The boy requested a blue cake, so that's what he got!
Samuel has "CHEESE" down pat! What a goober.
Can it be possible that three full years have gone by since I had our first miracle? It has been three years since the very first time I gazed into your eyes, watched you fall asleep, stay up for hours listening to you breath, saw that beautiful first smile, you grasped my finger in your little precious hand, longed for my protective embrace somehow knowing that I was your mommy and how you needed me so, giggle, wiggle your toes, eat your toes :o), coo? Can it really be? Now you are running free, hitting overhanded tossed baseballs, swinging, going down slides, coloring, jumping, putting your sandals on the right feet without the help of mommy or daddy and soon you'll be off to school, off to college, off with the woman you chose to love for the rest of your life. My my. Without being a mother I would never know what it was like to feel my heart overflowith. I can guide you, protect you. laugh with you, cry with you, be angry with you and love you the best that I can know how. Samuel. You are mommy and daddy's very first miracle and that is all yours, no one can ever take that. You were the beginning of our marriage! You are forever special just because you are you! We love you!
Dear First Born
"I've always loved you best because you were our first miracle. You were the genesis of a marriage and the fulfillment of young love.
You sustained us through the hamburger years, the first apartment (furnished in early poverty), our first mode of transportation, and the TV we paid on for 36 months.
You were new, had unused grandparents, and enough clothes for a set of triplets. You were the original model for a Mom and a Dad who were trying to work the bugs out. You got the strained lamb, the open safety pins, and the three-hour naps.
It feels so wonderful to gather something from the ground that you prepared the soil for, cared for, and to finally reap the benefits from! I am so proud even if they are just green onions, the fact is, they are MY green onions and I grew them in MY garden. I have fallen in love with gardening. I love to plant veggies and I love planting the flowers. There is nothing better than coming inside exhausted at the end of the day with dirt so far underneath your nails that the only way to get it out is with the miracle Lava bar and a nail brush. Yes my back hurts at the end of the day, but that doesn't take away the high I get after looking at all the work I had accomplished even if that only consisted of pulling weeds. Yes. I am a full fledged gardener now; and what makes that even more special is knowing that my grandma has done it for so many years and that my great grandma did it for so many years and so on. All that knowledge has been getting passed down to me and someday I will pass it down to my children and grandchildren. The older I get the more I find that our loved ones that have left us on this world are always with us through the things we do in our day to day life. They live in us as we plant our flowers, veggies, fruits or just through watching the birds. They are here! I haven't felt so close to my great grandparents as I do when I'm out working the dirt.
The 1st Harvest!
Besides working out in the yard when the weather allows, my boys are having the greatest time with there construction hat and fireman hat. That was one of the best $2 bucks that I've ever spent. Don't you love imagination? Too many kids are consumed by TV and video games or toys that do all the noise making for them. I have grown to love the toys that don't make any sound at all (not just for my benefit but for the boys'). I welcome all wooden toys and toys that inspire my children to make their own sounds and movements. It would be horrible if imagination became a thing of the past.
On another side note the third pregnancy is going very well. The worst thing that I have suffered from is not wanting to eat anything but cinnamon toast crunch or fruity pebbles; really, how bad could that be? LOL. That was way back in my first trimester and since then all food has been game. I can't believe that I am more than half way through and that this new baby will be here in a short 4 months! Crazy! Lord help me, but if this baby is anything like the other two there should be little adjusting except for that we have to learn to get 3 together rather than 2. We will now be out numbered. I can feel the baby's movement constantly and can see the pushes and kicks. I do have a pretty good baby bump going on and still welcome the summer heat. A run to Motherhood Maternity is in order so I can get a cute preggers swim suit to lay out on our deck in. :o) If I'm going to be huge I at least want some color on my skin. We are still undecided on names for boy or girl so if anyone has some favorites they want to publish a comment on we welcome the ideas!
The wonderful weather in Albuquerque allowed us to go hiking in the Sandia mountains, walk along the Rio Grande and do some much needed R&R in Meeghan and Raymond's back yard. With the right company doing not much of anything can be the best of times! That is what it's really all about.
Walking along the Rio Grande
(These were all along the river; huge metal beams with wire weaved all through them. We had many guesses on what they were for but no absolute answers.)
Playing some "Bag-O or Corn Hole" which ever you prefer. The boys loved playing this game on their own while the adults hung out at the patio table and when the adults were playing there was nothing better than playing on the swing set or in the sand underneath. Baths were in order every single night especially with sand in all cracks and crevices.
Uncle Raymond can throw me HIGH!
Our Sandia mountain hike was incredible and incredibly painful all at the same time. Let me explain. At the very bottom of the trail we pointed out one of these: Meeghan told Sam, "Be careful of these Sam. These are cactus and they have sticker things on them and it would hurt if you touched one." "Okay sure." Sam said. Can you see where this is going? About 5 minutes into our hike up the trail Sam was complaining of some small pebbles being in his sandle (Yes sandels, with 80 plus degree weather I didn't think to pack shoes. So we start this hike with two pregnant women, two small children and Joel as our strapping young man to assist us up the mountain side! An equation for success right from the beginning.) Before I could say anything or grab Sam out of danger he proceeds to sit down on a cactus hands down to his side bracing his impact and everything! He looks at me, I look at him, I tell him to stand up and the tears start to roll. I'm crying too but out of hysterics. Good Mom I know, but it was just too funny. I then bend down to check his little bum out and then started to feel sorry for him because of the massive amount of little blond stickers in his shorts, shirt, hands, and yes his rump roast! So after seeing the damage it was time to drop 'trou' so that Meeghan and I could proceed to pull out the stickers while Daddy sought a good photo opportunity. Lets just add in that after Sam dropped his drawers at least 6 people from the trail happened along at the perfect time; all of which were smiling or saying, "ewwww. Sat on a cactus?"
I was even getting stickers in my fingertips from trying to pull them out of Sam. Those damn things do hurt! I wasn't laughing as hard now.
Our view from the mountains
I hope you have enjoyed our journey with us. There is still another part or two to blog about and then we'll be back to our regularly scheduled blogging. :o)