You’re A Little Fun Mom. But, Dad’s Really Really Fun!

Thanks Wesley, Happy Mother’s Day to me. Haha.

3 years, 10 months, and 5 days ago I became a mommy (in the tangible sense, I guess technically he was in-utero before that). Exactly 10 months ago I was blessed with my second beautiful boy. Motherhood has been good to me. I have the sweetest little men in my life and I could not ask for more.

Hollis is 10 months today. This is odd to me. Last year at this time I was pregnant and huge. I knew not what awaited me, I had no idea what my little guy was going to be like, and I didn’t know how we were going to adjust to being a family of four. I am so pleased Hollis came along. He is hilarious. He is into everything, busy, expressive, shy, demanding, loving, and a thrill seeker. He loves to scream, mimic, and play. He wants you to notice him constantly, and reward your for your efforts. He is a jewel and a perfect fit. I know every parent thinks their child is the absolutely most extraordinary thing in the world, this is true for myself x2. There isn’t a minute that goes by that I am not in constant awe of my children. They were tailor made for me and I believe that.

Wesley, my little wild man, is 3 years and 10 months + 5 days. He is a bundle of energy, noise, spit, and drama. I adore him, even when he spits on me making blasting noises. I adore that I have to walk around the block with him while he acts like he has been poisoned by the “bad guys” and makes these ridiculous coughing and spitting noises until we get back home where TC can x-ray him. I love that he says the smartest things and that he eavesdrops on everyone’s conversation and then asks questions about it. I love that when he hears a new song, he’ll say “what does it mean to be lonely.” What three year old says that? He amazes me. He is charismatic, and engaging. He throws a tantrum like the best of them and will not drop anything, but that’s what makes him him. I’m so glad he entered my world.

Here are some pics from our Mother’s Day outing today. We hiked to feed the ducks. It ended abruptly when a snake joined us. Wesley thought his rain boots made him aquatically invisible, he was ready to plunge into the deep with those shoes.

and we wrapped the fun up with out favorite yogurt spot, Cafe Yolly.

The Walk

Over the last few days we have been taking evening walks. I strap Hollis into the ergo and we head out. Only we don’t head out as our normal selves, we have to be these characters that Wesley created. He is “Lighting Flash”, TC is “Fire” (the master), I am “Ice”, and Hollis “Thunder”. I asked him if I could be the master and he said “no, the master is the strongest person.” I told him I was much stronger than daddy, but he wouldn’t budge. I am lowly Ice. We have to go around the neighborhood fighting imaginary bad guys, they tend to congregate in the little grassy knoll area. We have to hide behind trees and fight them. I am positive this looks ridiculous, but Wesley gets such a kick out it. Definitely worth it.

In the Wildflowers…

I took the photos when I picked Wesley up from Indy’s house the other day. I had passed this field many times and was determined to get a few photos before flower season was over. Wesley loved romping out there, the flowers were all battling. Hollis was all grins as normal. Here they are all, I did a lot of photo damage in about 15 minutes. Ha.

The Boy and His Ball

Hollis’ new favorite thing. Playing with a ball brings him immense amounts of joy. A full body wiggle, scream, scoot, and holler kind of excitement.

Love my Bugs

I am painstakingly behind on my photos and I don’t know how to catch up. Life is moving in fast motion, but big exciting things are happening. For starters, we sold our house. Wahooooooooo. I don’t know if it was ever picked up on from my blogging tone, but I never much cared for living in the suburbs. At least, not my suburban neighborhood. So I am OUT of here!! Our house is under contract and we are closing on May 25th (knock on wood). We are also under contract to buy a house in TRAVIS county (haha), near the Arboretum, near my mom, OK really really close to my mom. It is two doors down, ha. We are thrilled. It is an older home that needs a lot of work, so we won’t actually be moving in until sometime this summer. I can’t wait. Inspection is on Tuesday, so that is the last hurdle we have to jump before closing. Hopefully there are no skeletons in the closet (literally).

In other news, life is humming along quite nicely. Hollis is hilarious. He is really busy. Extremely busy. Like his big brother he shares a love of shutting doors. When Wes went mobile he went around our house shutting every single door. Hollis does the exact same thing. No door shall remain open. Hollis’ favorite word is “Ga.” He responds to everything with ‘ga”. He is very social. He likes solid foods suddenly, and especially likes ice fresh water. He loves to mischievously climb on the stairs, and cracks up laughing when he is doing it. He loves a good laugh, and I love nothing more when Wesley & Hollis share a fit of laughter. It makes my heart want to burst.

Wesley continues to amaze me. He has transformed into 100% boy and I am mostly okay with this unless he forgets who his audience is and karate chops my face. He is all mouth noises, potty humor, and wrestling. He is still full of questions, and the more tired he becomes the more questions arise. It can be painful. He loves his music class, is absolutely the worst soccer player I have ever seen (he likes to act more like a sorcerer on the field), and a bucket of fun. It is fun to watch him socialize with his peers, discover the world around him, and watch him live in a fantasy world where he is constantly under attack of ninjas, bad guys, and other various spooky things. I’d love to be in his head for a day. The other day I walked in my room and he was holding my iphone and trying to have a discussion with Siri. He pressed the button and asked Siri “What is the best cookie in Austin.” I  cracked up. Then he said, “Best Poo-poo in Austin.” and that about sums up my boy.

The Grunter

Hollis is a baby on a mission. He’s not a bad baby, but a busy baby and a vocal baby. I think he is quite hilarious. He has various forms of grunt ranging from happy to dissatisfied to really angry. Such a funny little love.

I am SO behind on photos it is not even funny. I am still trying to get through March. One day, when life slows down I’m going to post lots of pics. But until then, we’ll admire his adorableness with the one.

St. Patrick’s Day- 2012

Celebrating St. Patty’s Day with the Irish clan at Milbourn Park. Fun times.

 

March, Where Did You Go?

Hollis is our wild-man. There is not doubt about it. He is a strong arming, strong willed, independent baby on the move, hold his own cup, eat big boy food, look at me when I grunt kind of kid. But he does it all with a smile, grin, and a coo. He is adorable. He is just the complete opposite of Wesley as a kid. When Wesley was his age we could sit him in front of a water table and Wesley would dump and pour, and play for hours on end. Hollis is practically in the tub, water is flying, he is eating dirt, leaves, sticks, and dinosaurs, and just soaking wet. Which is fine, just different. When I picked him up from daycare the other day he was covered from head to toe in dirt. He was just playing away in the dirt, digging around, trying to eat it, trying to catch small leaves and put them in his mouth. Just having a ball being Hollis. He is impossible to feed, give medicine too, change his diaper, and bathe. But he likes to go to bed early so he is well rested for his next day of adventure and mess. He is perfect.

Wesley and Hollis are just their own little creations. But they sure love each other. Wesley continues to be his awesome and hilarious self. He is into potty humor (which I find horrifying), loves wrestling, lego star wars, and his History of Lego’s Book. He wants a watch that he “can wear on his wrist” and is obsessed with his grandparents. Grandma bought him and Indy birds for her house which they named “Ninja” and “Lego Ninjago.” He still loves chess and is beginning to pick up how each player moves and “actually makes good first moves” as TC claims. TC is thrilled. He has finely groomed a wrestling loving, chess playing, literature loving, adorable boy who has a wild imagination and a mind of his own. I am pretty thrilled too.

Here is some photos from Spring Break. We went to Georgetown with Bapa and had a ball!

 

Don’t Mess with Batman

Today we went for coffee with our friends down on South Congress. While we were there a guy pulled his car into the parking lot. Only his car was a replica of the Batmobile. Then out of the Batmobile came a fully dressed Batman. It was a very authentic set-up.

Wesley was sitting on TC’s lap when Batman exited his car and walked by. Wesley slunk low into TC’s lap, lowered his head and nervously whispered, “Don’t mess with him Daddy.”

You know TC always stirring up trouble.

 

 

The King of Weeds

Wesley is the king of weed these days. It’s a hate/love relationship. He told Frances to “call him” when she was ready to take care of her weeds. Here is the king playing with grandma and the dandelions.

I just love this guy. He amazes me daily, such a funny little love.