Friday, August 10, 2012

2 Years Old!!

I certainly don't know where the last two years have gone and especially the last two weeks. I'm two weeks behind on getting the boys birthday post up. Yes, they made it to two years; and more importantly, I survived two years:) It has definitely been a whirlwind.

We had a small family party for them again this year. Maybe next year, we'll have a big party for all the family and friends. I know everyone at church really wanted a party for them, but I just couldn't spend the money for something they won't remember. But next year, I have a feeling that they're going to know it's their birthday. This year, they were like, "Oh, I see Car decorations. That's kinda cool." They had fun and enjoyed all the attention from Nana, Grandma, Pa, Aunt Lee-Ann, Uncle Stephen and Aunt Karissa - side note: since I'm southern, it's pronounced ant;)

I just can't believe that it's already been two years. My babies look like boys!! They want to be independent and do things without my help. It's sad:( However, if they weren't trying to be independent, I'd be worried about their development. It's a catch-22.

Peter is still my little one. He's just barely 26 pounds and is a few inches shorter than Titus. Last week, he started jabbering like I've never heard him jabber. Some of it is even turning to sentences. His favorite sentences begin with "I don't want to..." He now has a favorite stuffed animal called "Bug." His ladybug does everything at the house with him. If I'd let him, he'd carry it everywhere too. A couple of weeks ago, I threw Bug in the washer; and its leg got caught and ripped it open. I had to perform emergency surgery on it before nap time. Even though he didn't see the tragedy, Peter knew something was wrong. When I gave him Bug at nap time, he grabbed it with a sigh of relief and looked relieved that Bug was there. His favorite book is "The Grouchy Ladybug" because Bug is on the front cover. (Bug was sold at Kohls along with the book; so, it is the ladybug from the book.) I certainly hope nothing happens to Bug because I don't know what we'll do. I was frantic when I realized it was damaged in the washer and that was an easy fix.

Bug post surgery:(

Titus...well...I don't know where to begin with him. He's over 30 pounds now and towers over Peter. No one thinks that he's the same age as Peter. (And yes, people do argue with me about it.) More of his jabbering has become understandable words. We're working on using words first instead of "Ahhhh." He doesn't have a favorite stuffed animal, but he does have his blanket. He must have his blanket to sleep, and he must have the tag of the blanket in his mouth or under his nose. I'm not sure why, but he started that about two months ago. Also, he can now count to five; and if I've really got his attention, he'll count to ten. Peter thinks counting to three is good enough right now. Titus can also say a few of his ABC's. My problem is getting them both to sit down long enough to listen; but fortunately, some of their toys have counting and ABC songs. Since Titus loves to sing, he likes to try to sing along. He's so cute:)

Both boys absolutely love music. They go over to the piano and say, "Pease?" They "play" and "sing" with great enthusiasm. I'm sure soon I'll be teaching them all about the piano and music. I need to change the batteries in their keyboards though. It's easier on the ears for them to play the keyboard instead of the piano.

Their Facebook birthday post

Monday, August 6, 2012

Beautiful Poem

Someone posted the link to this poem in a comment for my previous post. I know that many will find this poem beautiful and truthful. Thank you Julie:)

Nobody Knew You

Nobody knew you
” Sorry about the miscarriage dear, but you couldn’t have been very far along.”
Nobody knew you
” It’s not as though you lost an actual person.”
…were real
Nobody knew you
” Well it probably wasn’t a viable fetus.
It’s all for the best.”
…were perfect.
Nobody knew you
” You can always have another!”
…were unique.
Nobody knew you
” You already have a beautiful child. Be happy!”
…were loved for yourself.
Nobody knew you
…but us.
And we will always remember
By Jan Cosby