As per usual Mommy is running late with the birthday post, but maybe that is because we had such a crazy, whirlwind time. I still can’t believe that you are already four years old. My sweet baby son. November 9 was your last day of Pre-K last week before the long weekend, and your teachers graciously granted permission for you to have a party in your classroom. You requested a Francesco (from Cars 2) cake and I was worried whether or not I would be able to deliver. I managed to pull off the cake and a pinata for you to share with your friends. I hope you liked them.
- Francesco cake? Check (and a McQueen pinata to boot)
It was so fun to watch you and your classmates celebrate. I couldn’t believe how excited and enthusiastic the other kids were. As I snapped pictures of you all (carefully) wielding the pinata stick I almost cried thinking ahead to the future. I can just imagine seeing these pictures during the graduation video when you finish Grade 12. I’m so silly, getting all weepy about you finishing high school when you aren’t even in kindergarten yet but that is me.
November 10 dawned and you were four. You were so excited because not only was it your birthday but you were going to the city alone with mommy. Unfortunately we were going to the ophthalmologist to check on your eye. I got sad when he said you will have surgery in January, but you were having so much fun with my iPhone I hope you didn’t notice.
my brave hijo
After a few quick stops we were on our way home for your second party with our family. You seemed to have a great time, surrounded by the people who love you most. When you went to bed that night you hugged me close and asked if I was your best friend. I said what I always do when you ask me this…”always.”
Te amo mucho Junior.
This post comes a day late my handsome, but do not take that as a reflection of my love for you. You and your brother and sister always come first in my life. I did not get this post done in time because we had such a busy day at your party. I am sad that I did not get to take as many (good) pictures as I would have liked…I hope I will be able to get some from the other people that attended the party.
You are such a wonderful baby and have truly been a gift to our lives. Everybody always remarks how easy going and happy you are…I am constantly reminded how lucky I am to be your mommy. It seems like only yesterday I live tweeted your birth (I know, I know. I’m sorry. You probably will not enjoy reading that when you grow up…skip the parts about dillating.)
Did you know that on your birthday you awoke at 5 am to give me a big grin? Truthfully you ALWAYS awake with a smile (you did not get that from me) but this was special and brought a tear to my eye because you were born at 5 am. It felt amazing to share the moment with you when you turned exactly 1. (Bless your little heart for going right back to sleep after our moment.) My boy I love you so much it hurts my heart. I would give you the world if I could. I hope you enjoyed your birthday…friends, family, laughter, pinatas, pony rides, presents, cake and best of all – LOVE. Te amo mucho mi hijo.
Yes, that is a pony and no he didn't get to keep it.
P.S. Mommy is so assigning someone as a photographer next time so she doesn’t miss any special moments
Don’t worry this isn’t one of those “letter to my child” posts. There is no way I am that sentimental.
Ok. I lied.
I just checked on you and you are still sleeping. It is hard for me to believe that today you are 5. (Yes, you were born at night but legally you are five.)
Thank you for being my baby (you will always be my baby girl) and I’m sorry that I’ve had to learn about being a mom at your expense. Maybe at times I’ve made the wrong decisions, but my love for you was at the heart of every single one. You came into this world and you changed my life for the better. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect first born.
Everyone always first remarks on your hair and how pretty you are…I know how you hate that. You are sweet, caring and unselfish (your brothers are so lucky, mine were not that fortunate.) At times crowds and new people make you uncomfortable, and I understand…people can be difficult to deal with at times. You are headstrong, opinionated and charming. I can just imagine the discussions we will have. I hope I rise to the new challenges of being a mother just as you tackle new situations–like Kindergarten which is coming up quicker than I anticipated.
Today we will treasure every moment. I promised you a small party instead of a huge gathering. There will be cake. There will be bubbles. There will be laughter. There is always love.
I love you Skye Blue, mi cielo.
XOX. Love, Mommy
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Things are going quite well, Diego will be three months on Friday and Junior will be 3 on Wednesday. THREE. Wow, I can’t believe how quickly time flies when you are sleep deprived. Diego is sleeping a lot better and work is going well. My back up plan of becoming an heiress still has not come to fruition.
OH!! I got a Blackberry Torch…it is SO SEXY y’all. *chickychickybowwow*
Back to my little (big) man
I was going to use the other picture when he was baring his teeth
That picture reminds me of Halloween. We were so excited because it was our first Halloween in our own house. We got over 150 kids, the lady who lived there before us said she never got more than 10. I’m so glad we were prepared for lots of kids (I figured if I didn’t get many it could all go in Junior’s pinatas.) Nehemias followed a custom that he says is common in Mexico—he cooked for the parents. OMG HIS TAMALES ARE AMAZING! If we weren’t already married we would def be now. We live in a small town 10 minutes from my rez so people didn’t think it was strange…although they were surprised. The next day I lost count of the people that came up to me to rave about his cooking while I was running errands.
Anyway, back to Halloween. It ruled.
She couldn't decide on a costume
She kept changing her mind...
Until she went back to her first choice
My lil' punkin
Luckily there was a back up costume due to an unfortunate diaper explosion
Today was First Nation Remembrance Day here in Canada. This is a link to my late Mosom’s story from 1999, he has passed on now but I think it deserves a click.