Happy Birrrrrrthday, Owen!

Owen turned 4 March 15th, but judging by the number of times it was celebrated this year he's approximately 8. I know everyone wants to get a slice of the birthday action, so you can't begrudge both sets of grandparents wanting to have a birthday party, and of course on his actual birthday they made a little to-do in his preschool class. So this was party number 4, capping off a month of birthday revelry. I was a little worried about hosting up to 12 preschoolers here in this little house, but I shouldn't have worried. We had a turnout of 8, which turned out to be just the right size, and a good time was had by all.

One thing I love about 4 year olds in general and my four year old specifically is their love of costumes. Owen wanted a pirate party, and luckily we have a pirate costume:

I found bandanas, eye patches, and pirate tattoos for ridiculously cheap at oriental trading company (ps: environment, exploited chinese laborers - lets just get this out of the way now. I apologize.) and as the kids came in we got them get dressed as pirates.

I started the party by reading "How I turned into a pirate". I saw this at another party and thought it was a great strategy. that was a superhero party and when we got there the birthday boy's mom read a superhero book, which got all the kids in the superhero theme. It went really well.

Next, I had the kids decorate brown paper bags with pirate stamps, stickers, and markers (to later use as goody bags when we broke the pinata). I spent a lot of time rounding up pirate art supplies, including stamps and stickers, and expected this activity would last at least 20 minutes. Definitely not. It was well recieved but the kids spent five minutes each on their bags and announced they were done and went back to swashbuckling with balloon swords. Oh, well. Either way it was fun, though I suspect if it were girls this activity would have lasted longer.

Next I had planned a beanbag toss and a pinata. The beanbag toss was fun although none of the kids paid any attention to the line we had taped on the floor to stand behind and throw the beanbags. They all stood about 6 inches from it and then expected to be praised for getting all three beanbags in. We did the pinata next, which was awesome. One kid ended up going bananas on it and it broke in a very satisfying explosion of more pirate tattoos, chocolate dubloons, ring pops and plastic dinosours (again, oriental trading company is a party planner's friend).

Next came cake. The cake! Andy had made this totally awesome pirate cake last night, which took him forever and was truly a work of art, with multiple poop decks and some serious cake architecture, but sadly: the weight of the two sides of the cake boat were too much for the frosting and the whole thing came apart spectacularly at about 9:15 pm. We had to completely redo the cake (and by we, I mean, Andy had to completely redo the cake and I drank wine, kept up a running commentary on how great the first cake was, and did a 10pm run to CVS for more frosting). The second cake still came out great:

I had planned for all this to take the 2 hours of the party. ha! all of the above took 1 hour and that's a stretch with me dragging my feet before cake trying to figure out what else to do. Lesson learned: NEVER overestimate the attention spans of 4 year olds. After cake came about an hour of wild running around, swashbuckling, and just general 4 year old hillarity - (also a couple meltdowns and one potty accident, but really, far less than might be expected in a free-for-all of 9 kids) and overall everyone had a great time.

After everyone went home, Owen said it had been the best time ever, which Andy and I took to mean the party was a success. And we gratefully wash our hands of any more birthday celebrations for a year.

ARRRRRRGH!

When in Rome....

This is a fully grown silver laced wyandotte:

We now own 6 of 'em. Only they haven't hatched yet. We hope they're all ladies, (the hatchery gives us a 90% guarantee) but if one or more of them isn't, andy will have to practice his butchering skills because we're not keeping any full grown roosters in our backyard.

The hatchery will ship our day-old chicks on April 23, and we should recieve them 1-2 days after that. And the chicken-keeping portion of the lakeville experience will begin.

if you're nice to us, we'll give you fresh eggs. The ones we have leftover from bribing our neighbors with, of course!

For those of you interested in how the chicken experiment goes, I've read 2 books on chickenkeeping front to back and I'm ready to go. I plan to use the blog to chronicle the experience in a fair amount of detail because I know several people who are very interested in how it goes. So April 23 is d-(ish) day...stay tuned!

Big Boys and Little Boys

Almost 4 years ago, we brought 2 month old Owen to visit 1 year old Jack, the son of our good friends Erin and Chris:

This weekend, Erin drove out to visit with a nearly 5 year old Jack, and newly 1 year old Theo, to visit with Owen and Eli:

For some reason these photos made me realize how fast time really is flying! When did our babies get so big?!

One Room at a Time

I'm working on making the house feel more homey, and wanted to start with the kids' room. Decorating is definitely at or near the bottom of our life priority list, and we can live in a house with an ugly bathroom floor for a long time. But I feel like the boys room should look nice. For those readers who never saw our Boston house, I have to say, the boys' room was the highlight. Andy's mom did an amazing custom paint job to match the wendy belissimo bumblebee nursery set that I just fell in love with when I was pregnant with Owen. To this day, the thought of the new owners of the house painting over my nursery makes my heart ache and I prefer to delude myself by thinking that the 50-something lesbian couple that bought it were just so charmed by the nursery that they kept it just the way it was. Don't burst my bubble, friends, ok?

I'm not nearly as talented when it comes to painting and decorating, and sadly, the kids are really pushing too old for a baby nursery theme (although, had we stayed in our old house I probably would have kept them in the bumblebee room until they were 10 and 8. In retrospect, it's probably for the best that we left....) My lovely friend Jenna bought me an adorable package of transportation decals, so I broke out a level and a yardstick and made a line of them chugging around the walls of their room:

I used the royal blue curtains from our old dining room, and found a royal blue rug at home depot for $30, and I think that just those three things together (decals, rug, curtains) made the room look much more cozy. My mom had picked up a matching pair of multicolored striped blankets at Marshalls and gave them to me in the event I ever decided to change from pastels to primary colors, which came in handy:

Andy's mom had made wall decorations spelling the boys' names out of wood and painted them in a light green gingham-esque check to match the original nursery, and she's offered to repaint them in a royal blue and bright red, which I will take her up on. I think that once I put up those, the room will have a nice, finished look, good for the kids for a long while (I don't think Owen will be too cool for trucks until he's at least 8, do you?) but not too overdone. I'd love to paint the room, because I hate the bright white, but as you can see in the first picture the walls in all the bedrooms are textured, which the man at home depot advised me looks weird painted any color but white. So I think we might need to live with the white. Anyway, I feel good enough about this room to move one. One room down, 7 to go.

Diaper Free 2012*

Are we not supposed to talk about poop in the internet? I'm not sure what the rules are with respect to future mortification of children. I'm going to use my self-imposed rule that matters related to bodily functions under the age of 4 are fair game on the internet, after that it behooves a parent to be more circumspect. But with that said: we're potty trained, folks! Don't give me any credit. Elias followed his brother's lead in deciding one day that he was ready to use the potty, and then he ran with it. Also like his brother, it was like a light switch. One day, not trained. next day, trained. He decided on Sunday he was ready for undies full time, and he's only had 2 accidents to date. One of these was a pretty impressive pooptastrophe tonight, but that one was mostly my fault for not realizing that he wasn't done going and taking him off the seat too early. He's even been dry during his nap at school all 5 days this week. I am surprised, but thrilled. I realize that I have been very, very blessed in the toileting department. Owen was done with diapers (also 100% his own doing) at right around 2, I think the June after he turned 2 in March, and Eli obviously turned 2 last week. I think it's coincidental that they both followed the same pattern, and I'm certainly not going to pontificate on whatever spectacular parenting technique I used to accomplish training without fuss. Because if there's one thing I've learned, it's that much of parenting is luck, or the absence of it. Just like I didn't do anything wrong and have a 4 year old that has slept through the night only a handful of times, I didn't do anything right to get my toddlers in undies. I am very grateful, though. I know potty training can be a huge and stressful ordeal and have many friends who struggle with it mightily, even with their 3 and 4 year olds. I also have many friends who found labor and delivery a breeze and had sunny, cheerful babies who slept through the night starting at 4 weeks. Parenting karma gets spread around unevenly, what can you do? tonight, however, I'm celebrating the end of diapers (and assuming we have no more kids, this is really the END OF DIAPERS.) that's kind of...crazy. and liberating! And a little sad. But mostly awesome. It's kind of like carrying around a 50 lb sandbag for 4 years. You get used to carrying it around. After awhile, you barely even notice you're carrying it. until you drop it, and you realize how awesome life was before you started dragging the damn thing around! diaper free....wheeeeee!



* A few people who read this blog will get that allusion, know what's funny about it, and hopefully find the juxtaposition of why it's funny to the actual subject at hand (potty training young children) amusing and not depressingly....adult.

For Elias, on the Occasion of Your Second Birthday

Dear Elias, On Friday you are two! and I still can't believe it. In my head, you still look like this:

I don't remember your entry into the world as clearly as I remember your brother's. There was a lot of confusion, a lot of commotion. I do remember them wheeling me up to the special care nursery in the hospital bed, and I remember seeing you in the incubator.

I remember being out of my mind with worry on the way up to the nursery, until I spotted your gigantic, 9 1/2 pound self up there in special care with all the teeny tiny preemie babies and suddenly feeling better. Just look at you - I remember your dad and I laughing at how incongruous you seemed in that sea of tiny babies. I remember them bringing you down to me later in my room and saying you were going to be fine, and thinking "I already knew that". Besides that, it's a blur, but I can tell you your dad and I were so glad to finally meet you. you were an exceedingly laid back baby, which is hilarious because your pugnacious, extremely spirited 2 year old self has nothing in common with that baby. You used to just hang out and watch the world go by. At the time, I thought it was because you were just a mellow little spirit. Now I think you were just carefully observing your brother and taking notes on how to be a whirling dervish. Either way, you were chubby, charming, and deliciously cuddly.

This is you on your first birthday. You were adorable, but you weren't too sure about that cake. I'm fuzzy on the specifics, but I'm pretty sure you could walk but couldn't talk at 1, but you definitely already had a sense of humor.

You are a very funny guy, and we all appreciate it. Today, you told one of your best jokes. It goes like this: Eli: "Go seep?" Mom: "you want to go to sleep?" Eli: "yeah." (climbs onto the radiator and pretends to snore) "Eli seep on the radi-aty!" Mom: "no! boys don't sleep on the radiator!" Eli: Hysterical laughter. Hmm. maybe you have to be there. In any case, your brother and I think you're funny. Speaking of brother, I do know that brother was your first word - no wait, it was duck. Brother was your second word. No matter, it's still adorable. You and Owen will likely become mortal enemies at some point in the future, which is why I feel the need to point out that now, you are the best of friends.

I am frequently thankful that both you and your brother are boys, because as such you will likely care less than if you were girls that I have done absolutely no keeping-of-a-baby book for either of you. Many mothers (better mothers than I, I'm sure) carefully document each step, achievement and milestone, but I never got around to it, and now it's too late. So you'll have to accept this blog as good enough, and know that even though I have no idea how old you were when you got your first tooth, took your first step, or said your first word, I still love you immensely. You're the funniest marginally-intelligible guy I know. Much Love, Mom

Owen's at Skating lessons. Mom isn't.

I'm super excited this morning that Owen is at his first class of the learn to skate program at the local arena. As my devoted readers will remember, I'm a big skating enthusiast and we had Owen on skates before his second birthday. I'm also, it turns out, a bit of a stage parent when it comes to skating. Every time we take the kids to the rink and I take Owen out on the ice, Andy needs to tell me to calm down. Owen's still not a strong skater (come on! he's nearly 4) which causes me great stress. If he's going to be great he needs to be doing backwards crossovers, like, yesterday.... And this is why Andy is taking him to the learn to skate program, not me. Eli and I are enjoying some low-expectations Thomas the Tank Engine and coffee. And I am waiting eagerly for the report on the lessons. I really want Owen to love ice skating. I joke about making him a great figure or hockey skater, but the truth is I don't really care whether he ever gets any good at anything. Normal, moderately successful and happy are more or less the sum total of my goals for my children. But, I do hope that both of them enjoy ice skating because I enjoy ice skating, and it's something we can share. As a mom of two boys, and not likely to have any girls, I sometimes worry that in a house of 3 men Andy and the kids will have lots to share and enjoy together where as I'll be chief lunch packer, carpool driver and homework helper. I think part of pushing the kids into skating is so that we'll have something we can legitimately enjoy together. And of course, I do realize that I need to not push too hard! That's the best way I know of to get kids to hate whatever you're trying to get them to do and possibly you (Tiger Mother's opinions on the matter are not shared by me). But, I did recently join an adult women's hockey team (ha! yes, I really did. The Salisbury Stingers. I'm joining the season late but I skate with them for the first time tomorrow. We'll see if I can still walk afterward...) and I think it would be really fun if the boys do develop an appreciation for hockey. I feel like it's something our whole family can share. And I can't wait to hear how skating lessons went this morning!