Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Words Words and Screams

It is a difficult transition in the relationship between parent and child when language is introduced. For the better part of the last 17 months I have been communicating with two of the men in my life without the luxury of words. For the first couple months we guessed and mostly pretended that we understood which scream meant what. Then we transitioned into the pointing phase. Then the point and scream phase.

Now I am proud to say that we are in the language phase. From a limited vocabulary that consisted of "up" and "ga" (meaning Tucker), we are now transitioning slowly into what I feel is going to be a language explosion.

It is amazing that they learned two words for Tucker ( Ga and Tucka ) and they really don't say Mom at all. I just keep telling myself that I am always around- so why in the world would they need to call me? It is not of course that I am constantly saying "Tucker sit." " Tucker no. " "Tucker leave it. "

Although they don't really say "Mom" they do tell me they love me. When I pick the boys up from daycare we have fallen into a little ritual. They both run to me, demanding "up" and no sooner than I have a boy in each arm they proceed to tell the teachers and other children bye - complete with waves and smiles. Although they just are saying bye I hear "I love you" each time.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

No cream needed.

There are those mornings when I wake up that the phrase 'Who peed in your Cheerios?" would be fitting. This morning was one of those mornings. Nathan and Adam both were screaming in the middle of the night. I ended up trying to sleep with Adam, who right when I was about to drift off punched me in the face. Needless to say that woke both of us up. When the boys were little I think that I did quite well functioning on little to no sleep. Now, as I am acustomed to a full nights rest, sleepless nights make for a baaaad morning.

As I was trying to check email while the boys were eating breakfast. Tucker was barking at the landscapers who had long since gone. Adam was filling a freshly changed daiper. Nathan was talking in a voice that was not at all his inside voice. I did feel like I was about on the verge of a mommy breakdown.

Right on cue, Adam threw a cherrio that landed just perfectly in my cup of coffee. I looked over at Adam and Nathan grinning their little 10 tooth grins. That cup of coffee with a cheerio was the sweetest cup of coffee this mom could have - no cream needed.