He has ears!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
1st time Bowling
Owen didn't have school this morning b/c of Columbus day. Instead he went to a bowling birthday party for one of his classmates. It was the first party he attended that I didn't need to stay for. Gosh he is growing up. Of course I think I was there for 40 mins. The party was only 1.5 hrs. Mason and I left for some of the time, but I couldn't miss his first bowling experience ;)
He loved it!
Aren't they cute? Eight 4/5 yr old boys, four from his school.New perspective
When I first became a mom I began to view my parents and childhood differently. It just naturally happens because I am seeing through "mom" eyes and not "daughter" eyes. I think it happens to everyone. Well now that I have a second child I am seeing the world through my younger sister's eyes. Following me?
I am the oldest of two girls. When we were growing up,my sister, Lissa rarely let me forget that she was the second and therefore less privileged (in her eyes) than me. Obviously it has gotten better now that we are both adults, but it usually comes up in some fashion when we are together with family. Whether with a joke or a story or even remarks about "poor" Mason.
Which leads me to my point. Now that I have a second child, I think I can better understand. He IS the second child, the second grandchild and it does become an identity whether we make it one or not. He will always (God willing) have a bigger brother to push him around, "teach" him the way, and experience everything before he does. While being the older sibling has its disadvantages, ones Lissa may never know, I am thankful that I can relate with her in a new way. Mostly I am grateful that she has made me more aware of what its like to be Mason.
Some days Mason chooses to be inches away from his brother. Trying to do everything Owen does. Making the same truck noises or laughing just because his brother is laughing. Other times the sight of Owen makes him cry. He wants nothing to do with Owen nor be near him. And because of my sister I can have more compassion.
I am the oldest of two girls. When we were growing up,my sister, Lissa rarely let me forget that she was the second and therefore less privileged (in her eyes) than me. Obviously it has gotten better now that we are both adults, but it usually comes up in some fashion when we are together with family. Whether with a joke or a story or even remarks about "poor" Mason.
Which leads me to my point. Now that I have a second child, I think I can better understand. He IS the second child, the second grandchild and it does become an identity whether we make it one or not. He will always (God willing) have a bigger brother to push him around, "teach" him the way, and experience everything before he does. While being the older sibling has its disadvantages, ones Lissa may never know, I am thankful that I can relate with her in a new way. Mostly I am grateful that she has made me more aware of what its like to be Mason.
Some days Mason chooses to be inches away from his brother. Trying to do everything Owen does. Making the same truck noises or laughing just because his brother is laughing. Other times the sight of Owen makes him cry. He wants nothing to do with Owen nor be near him. And because of my sister I can have more compassion.
I love you Lissa. Isn't she beautiful!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Our afternoons
After Owen's quiet time we have been spending our afternoons together outside while Mason sleeps. The weather has been gorgeous and I wish it would last forever. He usually starts out by riding his littlest bike" (he has 3 to choose from) up and down the driveway. Today he helped take out the recycling.
It usually allows me some time to sit in a little beach chair and read. Its so nice. Sometimes he sits next to me and reads his book or I read to him. This week we've been tossing the Frisbee.
He rarely smiles for the camera. Unfortunately this one came out blurry but I had to use it anyway.
It usually allows me some time to sit in a little beach chair and read. Its so nice. Sometimes he sits next to me and reads his book or I read to him. This week we've been tossing the Frisbee.
He rarely smiles for the camera. Unfortunately this one came out blurry but I had to use it anyway.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
No iPod needed!
This is what I got to listen to this morning while putting on my make-up. My personal play list! I thought I'd spare you by posting photos instead of video :)
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