6.21.2011

The Best is Yet to Come

While cleaning out my kitchen cupboards the other day, I found my old digital camera. I mean, where else would you expect to find your camera?

It's the camera I used to record videos of the boys. Except I haven't been able to find it for quite a while, so the videos were more than six months old. The memory card was full, so I had to look through the videos to see which ones I could delete before downloading my favorites and make room for more. But as I flipped through the videos... the boys wrestling with daddy, jumping in their crib, playing with my phone, drinking out of a cup... I couldn't delete a single one. I just couldn't. Once they are deleted, they're gone. Forever. These moments were far too precious to delete. I had to download every single one onto my computer.

I love pictures. I'm addicted to photography. But there's something about taking a video. It's real life, caught in motion. It instantly takes you back to the moment, draws you in and sweeps you with the emotion of the situation. Even six months ago, my boys seemed more chunky. Shorter. They weren't as coordinated when they ran, jumped or wrestled. I went nuts when they said "more" or "please." I was just amazed at how quickly they seemed to change, even in such a short period of time.

When I came home from the hospital with two newborns, people tried to encourage me, saying, "Enjoy this time. It goes so fast." "Really?" was my response, "I hope so!!!" The majority of my days were about survival. Just making it through. Pumping six times a day and leaving the house only for church on Sundays... that was a rough time. But now, life is so enjoyable. The boys are fantastic sleepers and great nappers, we can take them anywhere on a moment's notice and they eat normal food and drink regular milk. The last two years have gone quickly... relatively quickly ;) But I'm so grateful I have these snippets of video to remind me how far we've come. And to offer hope for the future. 'Cause the best is yet to come!

6.20.2011

Making Better Use of "Me Time"

I've always known it was important to make time for "me." But that became especially clear when I had kids. With all of the responsibilities a mom balances - husband, food, cleaning, laundry, playdates, church, family, kids - it can be extremely difficult to carve out time for us to recoup our strength to do it all again.

Andy needs help with paperwork? I'm on it.
They need someone to come up with a craft for playgroup? I'm on it.
My mom needs help making copies of pictures? I'm on it.
Someone needs a meal? I'm on it.

"Me time" lately has been on my bed, flat on my back and with my laptop perched in front of me while my boys sleep. Usually I just zone out in front of Facebook or reading different blogs. It just feels good to do nothing.

This is not necessarily bad, but I've been noticing a trend. "Me time" amounts to laziness and unproductivity. I'm eating whatever I can get my hands on (especially chocolate) and my stomach is acquiring an additional flotation device. I'm sluggish and exhausted. I thought about all of the fruits and vegetables I give to my boys... about the beautiful lunches I make for Andy... and the well-balanced dinners I try and prepare... then why am I serving myself the scraps? That's when I realized I needed to spend more of "me time" DOING things for MYSELF.

I started last night.

When I packed Andy's lunch, I packed one for myself. Complete with a salad, drinks and snacks for the whole day. I do it for my family - why not myself? This way, I can snack on my lunch throughout the day - just as much husband does - and have a better concept of how much I am consuming. I feel better about the green peppers, cucumbers and cheese/crackers I'm eating because I put thought into them the night before. It's not an open-the-cupboard-and-see-what-junk-I-could-fit-into-my-mouth-within-a-ten-minute-time-period kinda thing.

Being a mom is sacrificial. Of course, there's nothing we wouldn't do for those we love. But I'm beginning to realize that I need to spend a little more effort taking care of myself so I have more to offer. Even if that means using up some of my "me time" to better care for ME.

After all, I'm worth the effort.

6.16.2011

A Back-Up Plan is Still a Plan

My whole life, I've had a plan. I like having a plan. It makes my life less stressful when I know where I'm headed.

Now, just because I have a plan doesn't mean that things always go according to that plan. They rarely do, actually. I thought I'd meet Mr. Right in college, date for a few years, get married after we graduate, get a job teaching 2nd grade in my alma mater, live in the country, stay home with my kids and live happily ever after. Instead, God didn't introduce me to Andy until I had been teaching 6th grade for three years and now we live in the city with twins. Things turned out very different than I had imagined. But that's because I couldn't have imagined them to be this good! It's only because of God's goodness that I'm able to *try* and be open to changes in my plan because I know that ultimately, God's plan is better.

The past few weeks have been really difficult for this mommy, though, because we didn't seem to have a plan. Well, we did have a plan - to find a house - but that plan had an expiration date. If we failed in our mission before August 31st, we were being thrown into the streets. Or at least one of our parent's houses. Or finding an apartment somewhere and renting month-by-month. Somehow, this Plan With an Expiration Date didn't inspire too much confidence. I've been discouraged and listless. What's the point in packing up your stuff if you don't know where you're going to be? What's the point in organizing your stuff if you don't know what you're going to need? In fact, what's the point in preparing dinner? Or washing the dishes every night? Or doing laundry regularly? It just didn't seem important to do all of the mundane responsibilities of the house on any kind of schedule if I didn't know where we were going to be. Instead, it somehow felt better to just live in the moment and fly by the seat of my pants. Again, not a very comfortable place for this former teacher and perfectionist.

This is an immature way to live, I know. But my whole body wanted to shut down because of this horrible Plan With an Expiration Date.

Finally, we had to get serious. If a good house didn't come on the market before our deadline, we needed somewhere to stay. And wouldn't you know? God provided. If we don't find something we like before August 31st, we're going to stay with my Great Aunt Mary and Great Uncle Ron. Remember them? I wrote about them in this post. They live about 6 blocks from our house, in the upper apartment of my late great-grandmother's house. Their lower apartment was left vacant after my Great Aunt Connie died last year. Rather than go through the hassle of finding and managing tenants as well as making the necessary updates, they decided to leave it vacant to preserve their privacy. When we approached them about the possibility of using that apartment as a back-up, they couldn't even contain their excitement and wanted us to move in the next day. What an answer to prayer! We're going to pay them rent (including utilities) and my husband is going to fix it up a bit before our arrival, which will also be a blessing to them. It has three bedrooms, a bathroom and a larger family area than we have in our apartment. We're already familiar with the area AND family will be right up stairs. And the biggest blessing is that we'll be able to stay for as long as we need to - with no lease, no contingency, no strings attached - until we find our home.

We're still going to continue actively searching for our next house, but now I don't need to be stressed about the "what ifs" in our plan. We've got a plan now... and a Back-Up Plan. I can refocus and continue on the path forward. For the first time in weeks, I cut coupons, planned a weekly menu based on those coupons and have been preparing dinner during the boys' naps again. I just cleaned my kitchen and dining room and for the first time in a month, you can see my kitchen counters.

It feels good to have a plan. Or rather, a Back-Up Plan. Because as it turns out, a Back-Up Plan is still a Plan.

6.06.2011

Why, I Oughta

There are so many options of things I should be doing with my time. Right now. The boys are sleeping and have been for the past two hours. I've got almost an hour before it's time to wake them up.

It's not like I've got nothing to do!

I really oughta run a load of laundry.
I oughta take a long shower.
I oughta make thank you cards for my cousin's bridal shower this weekend.
I oughta download pictures of the boys.
I oughta start dinner.
I oughta take up the rest of the groceries from the van.
I oughta clean out and vacuum the van.
I oughta clean my room.
I oughta burn picture files from the computer onto CDs.
I oughta work on the boys' baby books.
I oughta schedule their 2-year pediatrician visit (already a month late.)
I oughta fill out that ridiculously long questionnaire from NYS about their growth.
I oughta pack away their winter clothes.
I oughta work on the MOPS summer playdate schedule.
I oughta make something for our meeting tomorrow.
I oughta clean out my diaper bag.
I oughta write to my secret pal.
I oughta respond to some emails.
I oughta go through a few bins in the attic.

Instead, I've been browsing through old photos on Facebook and then perusing old listings of houses online, hoping to find the needle-in-the-haystack that we might have already missed. I didn't. I've still got nothin'.

And even after all of this excessive time-wasting, I decided that it would be a better investment of my time to complain about everything I ought to do and yet actually DO none of those things. I'm not sure if this accomplished anything. But at least I can cross ONE thing off my list... blog.

6.02.2011

The Waiting Game

Do you remember how hard it was to wait as a kid? "Tomorrow" might as well as have "ten years" and "next week" is like saying "practically never." I remember! It's for that reason that I can't even tell my boys where we're going or who we'll see until right before we're getting ready to leave. "Let's put your shoes on, boys," I'll say. "We're going to see Nana!" And don't forget, we still have the thirty-five minute ride in the car. Every few seconds, they echo, "Nana? Nana? Nana?" as if to remind me of my destination. They probably think we're never gonna make it!

Waiting is tough on kids, for sure. But how about us adults?

As an adult, I have much more control of my situation. I am in charge of deciding where we go and when we leave. Though I could argue that my boys have more control over the speed of that progress... or lack thereof. We get our lunch in less than three minutes through the McDonald's drive-thru window and complain if the car ahead of us won't make a right on red. We bypass busy intersections, leave before rush hour and travel the side streets, all in an effort to keep us from waiting in traffic. We survey the lines at Wegmans, gambling on which cashier will get us through the fastest, keeping an eye on the size of carts and number of coupons in the hands of customers ahead of us. If you've got two toddlers with you, it becomes even more important to keep yourselves from waiting.

Trust me. I get it.

Perhaps that is why I'm having such a difficult time waiting on progress lately. I'm used to getting my way rather quickly! We sold our house at the end of April (praise God!) and are scheduled to close in the middle of July. And we still don't know where we're going to live. That's right. We've got nothing. Thankfully, we've got some time, my husband made sure of that. We're free to stay in our house until August 31st. But after that? We've got nothing. Nada. Zilch.

Our realtor sends us an email every morning with the houses that have just entered the market or have fallen into our price range. We consider ourselves to be pretty open minded when it comes to the condition of the house, but are rather picky when it comes to (what I've come to refer to as) the three "Ls." Location, land and layout. We can change pretty much anything else, but we've got to have those three Ls. It's been two months and nothing has peaked our interest. I know that God already has our next living arrangment all picked out, but is waiting for His perfect timing to reveal it to us. Alright, Lord. Aaaaaaaaanytime You're ready!

So we wait. Every morning, I open my email and browse through the new listings. My husband will go see many of them, but (as per my request,) will only bring me along when he sees something he likes. After those options are ruled out, we wait again.

Jack and Ben seem to be oblivious of our waiting game, though. They've never complained of having too little space or not enough room to spread their legs. They're not feeling overwhelmed about the amount of time there'll be to pack or how we'll ever renovate an area in time to move. In fact, they're as happy as ever. I guess ingorance really is bliss.

Ahh, to be a kid again.

6.01.2011

Messing with their Minds

Alright, alright. Don't worry. I'm not reeeeeally messing with my kids' minds. But I am learning to understand them (and react to their needs) a little better. And I'm learning it's all in my approach.

One of the most difficult parts of assisting two toddlers to reach their own level of independence is their HUGE desire to do it themselves, their inability to do what their brain dictates and their low verbal skills. Even if it's something as little as taking the cap off of a marker. They grunt, squeal and pull with all of their might before they explode in frustration. They demand to be walk on their own, even as you're heading into busy traffic without a stroller. They scream at a restaurant until you give in, letting them sit in your lap, eat off your plate and take ice cubes out of your water. They respond "no" to any question, even if it means they change their mind two seconds later and follow with a quiet, "yes." They will pull hair, claw at their brother's face, and wrestle them to the ground if they do not hand over the toy they wanted to play with in a timely fashion. They hit their fork against the table, their toy hammer on the wall and their legs on the crib; they seem to get a thrill over hearing themselves make an excessive amount of noise.

In writing some of these things down, I'm starting to feel a little self-conscious. I'm not the only one that's experiencing these things, am I?

Anyway, I'm sure you get the picture. I'm dealing with two strong-willed, independent and completely NORMAL little men! I try and remind myself of that fact (especially the normal part) when I feel like I'm starting to lose my mind. These are all very normal activities for a toddler. Healthy, in fact. It's only bad when time goes by and we continue to allow these immature behaviors to continue. As the parent, it's MY job to teach them how to appropriatly respond to frustration and how to ask for help. I want them to have a certain amount of independence, to continue to explore their abilities and find things they're good at.

So here are a few things that seem to be working in my house.

I am all about choices. They want to make the call? I give them the choice. But what they might not understand is that ultimately, Mommy Wins. A classic fight in our house is wanting to walk on their own. So if we're going out in traffic, for a walk down the road, or into a store, I give them a choice. "Would you like mommy to hold you, or do you want to hold my hand?" Either way, the boys are safe. They get what they want, but it has to be done my way. I just have to be sure I'm willing to hold up my side of the bargain for any scenario they might choose! Some common choices in our house... "Would you like to drink milk or juice? Would you like to hold mommy's or daddy's hand? Would you like to play with the tools or read a book?" We are communicating respect and trust when we let them make their own decisions. We are making them feel like they have control over something.

Another way I try and get inside their heads is to tell them ahead of time what I expect. The other day I was taking them to the zoo in the wagon and did not feel like carrying them both... by myself... and the wagon... throughout the zoo. So I told them when we first got there, "You can ride inside the wagon today. Mommy will not hold you." Each of them tried to get me to hold them one time, but I simply reminded them of our pact. "No, mommy will not hold you today. You can either walk or ride in the wagon." Worked like a charm.

Here's something else I remember reading a few months ago, tried it, loved it and now I can't remember the source. As a former educator, not being able to acknowledge the source makes me feel horribly guilty. Try not to discourage the bad behavior. Rather, we should encourage the positive behavior. "No! Don't hit your brother!" or "Don't jump on the couch!" are always our first thoughts. But they tell us that all toddlers hear is "HIT!"  or "JUMP!" They basically tune everything else out. Instead, we should remind them what they should do. "No, we have to be gentle with our brother." I also remind them what we use different utensils for. If they hit the table with the fork, I might say, "Forks are for eating." If they are standing up on the chair, I'll say, "Chairs are for sitting." If they start to pour their cup of milk onto the table, I'll say, "Milk is for drinking." You get the idea. My boys really do respond when they understand what I'm trying to communicate. Most of the time anyway.

Another tactic I've found helpful with this age is to use their desires to help motivate. In my house, our boys clean up their toys. Not everything, all the time. But if we take out a "set" of something... the trucks, the tools, the markers, the blocks... they know that they are responsible to put it all back before we take out another set of toys. They've been doing this since they were about a year old (on a much smaller scale,) and they still surprise me by how much they really can do. They're usually very good about cleaning up... ONLY if I manage it correctly. I don't make them clean up the toys when it looks like they're done playing with it. Instead, I wait until they want to take out another set of toys. Or if they want a drink. Or if they want to go outside. "Ok," I'll tell them, "we can go outside after you clean up your trucks." It helps when they're working toward something. With this, I've had to be very good about acting on my promise immediately or else it loses its charm. My kids would get frustrated if I said, "Thank you for cleaning up the trucks. Now you have to clean up your blocks as well before we can go outside." Just one at a time. At least for this age.

Another challenge in my house is the fact that my boys are not big talkers. In order to help encourage them to talk, I've learned that I have to be very patient. It can be just as frustrating for mommy as it is for them when I cannot understand what they are trying to say. But we're all learning. If Jack is obviously struggling with taking off the marker cap, I try and intervene before he enters the Blowing his Gasket stage. "Can Mommy help you? Can I help you open the marker?" Sometimes, they'd rather continue to struggle. And many times, it comes off a moment later. But then there are times when they quickly concede, grateful for the help. I'd like them to say, "Help" more quickly, saving all of us a lot of frustration. I'm trying to assist them in knowing when it's appropriate to use different words. It's been fun to watch their vocabulary grow, even in the past few days!

My kids like to be respected. I mean, who doesn't? But I see sooo much of myself in my kids when it comes to being independent. They don't like being told what to do. Gosh, wonder where they got that from? And they seem to appreciate when I offer them a little more time for them to try and do it on their own. Again, they're definitely my kids! Identifying the fact that these are characteristics that will serve them very well someday, motivates me to help me teach them to channel these things as strengths.

As you can tell from my ramblings, we are a work in progress. I'm still very green when it comes to assisting my boys into toddlerhood. It can be extremely difficult, frustrating and just plain exhausting. There are times when no creative tactic works and it's time to force them into submission... or ignore the act... or just let it slide. I'm still learning when each of those things might be appropriate. It's a trial and error thing at times. It can be rough, but I keep reminding myself that this will not last forever.

Someday, they'll be able to cross the road by themselves, ask for help when they need it and carry on a conversation without becoming distracted by the dog barking in the background. Someday, this will just be a distant memory.

But today, this is my reality. This is my world. And I couldn't imagine a more challenging and fulfilling and exhausting and rewarding place to be.

5.24.2011

Ben's Little Treasures

Growing up, Mom taught us that we never went somewhere empty-handed.

It's ingrained in me now. If you're going to a friend's house for dinner, ask if it's alright if you bring something for dessert. If you're going for a playdate, make a pan of brownies. If you're not able to make something ahead of time, then stop at Tim Horton's for a small pack of TimBits. Not only does this guarantee you'll have a never-ending supply of sugar (ah hem,) but it shows that you appreciate their hospitality and acknowledge the work it took to prepare their home for your visit. It's the Italian way. Grandma Lombardo always said, "You don't ask if they want coffee. You ask what they want in their coffee." Who doesn't appreciate that sentiment?

Anyway, I don't remember ever telling my boys about this age-old Italian tradition. But I guess I never had to.

Benjamin has a thing about not going somewhere empty-handed. Everytime we walk toward the door to make our exit - to playgroup, to church, to Target, to the wagon for a walk - he grabs for something to hold in his hand. Most of the time, I need to ask him to leave it at home. Especially if we're going on the front porch - that toy would be guaranteed to be thrown over the side! But there are many other times when I just let him take his beloved ball or Little People figurine or flashlight. Not the hockey stick, though. Or the balloon. Those are fights waiting to happen. Our van is constantly littered with these little treasures, especially since Mommy usually grabs a second identical treasure for Jack to hold in case he grows jealous of his brother's toy. Or perhaps I should say when he gets jealous. Brothers.

But please don't think I mind. I really don't. I make trips to the Dollar Tree for the very purpose of finding new treasures for him to adore.

During the past few weeks, though, this same habit has applied to bedtime. And naptime. Before being sent to the confines of his crib, Benjamin will scour the immediate area around the couch (where we do our book reading/singing/praying routine) for something to take with him. A stuffed animal would be the most obvious and normal choice. But he's only taken a stuffed animal once. More often, it's a Hot Wheels car. A bouncy ball. And today... are you ready for this?... an ice pack.

An ice pack? Yes, an ice pack. I doubt he cuddled up with it, but when I checked on him a few minutes later, he was peacefully sleeping in his usual spot, with the ice pack just a few inches from his face. And yes, it was warm.

Ben knows that he should never go somewhere empty-handed. He just knew.

That is my son... and there's the proof.

5.16.2011

Highlight of my Day

My Great Aunt Mary and Great Uncle Ron came to visit the boys this morning. It's a shame we don't see them very often, even though they only live about five blocks away.

My Aunt Mary is my mom's paternal aunt. Italian aunt. 100% Italian. Short and with a pretty healthy-sized nose and slightly stocky build, Aunt Mary never had kids. She's the kind of woman who would gaulk at how tall we got, how talented we were and how beautiful we played the piano. Honestly, we could never do wrong, according to my Aunt Mary.

Uncle Ron is a male fashionista... or perhaps it's fashionisto. You've never seen a grown man get more excited about clothes or cologne. Uncle Ron has always doted these huge Coke-bottle glasses, though you still can't be sure his vision is any stronger because of them. Always the first to laugh at his own jokes, he's much more likely to forget the punchline and say, "Mar, how did it go?" When I was little, he'd hide a dollar bill under each of our dinner plates and couldn't wait for us to sit down in our seats and discover them.

They are such a sweet couple. They're in their seventies now and the only thing that's changed about them in the past thirty years I've known them is their speed. They must just a little slower these days.

But we had such a great visit and my sides still hurt from laughing. I wanted to tell you about the highlight of my day, because of their visit.

I could talk about how funny it was to hear Uncle Ron keep mixing up the boys' names, even though I was sure to put Ben in blue, just like always. But not only was he mixing them up, he was calling Jack "Jeremy." Poor boys started responding to just about anything!

I could also tell you about how Aunt Mary thought their little caterpillar was a crocodile.

I could even brag about how sweet it was to watch each of my boys run to each of them and embrace them in a big squeeze, followed by a gentle kiss on the cheek.

I could also talk about how hilarious it was watching Uncle Ron with the boys' baseball bat, swinging at the air and then jokingly starting to fall down after every swing. Jack and Ben were in stitches. So was I. So was Aunt Mary.

And gosh, if only I could have counted how many times my aunt exclaimed, "aye aye" or inhaled a long "heeeeeeeee" in worry or fascination as she watched the boys climb, jump off of or dive into the couch.

But by far, the biggest highlight of my day was watching them do "Ring around the Rosie." All four of them. The boys grabbed their hands as they made a little circle in my dining room. We sang the song as Uncle Ron, Aunt Mary, Jack and Ben shifted their feet to the left to form a little circle. My aunt and uncle looked so cute, huntched over, holding two two-year-old's little hands in each of theirs. Jack and Ben couldn't take their eyes off of them. Then, as they got to the end... "we all fall DOWN!" you would have expected the boys to fall to the ground. We've done it a million times before. But they didn't this time. They watched the two grown-ups gently fold their knees, but otherwise, stand still. So the boys did the same. "No!" Aunt Mary laughed, "fall down! You fall down! I can't!" But the boys just stood there, still holding hands, and knees slightly bent. They sang it again (and this time, I could barely sing because I was laughing so hard.) And when they got to the "We all fall DOWN!" Aunt Mary bent down on one knee. But the boys still stood there, completely enamored by their new playmates. Aunt Mary couldn't stop laughing as she tried to encourage the boys to fall to the ground, but the most they would do is fall to one leg. "Ron, help me up!" she laughed, "I can't get up!" He waddled his way to his wife and extended both arms to pull her up before they tried the game a few more times. I don't know if this scenario sounds funny to you, but it was absolutely hilarious!

The only picture I got of this little game was on my cell phone. Still, I think it captures the moment.

When they left, after Uncle Ron had made a few speedy trips to the bathroom, he said, "That was the most fun I've had in my entire life." I'm sure there were plenty of moments that may have surpassed the laughs that was had in our household today, but it definitely topped my list for the day. Possibly my week. Thanks, Aunt Mary and Uncle Ron, for reminding me that we're never too old (or young or fill-in-the-blank) to have a little fun.

5.13.2011

Progress

Progress. Progress. PROGRESS! We are so grateful for progress!

As it turns out, our lady house had quite a few suitors... that resulted in quite a few proposals. After four days on the market and seven showings, we got four offers. Unbelievable. I don't know, perhaps I'm a little old-fashioned. I assumed there'd be a longer courting process, but I guess that's how this new game is played! And we couldn't be more thrilled.

Our house is now in-contract! The "sold" sign is proudly displayed on our front lawn and we're moving forward! We close in July and are able to stay for three additional months, giving us some time to find a new home. Which is good... because... well, we can't find anything just yet.

I'd appreciate your prayers as my husband and I continue to talk about things like square footage, number of bedrooms, neighborhoods, money and yards. So much discussion. So much looking. So many open houses. So much pressure.

For those of you that have house-hunted in the past, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Especially if you have kids. When you're looking for a house, it feels like you've got to have the next ten years of your life all planned out. Perhaps the next twenty. You feel like you need to know how many more kids you'd have (and their sexes, of course, as it relates to the number of bedrooms,) where they should go to school, if your husband's job will change focus and when and to what, what kind of community would best suit you and how much you can afford and will be able to afford in the future. That's a lot to know. Especially when the only thing I feel good about these days is what I'm making for dinner each week and even THAT changes depending on what kind of day I have!
This could be a long process for a recovering control freak. Hmm, perhaps I'm not recovering at all! I'd rather save ourselves the heartache and just learn all of the details now so we can continue to go about our day-to-day activities in a much more relaxed and confident manner. I just want to know everything. Doesn't seem like too much to ask! :)

In the meantime, we will continue to look at pictures of houses, drive-by neighborhoods and schedule appointments to see houses we think we may like. All while trying to enjoy some beautiful weather with my boys, prepare healthy meals for my husband and keep my sanity. I'm going to need your prayer on this one! ;)

5.06.2011

They've Learned So Much

Jack and Ben on their 2nd birthday (and our 4th wedding annivesary, May 5th)

My thoughts have been very retrospective during the past few days. Remembering, celebrating, observing and wishing there was a way for me to bottle things up just as they are so I can enjoy them again in the future. I want to freeze a few moments in time. Bottle up a few laughs. Store up some toddler twin talk. Savor these precious moments. Perhaps that's why I take so many pictures!

It occured to me yesterday how much the boys have learned in such a short time.

They sleep through the night.
They walk, run, jump and climb like nobody's business.
They love to color with crayons, pencils and pens, but especially markers and paint.
They babble quite a bit, but have a little more than a dozen words they use all the time.
They can imitate almost any animal. The elephant is my favorite.
They like to imitate my mom's Italian hand gestures.
They love to read.
They feed themselves.
They drink from a cup.
They cover their mouth when they sneeze. Well, Ben does anyway. Sometimes.
They will eat any type of fruit, any time of day.
They ask to sing certain songs by doing the motions.
They pat their brother on the head to say "I'm sorry."
They can point out the letters "S" and "O" from a mile away. "J" and "B" too, but not as predicably.
They can draw a line, a circle, dots and squiggly lines on command.
They say "woah" and "bus" and "tree" constantly during carrides.
They hold our hand when we're walking.
They fold their hands when we pray. And then they say "Amen."
They are a joy to parent.

Some of the things they've learned are things we had to work for. Others, they learned naturally on their own. It occured to me how overwhelming parenting was when I realized how much they would need to know. Gosh, I know how to hold a spoon, but how do I teach someone else to do the same? How would they learn that they're not supposed to touch outlet covers, jump out of the crib or run away from mommy in public? How do you discipline? How do you get them to sleep for an extended period of time?

But as more time passes, you learn. You research, ask other moms, experiment, you fail, you do a search in Google, you try again, you succeed. Some of these skills are things we had to teach. Andy and I would talk extensively about what we hoped for them and then came up with a plan. We tried it, tweaked it and tried it again. We've made many mistakes. But thankfully, the boys didn't know any better. We grew more confident and tried our best to stay consistent. We tried to give them some space, respect and some structure. They watched us, mimicked, copied and depended on us. And somehow - in spite of ourselves - they've done extremely well.

Happy Birthday, Jonathan and Benjamin. I don't know who has grown more in the past two years: me and your daddy... or you guys?