent J to the store to gather all the necessary supplies. But then I ran out of steam, what with the thyroid issue, and J had to finish the job I started. We have one room done– the family room. I love the color and how much brighter it makes the room. I cannot wait to have the rest of the house done, but it will have to wait until we have help to get it done because I can’t guarantee I won’t get in the middle of it again and flake out. Anyway, no pictures of the finished room until I get the house straightened up, which is not today.
This sassy boy is three years old today!
I am so proud to be his mom. This surprise boy has captured our whole family’s hearts in his three years on this Earth. He has a larger-than-life personality and he is incredibly sweet and thoughtful. He loves his brothers. His current favorites include running around our yard and cars of just about any kind. He also loves to play video games with his brothers. He has a best friend at his school. His favorite snack food is cheese balls.
I am thrilled that as he grows and becomes increasingly independent, he still loves cuddling occasionally with Mommy and Daddy. It does my heart good to be able to rock this little one to sleep sometimes, still.
Life threw this family a tremendous curveball filled with love when this little boy came into the world. O, I love you to the moon and back ten million times over. I am so thankful to be your mom.
This baby holds my heart.