Month: June 2007

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Dailah

It’s kind of tough to write about Dailah. There’s something about being a mom to a little girl. I can’t put my finger on it quite yet, but once I find the words I’ll be sure to write about it. Anyway, whatever it is, I wouldn’t mind having more of it.

Though I’ve always wanted a little mini-me, it has been brought to my attention Dailah looks like her dad. After much reflection I must admit there are some stark similarities even the most narcissitic of moms couldn’t deny. Last night when I was giving Dailah and Trysten a bath, I noticed she had her daddy’s darker complexion. This means she will have that beautiful bronzed tone from just being outside for a few minutes. (Needless to say, this also means Trysten will be burned to a crisp in the same short time span, sorry Tman!) She also has his amazing eyes with beautiful long lashes. She has his terrific, perfectly plump, naturally pink lips. She has his build (that is to say, lots of junk in the trunk) and I’m told Zach used to move his hands and feet all the time as she does. She also (thankfully) has his chin that doesn’t dip down when she smiles. She also has his sleep schedule. Stay up late, sleep in. Coax me to going to sleep but just try to wake me before I’m ready. They’ll take a nap if there’s nothing better to do and even then, if they remember while sleeping that they’re missing out on life, they’ll wake up ready to go.

But she does resemble me a bit anyway. She has all of my thick hair that tangles easily and needs coaxed to come out of knots. She loves laughing and loves her brother. She also has the Dawson nose, thankfully it looks more like my sister’s and mom’s and less like mine. But I also think she might have my chubby cheeks which I still maintain is much cuter and kissable on her than me! I’ll be interested to see who she’s more like in personality as she continues to fine tune it.
But so far so she is truly such a delight. Quick to smile and laugh. Never cries, unless she’s tired or hungry. She’s started to finally do some army crawling. She LOVES standing up and holding on to things and thinks she’s the most hilarious person in the world when she does it. Her little body shakes and shutters as she tries to balance and laugh at the same time. She laughs hysterically at dogs and loves Terre’s little chihuahua because she can put almost her whole mouth over his entire face. She loves to eat. She’ll truly eat anything and never turns away a good Cheerio or teething biscuit. Loves ice cream so much she’ll eat it while her mouth becomes numb and she no longer feels when she’s eating it until it hits her toungue. She is amazing, beautiful, hilarious and a joy to behold. Just check out the pictures and see for yourself!
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Trysten

Last night the kiddos and I treked off to Target to do some much needed grocery shopping and present buying. Since June is a big month for us as far as birthdays and anniversarys go, we had a lot to do. I love going to Target with my kids. Trysten and I share the popcorn combo, talk about our days, what toys he wants, etc. Dailah laughs at everything. Wiggles her hands and feet and grabs at Trysten’s hair or my belt. So last night I got an urge to write about each of them in my blog.

I’m afraid Trysten is a lot like me. We’ve been told we look a lot alike. He has my wide face, smaller stature and my smile. He has my wider nose and my runny nose. He has my freckles and complexion (please God, without the acne!) He has my speed and athletic prowess (okay, he gets that from both sides). We have the same sleep schedule, which is to say, sleep as much as you can whenever you can. We go to bed early and wake up early, take a nap if we can get it. He loves talking (particularly on the phone as of late) and cries at movies.
But he has his daddy’s sense of humor and thirst for rough housing. He enjoys his daddy’s favorite pastimes like farting and peeing outside. He has his daddy’s beautiful eyelashes, thank goodness. He also has the Klipsch legs that go together from hip to knee and then flare out as if having a ball between the calves. Though quite weird, it’s amusing to see him and Papa Frank standing next to each other with those very distinct legs!

But above all, what I’m most proud of, he is just a good kid. He is so caring, so thoughtful, so loving. He is kind to people, shares well and his spirit is just so good. Of course he has his bad days and bad moments but he is so genuine and passionate in everything he does. It’s truly a sight to behold.

As a purely baby booking mention, he can write all of our names and spell many words by sounding them out. He has also learned to do a handstand and really does it pretty well. He also enjoys sommersaulting and his teachers tell me he is the best colorer in the class. He enjoys counting to 50 (and getting $ from our friend, Dan for doing so!) He also enjoys collecting mommy and daddy’s leftover coins and putting them in his Spiderman billfold. Once he has enough, he likes to buy something when we go grocery shopping. Something with only his money that he can put on the counter, have the person ring it up and then handover his money. He loves any figurine that has the potential to kill “bad guys”. He sleeps in the lower bunk with a blanket draped over because he gets scared to see the green light blink on the smoke detector. He also likes “Mr. Crab” to sit outside his bedroom to scare off the bad guys. He enjoys helping me clean and especially do laundry.

You saw the soccer pictures but here is another where, it has been argued, I’m holding my look alike and Zach’s holding his.
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Soccer

So my favorite 4-year-old just finished his first season of soccer. It had its highs and lows but overall we were very proud of him.

I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I wanted him to be “that kid”. “That kid” that parents were exclaiming, “Test that kid for steroids!” Or even, “Check that kid’s birth certificate.” Is it too much to ask for something like, “Is that David Beckham’s kid?” Alas, we got none of that. Though I do like to think he gave the other parents a good laugh when he would sporadically sit down to help the landscapers pull weeds. He was often found chatting with the ladies or helping an unfortunate soul who fell down. Though my child is not going to win any “best hustle” for his season perhaps he’ll win “Mr. Congeniality”.

The prize for best stunt pulled by a player has to go to the little girl who decided mid-game that she just HAD to write an entry in her journal. She came to the sidelines and when asked by her daddy what she was doing she stated simply, “Writing in my journal, daddy!”

With that said, I was happy to find even if my son does not have my soccer skills YET, I was still one proud mama. As you’ll see by the pictures, he is WAY too cute not to love regardless. The pictures go from a) him actually trying to b) what he was seen doing often: squatting and forcing the coach to encourage him to chase after the ball. Or c) showing his true character and shaking his coach’s hand for a season well done.

To sum the season:

Soccer jersey $18
Soccer cleats, ball, new socks, shinguards $50
Seeing my son shake his coach’s hand Priceless