Dear Gabe and Bea, Little Man and Beanie, Mister and Twiddle,
With every month that passes I can't believe I was bestowed the honour of being your mom. This is even more true now that you guys are an age that is SO much fun for everyone. There are ages that are really only interesting to the parents and maybe some family but to the general public....meh.. This age is hilarious... in every way, the crazy stories, the 'let's peetend', the silly opinions on silly stuff and your imaginations are going like crazy. Every morning you wake to tell me stories I think must be crazy dreams but maybe they are just story telling. Endless 'remember when' and I am amazed by what you remember....and am sometimes confused by the memory....did this actually happen? Was this something you did with Daddy? Is this a dream?
In my lame attempts to wear you guys out without going outside with the weather being so grim we have started playing some silly games around the house. The popular ones are 'red light, green light' and 'hide and seek'. Both games in our house are weird variations of the real game. Hide and seek is you two running off to hide while we ALL count loudly. I stop counting to find you while the two of you continue to count loudly from your hiding spot.
This month was also kindergarten registration. I still haven't come to terms with this concept. How on earth is it time for you guys to start school? As much as I am not ready to let go I am also acutely aware of how much you guys need it. Along with knowing and recognizing numbers and letters, Gabe you are desperately trying to read. Spelling out the words and then 'reading' them. For a while everything was a meal, breakfast, lunch or dinner.....all letters spelled a meal
|Your eyes at their worst pre-surgery|
|Into the operating room. Daddy took you, I couldn't do it|
Thank God for Grammy. Like all major life events, Grammy is here to keep some sanity. We had to be at the hospital for 6 am so the plan was to sneak Gabe out and let Bea sleep. Grammy would stay home and have a special day with Bea. I wanted to make sure that this wasn't a traumatic event for either of you. It is easy to think that this is going to be scary and weird for Gabe but I wanted to be aware of how weird it was going to be for Bea. Waking up to just Grammy in the house, knowing that Gabe was at the doctor to 'get his eyes punched'......Daddy and I kept saying 'fixed' you guys kept saying 'punched'....
|Just woke up and the first time looking straight at you|
|In the wheelchair to go home|
We were home by noon and Grammy had taken Bea out for brunch. Gabe it was like you had been drinking. Stumbling around the house. They said some of it will be the change in eye sight and some will be the drugs. We gave you a little bit of time to calm down and eat something but felt naps were needed for ALL of us.
After naps and the drugs had worn off we became more aware of how different this was for you. From across the room you looked at me and said "Look, two Mommies" then you slowly walked towards me and once close said "now one Mommy"
You healed up quickly and the doctor said at your post-op that everything looked great. He seemed to downplay the correction saying that there could possibly be other minor ones in the future...something he didn't mention at any of the pre-surgical visits. I hope in your case that you figure this out and no further adjustments are needed....I don't know if my heart can handle it.
. We then spent the next 20 minutes running around the house looking for your brown tooth. We didn't find it under the bathroom sink or in your bed.
You love your pillow and have taken to carrying it around every where. You think it is 'lovely', 'shiny' and 'squishy' and I have NO idea where this is coming from.
One day you threw your arms around my neck and said "ahhh....love love love"
While flipping through a nutrition book I am reading you said "Inter-westing......verwee inter-westing".
One day you told me the bathroom lamp needed a new 'lightballs"
This month has been the beginning of you doing accents. Yes we are that crazy in this house......but you have started talking about 'The Mole Sisters", a British childrens tv show, with a slight English accent. Daddy thinks this is hilarious and makes you do it over and over. You love to make people laugh
You can also be incredibly focused, much more than Gabe can. Sticking with something until you feel it is done. This is true of your painting and in this picture, putting tiny Toy Story stickers all over your Devil Ducky. This took you over an hour and then you presented it to me