Anneliese is 8 today! I secretly want to keep her home from school and take the day off work and snuggle and watch movies (read: birthday videos) and hang out with her all day, and I even offered her the option to play hooky, but she wants to go to school and see her friends and have a class birthday breakfast or whatever, so LE SIGH woe is me etc. I will just be here, distracted from client stuff, feeling my mommy feelings and watching the clock.
Tonight we have a pool party planned at an indoor parks and rec place with a slide, and all her fall pool party birthday dreams will come true. (She eyeballs her siblings' summer birthdays wistfully, and they do the same for her school-year birthday. The grass is always greener, munchkins. Get used to it.)
I have a german chocolate cake waiting, and will put something colorful on top (?) before the day is out. Coconuts and chocolate and nuts for my girl, with a rainbow and a grin.
The world has delighted Anneliese for another year, and she has delighted us too. Some fun moments from this year:
(If you can't see the video embedded above, click this link to watch on YouTube.)
And the memory lane videos:
seventh year
sixth
fifth
fourth
third
second
first
Every time I stop and remember how excited I was to meet Anneliese, to have a daughter, my daughter, I am amazed anew at how she's exactly as wonderful as we hoped, and more wonderful all the time. Our lives are better because we get to love her, and the world is better because she's in it.
Happy birthday, dear Anneliese. We love you so much!
Friday, October 13, 2017
Saturday, October 7, 2017
Anneliese at Almost 8
We have reached the point in this funny moment in time known as "blogging" where instead of everyday tidbits and daily-slog-minutiae delight nuggets, I find myself only vignetting my babies into words a thin slice at a time. And that's harder than you'd think, or maybe exactly as hard as you'd think, because capturing any human into a slice of a moment in time is... well, hard.
And here we are, with tiny "new baby" turned big girl big sister "middlest baby" Anneliese as an almost-eight-year-old. When I try to wrap my brain around where we were eight years ago this week -- newly a stay-at-home-parent, very pregnant, worried about H1N1, curious about folks getting smartphones, wondering how to picture our only child as a big brother, ending what we then naively adorably thought was the hardest decade in America we had seen in ages haaaaaaomg -- it's almost hard to remember that. It seems like another life. It was another life.
And then there was Anneliese. And now, well, look at her go.
Last winter, she finally lost that janky tooth that busted up her face when she was two. It's weird how it feels like both Anneliese and I spent five years cussing that tooth and missing her baby smile (me), and hating the jank (her), and then when it finally came out, I was, like, profoundly sad. When you have legit feelings about teeth as the end of an era, that's when you know your mom math is some weird sh!t, yo. (Anneliese was uncomplicatedly thrilled to toss it to the tooth fairy and move on with her life, for the record. Gave none craps about the memory and trauma and face change. KIDS AMIRITE.)
Anneliese at almost eight is a bookworm, devouring chapter books and audiobooks faster than we can put them in her hands or ears, and always on the hunt for a new free little library. She has taken in some of my own children's favorites this year (Harry Potter, the Little House series, the Narnia books, Roald Dahl, Beverly Cleary) which has been super fun (for me). One of her current favorite things is for us to go on a walk together and listen to our audiobooks and hold hands. She won't outgrow this too soon, right? Right?? RIGHT?! (Someone tell me she won't. Lie to me if you must.)
She has also decided sometime in the last year that music is maybe her Thing. She started on violin in orchestra last winter, and also auditioned for a spot in a community choir in a neighboring suburb, and adores singing with them. She is the youngest one, and thinks that singing with big kids all the way up through high school is the best. She spends a fair amount of time upstairs in the closest between her room and Charlotte's, sounding out tunes on the keyboard and trying to match it to her violin, which is super sweet, and also whoa dang loud, and also no you may not start piano yet, my dear, you are already super booked up. (But yes, our band nerd hearts are proud.)
She loves babies and taking care of her baby cousins, and is convinced (and will tell anyone who will listen) that she possesses a talent called "baby magic" that means she can always soothe them, and, well, I mean, let's just say I will be a very sweet mom when her own kid has colic, because that's definitely happening, right? That's how the universe works, last time I checked.
Anneliese and Charlotte have been playing together better this year than ever before in their lives. The closet between their rooms is currently set up like a nursery for all their babies (and I do mean all! their! babies! SO MANY BABIES OMG) and it reminds me so much of Ashley and me at that age that it just squeezes my heart and is exactly what I was hoping their sisterhood would be like.
She and Nathan are still fast friends too, and they all three still pile into her room every Friday night for a sleepover. I'm so scared those days are numbered but I will cling to it and let them do it as many more weeks/months/years of their childhoods as they want.
Anneliese become a bit more shy and a bit more poised this year. She is polite and mostly quiet in a group, yet also social and fun with lots of friends and party invites and stories from school. When she's chatty, she's nonstop - but she's decidedly less chatty than Other People who live in this house.
She switched this fall from dance to gymnastics and that seems to be going well, although it's a new rhythm for our family not to have any tiny dancers at the moment. She also likes crafts and sewing, and (like her mommy!) loves notebooks and pens and is always trying a new pretty ("pretty") lettering.
She loves sunshine and hates cold weather. She considers herself an indoor cat, except for trampolining and her newly-learned skill of bike riding. She adores sleep. First one down every night, and the last one up every morning. And she would nap any day we'd let her.
She is obsessed with spaghetti, especially her daddy's. She loves coconut and almonds and somehow loves popping candy but not carbonated beverages, because, well, people are complicated I guess.
And yes, a streak of rainbow still follows her everywhere she goes.
We love you, baby Beanie. Happy almost 8!
And here we are, with tiny "new baby" turned big girl big sister "middlest baby" Anneliese as an almost-eight-year-old. When I try to wrap my brain around where we were eight years ago this week -- newly a stay-at-home-parent, very pregnant, worried about H1N1, curious about folks getting smartphones, wondering how to picture our only child as a big brother, ending what we then naively adorably thought was the hardest decade in America we had seen in ages haaaaaaomg -- it's almost hard to remember that. It seems like another life. It was another life.
And then there was Anneliese. And now, well, look at her go.
Last winter, she finally lost that janky tooth that busted up her face when she was two. It's weird how it feels like both Anneliese and I spent five years cussing that tooth and missing her baby smile (me), and hating the jank (her), and then when it finally came out, I was, like, profoundly sad. When you have legit feelings about teeth as the end of an era, that's when you know your mom math is some weird sh!t, yo. (Anneliese was uncomplicatedly thrilled to toss it to the tooth fairy and move on with her life, for the record. Gave none craps about the memory and trauma and face change. KIDS AMIRITE.)
Anneliese at almost eight is a bookworm, devouring chapter books and audiobooks faster than we can put them in her hands or ears, and always on the hunt for a new free little library. She has taken in some of my own children's favorites this year (Harry Potter, the Little House series, the Narnia books, Roald Dahl, Beverly Cleary) which has been super fun (for me). One of her current favorite things is for us to go on a walk together and listen to our audiobooks and hold hands. She won't outgrow this too soon, right? Right?? RIGHT?! (Someone tell me she won't. Lie to me if you must.)
She has also decided sometime in the last year that music is maybe her Thing. She started on violin in orchestra last winter, and also auditioned for a spot in a community choir in a neighboring suburb, and adores singing with them. She is the youngest one, and thinks that singing with big kids all the way up through high school is the best. She spends a fair amount of time upstairs in the closest between her room and Charlotte's, sounding out tunes on the keyboard and trying to match it to her violin, which is super sweet, and also whoa dang loud, and also no you may not start piano yet, my dear, you are already super booked up. (But yes, our band nerd hearts are proud.)
She loves babies and taking care of her baby cousins, and is convinced (and will tell anyone who will listen) that she possesses a talent called "baby magic" that means she can always soothe them, and, well, I mean, let's just say I will be a very sweet mom when her own kid has colic, because that's definitely happening, right? That's how the universe works, last time I checked.
Anneliese and Charlotte have been playing together better this year than ever before in their lives. The closet between their rooms is currently set up like a nursery for all their babies (and I do mean all! their! babies! SO MANY BABIES OMG) and it reminds me so much of Ashley and me at that age that it just squeezes my heart and is exactly what I was hoping their sisterhood would be like.
She and Nathan are still fast friends too, and they all three still pile into her room every Friday night for a sleepover. I'm so scared those days are numbered but I will cling to it and let them do it as many more weeks/months/years of their childhoods as they want.
Anneliese become a bit more shy and a bit more poised this year. She is polite and mostly quiet in a group, yet also social and fun with lots of friends and party invites and stories from school. When she's chatty, she's nonstop - but she's decidedly less chatty than Other People who live in this house.
She switched this fall from dance to gymnastics and that seems to be going well, although it's a new rhythm for our family not to have any tiny dancers at the moment. She also likes crafts and sewing, and (like her mommy!) loves notebooks and pens and is always trying a new pretty ("pretty") lettering.
She loves sunshine and hates cold weather. She considers herself an indoor cat, except for trampolining and her newly-learned skill of bike riding. She adores sleep. First one down every night, and the last one up every morning. And she would nap any day we'd let her.
She is obsessed with spaghetti, especially her daddy's. She loves coconut and almonds and somehow loves popping candy but not carbonated beverages, because, well, people are complicated I guess.
And yes, a streak of rainbow still follows her everywhere she goes.
We love you, baby Beanie. Happy almost 8!
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
Happy Birthday, Charlotte!
Charlotte is six today!
She has been really sick since last Friday, rull vommy and hasn't kept solid food down in almost four days. (It's her birthday now! Today is the day! Right?) She spiked a fever on Sunday night so we took her to the doctor yesterday and it's a strep infection, weird because no sore throat, but hey apparently it happens.
Sadly we had to cancel the party we had planned for her this morning, but we will do it on Sunday instead. She's never had a real birthday party and she was SO excited for it, but it's just a simple "playdate with cake" variety swimming in our backyard which is super easy to reschedule and I'm going to out on a limb and assume all our party guests would rather have a beach ball party favor that, oh I don't know, strep.
But fortunately we can still proceed to my family's Bumgarner beach week this afternoon as planned, since the 24-hour mark with her meds will be here soon. She will be glad to see cousins and grandparents and play in the sand and maybe like eat a cracker or something. Happy birthday to you! Saltines!
(I did make a cake too, I swear.)
I hope she wakes up perky enough to enjoy her special day. I am full of feelings as always; there's something about my baby hitting each new year that tugs my heart in a different way than the other two. It makes ME feel less like a rookie mom (which I know I'm not, but don't we all still kinda feel that inside?) and every time she ages up, it's like a new life stage for us we are leaving behind. So that's it, the preschool years are over, I officially have a house full of big kids, and it's sad and weird and great.
A few of our favorite moments of our beautiful Booler this year:
If you can't see the video embedded above, click here to watch it on YouTube.)
(Memory lane: here are her first, second, third, fourth and fifth years too.)
Happy birthday, dear Charlotte, our pinky finger, our funny heart, our baby Booler!
She has been really sick since last Friday, rull vommy and hasn't kept solid food down in almost four days. (It's her birthday now! Today is the day! Right?) She spiked a fever on Sunday night so we took her to the doctor yesterday and it's a strep infection, weird because no sore throat, but hey apparently it happens.
Sadly we had to cancel the party we had planned for her this morning, but we will do it on Sunday instead. She's never had a real birthday party and she was SO excited for it, but it's just a simple "playdate with cake" variety swimming in our backyard which is super easy to reschedule and I'm going to out on a limb and assume all our party guests would rather have a beach ball party favor that, oh I don't know, strep.
But fortunately we can still proceed to my family's Bumgarner beach week this afternoon as planned, since the 24-hour mark with her meds will be here soon. She will be glad to see cousins and grandparents and play in the sand and maybe like eat a cracker or something. Happy birthday to you! Saltines!
(I did make a cake too, I swear.)
I hope she wakes up perky enough to enjoy her special day. I am full of feelings as always; there's something about my baby hitting each new year that tugs my heart in a different way than the other two. It makes ME feel less like a rookie mom (which I know I'm not, but don't we all still kinda feel that inside?) and every time she ages up, it's like a new life stage for us we are leaving behind. So that's it, the preschool years are over, I officially have a house full of big kids, and it's sad and weird and great.
A few of our favorite moments of our beautiful Booler this year:
If you can't see the video embedded above, click here to watch it on YouTube.)
(Memory lane: here are her first, second, third, fourth and fifth years too.)
Happy birthday, dear Charlotte, our pinky finger, our funny heart, our baby Booler!
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Charlotte at Almost 6
As I am writing this, it's August 1, and we are in transit on the way home from our road trip. We are in... (I just legit had to look at my maps app to see)... Washington Court House, Ohio, which is a thriving (no) metropolis (no) in the middle of a cornfield (yes). It's beautiful here and the hotel is so new it smells like construction (in a good way) and there is an indoor pool, where the kids are swimming. Because they've been cooped up in the car all day and I have no idea what time it is because I can't remember what time zone we are in, and all semblance of a schedule has flown straight out the window and not only do I not care, I sort of love it.
So.
Six years ago today was Charlotte's due date, but I harbored no illusions that I would be having a baby. I had a massage scheduled, and I hadn't even brought the other kids to their please-watch-my-babies-because-I'm-having-a-baby grandparent coverage. But it's still a date that stands out to me. I can only be who I am, yknow?
Charlotte has been less delightful at age five than the other two were, but she was also less horrifying at three, so maybe this is just how the world balances. She is feisty and spirited and defiant and playful and exuberant in ways that are new to our family (her Bumgarner is showing, I think), until I get her around a group of other kids her age and she seems the most calm and even-keeled child in the crowd. PERSPECTIVE, is what I'm saying.
So basically she IS a delight, and it's a whole different brand of delight than we have parented before, and she is the bright spot in our brightest days.
Charlotte at almost six is impossibly sunny (except when she's impossibly cloudy), is constantly in motion, has an imagination on fire, and isn't short on ideas or opinions (we don't know where she gets that).
She is likely our only extrovert child, yet she's also the best one at playing by herself for hours (literally) on end, talking out loud to herself and her multitude of toys and toy figurines and calico critters and toysies and paw patrol pups. She chatters constantly, either at whoever is in the room, or at herself when she's alone.
She did a half-day kindergarten this year, and she has done fine, but school isn't so much her jam that we are ready to scoot her on to first grade next year. So when she starts public school in a few weeks, it'll be in a full-day K class, which was a surprisingly uncomplicated decision for us. It feels right and we are super excited to see what she will do next year. (She is super excited to finally ride the bus with her siblings.) She is really respectful and compliant in class, and we get so many compliments from her teachers and her friends' parents about what a dream she is to have around, which is is always so nice to hear.
At home, she is less inclined to the rules and more inclined to sneak some privacy for breaking them - a few months ago she stole Anneliese's (righty!) scissors (Charlotte's had already been taken away because of a whole separate scissor incident) and cut her hair. Right in the front on her forehead. While standing on a stool. She GOT A STOOL and she STOLE SCISSORS which she KNEW she was NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE and she CUT HER HAIR. With her NON-DOMINANT HAND. And that's basically how Charlotte feels about rules she doesn't like. (She also can't walk by a mirror without admiring herself and preening, so the natural consequences of that one were punishment enough.)
She has big dreams for when she grows up, either to be a preacher or to be the president, although recently she's been saying the presidency sounds sort of hard and she doesn't feel like going to college so maybe she will choose a job that doesn't require a college degree, like cleaning houses. Which apparently she thinks she likes. And also is good at. (If you saw her room, you would understand my wide eyes at this.)
She loves running and the trampoline and she's an excellent artist (really! I'm not just saying that because I'm her mom!) and a beautiful singer. She is learning to spell and type and add and subtract. She is great on her scooter but still working on bikes and swimming. She's an adorable dancer and loves doing tumbling and somersaults with Anneliese.
She loves the beach and the pool and candy and pizza and corn on the cob and playgrounds and youtube (she also loves taking the ipod upstairs and recording her own youtube-style videos, mostly outlining the mess in her room and all the rules she is breaking by making a video when she's supposed to be cleaning or whatever).
She has a withering glare that DOES NOT PLAY, and no one in our family can beat her at the straight-faced game. Which is a game the kids play. For fun, I guess. I don't know. (It's less fun for me when she perfects said glare when I would like her to just! smile! and take! a! nice! picture! but I know those photos will make me laugh one day so I try to roll with it but LAWD child, that face.)
She still answers to the name Booler (at home, more often than Charlotte) and she loves to tell us she's the pinky finger of our family but she is NOT a baby anymore. Basically she is a hilarious, warm, loving, playful creature and she brings so much happiness to our home. Our family is complete because she is with us, and we love her so much. Happy almost six, little Booler.
So.
Six years ago today was Charlotte's due date, but I harbored no illusions that I would be having a baby. I had a massage scheduled, and I hadn't even brought the other kids to their please-watch-my-babies-because-I'm-having-a-baby grandparent coverage. But it's still a date that stands out to me. I can only be who I am, yknow?
Charlotte has been less delightful at age five than the other two were, but she was also less horrifying at three, so maybe this is just how the world balances. She is feisty and spirited and defiant and playful and exuberant in ways that are new to our family (her Bumgarner is showing, I think), until I get her around a group of other kids her age and she seems the most calm and even-keeled child in the crowd. PERSPECTIVE, is what I'm saying.
So basically she IS a delight, and it's a whole different brand of delight than we have parented before, and she is the bright spot in our brightest days.
Charlotte at almost six is impossibly sunny (except when she's impossibly cloudy), is constantly in motion, has an imagination on fire, and isn't short on ideas or opinions (we don't know where she gets that).
She is likely our only extrovert child, yet she's also the best one at playing by herself for hours (literally) on end, talking out loud to herself and her multitude of toys and toy figurines and calico critters and toysies and paw patrol pups. She chatters constantly, either at whoever is in the room, or at herself when she's alone.
She did a half-day kindergarten this year, and she has done fine, but school isn't so much her jam that we are ready to scoot her on to first grade next year. So when she starts public school in a few weeks, it'll be in a full-day K class, which was a surprisingly uncomplicated decision for us. It feels right and we are super excited to see what she will do next year. (She is super excited to finally ride the bus with her siblings.) She is really respectful and compliant in class, and we get so many compliments from her teachers and her friends' parents about what a dream she is to have around, which is is always so nice to hear.
At home, she is less inclined to the rules and more inclined to sneak some privacy for breaking them - a few months ago she stole Anneliese's (righty!) scissors (Charlotte's had already been taken away because of a whole separate scissor incident) and cut her hair. Right in the front on her forehead. While standing on a stool. She GOT A STOOL and she STOLE SCISSORS which she KNEW she was NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE and she CUT HER HAIR. With her NON-DOMINANT HAND. And that's basically how Charlotte feels about rules she doesn't like. (She also can't walk by a mirror without admiring herself and preening, so the natural consequences of that one were punishment enough.)
She has big dreams for when she grows up, either to be a preacher or to be the president, although recently she's been saying the presidency sounds sort of hard and she doesn't feel like going to college so maybe she will choose a job that doesn't require a college degree, like cleaning houses. Which apparently she thinks she likes. And also is good at. (If you saw her room, you would understand my wide eyes at this.)
She loves running and the trampoline and she's an excellent artist (really! I'm not just saying that because I'm her mom!) and a beautiful singer. She is learning to spell and type and add and subtract. She is great on her scooter but still working on bikes and swimming. She's an adorable dancer and loves doing tumbling and somersaults with Anneliese.
She loves the beach and the pool and candy and pizza and corn on the cob and playgrounds and youtube (she also loves taking the ipod upstairs and recording her own youtube-style videos, mostly outlining the mess in her room and all the rules she is breaking by making a video when she's supposed to be cleaning or whatever).
She has a withering glare that DOES NOT PLAY, and no one in our family can beat her at the straight-faced game. Which is a game the kids play. For fun, I guess. I don't know. (It's less fun for me when she perfects said glare when I would like her to just! smile! and take! a! nice! picture! but I know those photos will make me laugh one day so I try to roll with it but LAWD child, that face.)
She still answers to the name Booler (at home, more often than Charlotte) and she loves to tell us she's the pinky finger of our family but she is NOT a baby anymore. Basically she is a hilarious, warm, loving, playful creature and she brings so much happiness to our home. Our family is complete because she is with us, and we love her so much. Happy almost six, little Booler.
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Happy 10th Birthday, Nathan!
Nathan is TEN and I don't even know up from down as I say that. Ten. TEN YEARS OH MY GEESH.
I don't know where the last decade went, but I think went up in a cloud of laughing and crying and learning to be a family. The last year in particular has been a joy with him. He's turning into such a wonderful person:
Alllll the other birthday video memories:
Nathan's 9th Year
8th Year
7th Year
6th Year
5th Year
4th Year
3rd Year
2nd Year
1st Year
Happy 10th birthday, dear Nathan. We love you with our whole selves, and we always will. <3 p="">
I don't know where the last decade went, but I think went up in a cloud of laughing and crying and learning to be a family. The last year in particular has been a joy with him. He's turning into such a wonderful person:
Alllll the other birthday video memories:
Nathan's 9th Year
8th Year
7th Year
6th Year
5th Year
4th Year
3rd Year
2nd Year
1st Year
Happy 10th birthday, dear Nathan. We love you with our whole selves, and we always will. <3 p="">
Saturday, July 22, 2017
Nathan at Almost 10
Well I never thought I would see the day, but this year -- ten years in -- is the year I finally had to ask myself a few times, trying to remember which was Nathan's due date. (The 22nd. It was the 22nd!)
It's also the year everything went completely bananas and I stopped even pretending to blog, but I have to leave this space here anyway, my own little corner of the internet, because I need a home for memories and milestones and that kind of thing, even if the day-to-day captures have moved to other online homes.
As this is posting, our family is floating northward on America's highways, en route to Wisconsin Dells, because a day of giant waterparks is what Nathan requested for his 10th birthday, and we do love a reason for a road trip. (And a waterpark.) (And a celebration.) It's funny how tween and preteen birthday requests have moved away from toys and Thomas and Friend Cars, and are now all about devices and bikes and projects and trips. COME BACK TO ME, FRIEND CARS. (Cars 3 is out this summer and I won't lie, I'm dying to see it just so I can cry some nostalgia tears remembering the baby and toddler years.)
So yeah, Nathan is about to turn ten. We've known him for a decade. We've been parents for a decade. I am so freaking full of Feelings my head has been spinning for weeks.
Nathan has had a really good year -- dare I say it was even better than when he was five? (#fiveforever!) He is kind and responsible and funny, and while he remains a true introvert, he is ever more out of his shell. He likes public speaking, and he is proud anytime he can be in a leader role.
He is doing pretty well in school, working hard enough to make decent grades, but not so hard he sacrifices precious Pokemon chatter time. He loves science and math, and loves reading history and biography books. It's taken me years to convince him that novels (or any fiction) are also a delight, but finally FINALLY he is very super crazy into Harry Potter, is partway through the 7th book, and talks about almost nothing else these days. In classic Nathan fashion, he spends hours in internet rabbit holes about fan theories and movie castings and behind the scenes info, and lost in Pottermore fandom, and he thinks it's very important that I tell you here that he's a proud Hufflepuff who thinks fairness, justice, loyalty, and inclusion are the most important things (this is actually delightfully accurate about him).
These days he says he'd like to be an architect when he grows up; he spends lots of his time building and designing all manner of things with his legos and sketching and any boxes or tubes or bottles or other crap he pulls from the recycling bin. (He might or might not have a tiny hoarding problem in his room.)
He also loves watching Master Chef, Jr, and has been harboring some serious cooking desires recently. He wants to try new foods and learn to make them, and we don't even know what happened to our little baby who only ever wanted to eat bagels, and now requests lunch dates so he can have some grilled salmon which we never really fix at home. He delights me in surprising quirky ways, and I love seeing him become more and more himself.
He has become surprisingly (to us! we didn't see it coming!) athletic in the last year, thriving at soccer, making a good effort at basketball, and swimming and running faster than many kids his age, despite his small size (he's still the tiniest kid in his grade). He had two bad scooter spills this year resulting in a few (minor) fractures and injuries in his wrist, elbow, knee and hip -- and spent most of his spring in a leg cast, wrist brace and sling. He was discouraged at the time, but has recovered with no problems and is back to normal now.
He's still playing his cello, and has buckled down and really worked hard at this year; we are officially impressed by what he can do. And! He can now match a pitch, singing! We also never thought we'd see that day. :) He loves choir at church, partly because he's suddenly a great singing leader, and partly because as one of the older kids, he has lots of chances for speaking parts and reading at the front of the church, which he loves.
He and Anneliese are still chummy with each other above all others, but are learning to branch out and be social with their own peer groups and also with Charlotte. They've had a few moments of pain together this year that were hard to watch, but also good to see them grow and learn.
Nathan is still the tiny adult in our family, classic oldest child: doing a funny dance between needing to be a baby with snuggles and back scratching and coddling -- and acting as grown up as possible, bossing his sisters and generally trying to manage everyone and everything around him (I seriously have NO IDEA WHERE HE GETS THIS *ahem*). He's helpful, sometimes to a fault, but we love about him that he always takes initiative and looks to see what others might need or want. His toddlerhood excellence at empathy is manifesting in new and caring ways, and we are so proud.
Happy almost-ten to our wonderful, serious, funny, loving, bright baby boy. Watching you grow for a decade has been the greatest joy of our lives.
It's also the year everything went completely bananas and I stopped even pretending to blog, but I have to leave this space here anyway, my own little corner of the internet, because I need a home for memories and milestones and that kind of thing, even if the day-to-day captures have moved to other online homes.
As this is posting, our family is floating northward on America's highways, en route to Wisconsin Dells, because a day of giant waterparks is what Nathan requested for his 10th birthday, and we do love a reason for a road trip. (And a waterpark.) (And a celebration.) It's funny how tween and preteen birthday requests have moved away from toys and Thomas and Friend Cars, and are now all about devices and bikes and projects and trips. COME BACK TO ME, FRIEND CARS. (Cars 3 is out this summer and I won't lie, I'm dying to see it just so I can cry some nostalgia tears remembering the baby and toddler years.)
So yeah, Nathan is about to turn ten. We've known him for a decade. We've been parents for a decade. I am so freaking full of Feelings my head has been spinning for weeks.
Nathan has had a really good year -- dare I say it was even better than when he was five? (#fiveforever!) He is kind and responsible and funny, and while he remains a true introvert, he is ever more out of his shell. He likes public speaking, and he is proud anytime he can be in a leader role.
He is doing pretty well in school, working hard enough to make decent grades, but not so hard he sacrifices precious Pokemon chatter time. He loves science and math, and loves reading history and biography books. It's taken me years to convince him that novels (or any fiction) are also a delight, but finally FINALLY he is very super crazy into Harry Potter, is partway through the 7th book, and talks about almost nothing else these days. In classic Nathan fashion, he spends hours in internet rabbit holes about fan theories and movie castings and behind the scenes info, and lost in Pottermore fandom, and he thinks it's very important that I tell you here that he's a proud Hufflepuff who thinks fairness, justice, loyalty, and inclusion are the most important things (this is actually delightfully accurate about him).
These days he says he'd like to be an architect when he grows up; he spends lots of his time building and designing all manner of things with his legos and sketching and any boxes or tubes or bottles or other crap he pulls from the recycling bin. (He might or might not have a tiny hoarding problem in his room.)
He also loves watching Master Chef, Jr, and has been harboring some serious cooking desires recently. He wants to try new foods and learn to make them, and we don't even know what happened to our little baby who only ever wanted to eat bagels, and now requests lunch dates so he can have some grilled salmon which we never really fix at home. He delights me in surprising quirky ways, and I love seeing him become more and more himself.
He has become surprisingly (to us! we didn't see it coming!) athletic in the last year, thriving at soccer, making a good effort at basketball, and swimming and running faster than many kids his age, despite his small size (he's still the tiniest kid in his grade). He had two bad scooter spills this year resulting in a few (minor) fractures and injuries in his wrist, elbow, knee and hip -- and spent most of his spring in a leg cast, wrist brace and sling. He was discouraged at the time, but has recovered with no problems and is back to normal now.
He's still playing his cello, and has buckled down and really worked hard at this year; we are officially impressed by what he can do. And! He can now match a pitch, singing! We also never thought we'd see that day. :) He loves choir at church, partly because he's suddenly a great singing leader, and partly because as one of the older kids, he has lots of chances for speaking parts and reading at the front of the church, which he loves.
He and Anneliese are still chummy with each other above all others, but are learning to branch out and be social with their own peer groups and also with Charlotte. They've had a few moments of pain together this year that were hard to watch, but also good to see them grow and learn.
Nathan is still the tiny adult in our family, classic oldest child: doing a funny dance between needing to be a baby with snuggles and back scratching and coddling -- and acting as grown up as possible, bossing his sisters and generally trying to manage everyone and everything around him (I seriously have NO IDEA WHERE HE GETS THIS *ahem*). He's helpful, sometimes to a fault, but we love about him that he always takes initiative and looks to see what others might need or want. His toddlerhood excellence at empathy is manifesting in new and caring ways, and we are so proud.
Happy almost-ten to our wonderful, serious, funny, loving, bright baby boy. Watching you grow for a decade has been the greatest joy of our lives.
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