Remembering when...

Last week was a week of celebration. Got to hold baby Nora Witherow and celebrate her birth, got to celebrate - sadly, from afar - the entrance of baby Jake Bearden into the world the very next day and then got to "shower" baby Ross and baby Claire as they continue to grow inside their mommy. All of these babies made me start remembering when my two were born. It's amazing to think how much I loved them then and how I love them more with every passing day.

Nate - September 8, 2008

Will - September 27, 2006

Love being a mommy!

I am thankful for the two little people in my house that call me "mommy." I love them more and more every day. I wouldn't trade being their mommy for anything else in the world. Every day is mommy's day for me - but my guys made this one pretty special.

I had an ideal day: a run, church, a nap, the beach with friends, and lots of cuddles from my boys. And to top it off I got handprints on paper and lots of other sweet, crafty things from my boys that they've been working hard on. Will came home one day and told me, "Mommy's holiday is coming up. But it's a secret." He almost spilled the beans on Friday. He kept trying to tell me about something he made and Brian kept shushing him. Will finally got out, "All I was going to say is that Miss Tammy took my picture." I guess he just wanted to give me a little clue! And I got a bag, flip-flops and a dress from my hubby (that I actually won't be returning!). I couldn't have asked for a better day!

Somehow I didn't take the first picture this Mother's Day but thanks to our impromptu beach party on Jekyll Sunday afternoon I have proof of the fun. (Thanks, Whit!)

We have a 'sitiation'

Yes, we have a 'sitiation' - or 'situation,' if you will. The first situation being that it has literally been a whole year since posting - May 3, 2009. How sad is that? My last post was the boys in a bath so it is only fitting that I try to get back in the swing of things with another bath story. So here goes...

The boys got to spend some time with their Mimi and Pops last week in Albany while I was in Nashville. It was Saturday night and bath time. My parents have a huge tub so the boys think they are in a swimming pool when they're at their house. My mom had already taken Nate out of the tub and walked into their room when all of a sudden they hear, "Pops, pops...I have a 'sitiation.'" My mom and dad just looked at each other like - did he really just say that? So my dad goes back into the bathroom where Will proceeds to say again, "Pops, I've got a 'sitiation' in here, hurry." My dad asks him what's going on and, lo and behold, the soap has broken up into lots of tiny pieces and he can't seem to get them all rounded up. I mean, that's a 'sitiation' if I've ever heard one!

You just never know what's going to come out of that boy's mouth. We laugh at the words he's picking up on and laugh even harder when he actually uses them in the correct context. Nate's saying some words - you know the kind only a mommy and daddy can make out - but it won't be too long before he's telling us all about his 'sitiations', too!

Here's a pic - not so much a bath pic - but there is water involved!

Splish, splash I was taking a bath…

Nate is sitting up so well these days, which makes bath time a lot more fun now that he’s out of his infant tub. Brian blew up the ducky this week. I’m not sure who was more excited about it – Nate or Will! It's a pretty tight fit with both of them in there, but Will refuses to have it any other way. Just two brothers having some fun!

‘Oh, how I love Jesus’…and Georgia?

One of Will’s favorite songs these days is “Oh, how I love Jesus.” It is the most precious thing to hear! I’ll have to see if I can get fancy on this blog and upload him singing it. He’s been singing it for about a month now. Well, this past weekend he got on a singing kick. He was in his own little world singing his heart out when all of a sudden we hear, “Oh, how I love Georgia....” What??? Brian and I just looked at each other and busted out laughing. To which Will responded by singing about loving Georgia even louder. Thankfully, he’s gone back to the original words. I guess his daddy should be thankful he decided to love something near and dear to his daddy’s heart! Could you imagine Brian’s reaction if he decided to love Florida?! I thought I would post the words that our two year old loves to sing. Can I just tell you how thankful I am for a family who loves Jesus!

O how I love Jesus,
O how I love Jesus,
O how I love Jesus,
Because He first loved me!

There is a Name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in my ear,
The sweetest Name on earth.

‘I not mean to do it’

It has amazed us how analytical a 2 ½ year old can be. Will’s phrase of the week has been, “I not mean to do it,” which usually follows a very intentional act. Lately we hear this little phrase right after we see something flying towards Nate’s head. Will loves his brother to pieces but is still learning what he can and can’t do.

Yesterday morning Will walked into my room where Nate was sitting while I was getting ready and proclaimed, “Nate is so big.” I will admit Nate has hit a growth spurt and when he sits up like a big boy he does look a lot bigger. So it was a very perceptive comment, but I think Will has begun to think of Nate as a “big boy” like himself instead of a baby, which means he’s a bit more apt to rough house with him.

We’re just waiting for the day that Nate can get him back, which won’t be much longer. And then Nate can proclaim, “I not mean to do it!”

'I Just Perfect!'

Will had surgery last week…tubes put in his ears, adenoids taken out. Surprisingly, after they called us back and did all of the preliminary stuff he went right back with the nurse like a big boy (of course, it’s hard for Will to pass up on a balloon!). As Will was walking off with the nurse the anesthesiologist warned us that when he woke up Will would be very upset – not because of the pain but because of the gas they would be giving him. I think that was the hardest part for us, having an inconsolable, crying little boy and not being able to do a thing about it. By the time we were ready to go he had calmed down and we were able to get to the car without too many stares. Even though he was still out of it he did know enough to remind me that we had promised him a Target trip to get a new train. I had to get his prescription filled anyways so to Target we went. Since he was still pretty groggy and still a bit out of it Will didn’t want to walk, didn’t want to ride in the stroller and didn’t want to get in the buggy, which meant mommy got the fun task of carrying him around Target (along with Emily the train, of course) while we waited on the prescription. After about 15 minutes of that I said, “Will, mommy is really tired. Can you stand for just a minute? You are so heavy.” To which he lifted his head up and looked at me with half closed eyes and said, “No, mommy, I just perfect.” Yes, my little bug, I think I’ll second that!