This video just sums him right up!
We had an action packed and hysterical long weekend with these guys!
Joint party with the Reas - with the help of Harper - and homemade cake by Elsabe (with one half decorated the special SA way- bananas and fresh whipped cream!)
Happy 38! ❤️❤️❤️
And we topped it all off with surprise treats for Grambie!
Saturday morning movie snuggles...
Gymnastics, aka stuffed animal hoarding
Impromptu Isa hang!
All important SAUCE delivery to Jack and Linda:
Complete with a Max Gargione circa 1992 cameo:
Sunday brunch with Gladys, which prompted the most beaming, adoring smiles from Harper. She loves her so so much.
A little sass...
(She’s suddenly 12.)
Last week we were skiing (Harper LOVED it!)...
Saturday we were super bundled at the tail end of the winter vortex weather....
And yesterday we were biking around the block without coats! This winter is getting hard to follow...
You turned two over a month ago, but the holidays and the start of year sprint (two work trips to California and the month is not even up yet) have meant that today’s quiet moment is the first I’ve had to dedicate the time I want to your birthday post. Your sister and dad are at a Monster Truck Rally with four of her closest guy pals and their dads (she is very happy), you are napping, and here we are.
At two, you are a complete and utter joy. You have a kind and caring soul and a happiness that is contagious. You literally crack us up on a daily basis with your full sentences, your dance moves, and your very expressive facial expressions.
You are a talker, like your sister, and have become like our little family parrot. Always repeating everything we say, in full. With this language explosion has come a sense of confidence to go toe-to-toe with your sister. Whether it’s challenging her to run a race down the hall with you “Harper, ready set go!” or spontaneously proposing hide and seek with “Harper, where’s Roycie?” you have really arrived as her number one playmate and co-conspirator. You’ve also found your voice when it comes to things like, “I don’t like it,” to “that’s MINE!” to “Mama Harper took Roycie’s Mickey.” While you are still her moon and stars, she has started to tell me that having a little brother is hard because “little brothers take things from their sisters.”
You are busy, busy, busy. Always building or climbing or running. When we watch the Incredibles (one of your favorites), you insist on jumping up and sprinting down the hallway at full speed as Dash. You climb to the highest peak, always, and often prompt other parents to look at us when we’re crazy because we’ve become relatively unphased by it. You know your limits and will sometimes call out “I need help!” when it comes to getting down.
You are musical! I think inherited from your Grampa. You tap to the beat better than all of us and love to lose yourself in your drum set or your guitar. You sing every word of our bedtime songs and then keep singing them to your guys in your crib each night.
And speaking of your guys. You are fully in love with your Mickey, your Minnie (who started out as Harper’s, but she’s mostly given up), your Teddy, your panda, your blue bear and your pink bear (also once Harper’s, like her mama’s). You greet us every morning from your crib standing up with at least three of them tucked under your arm, and Mickey has become a permanent feature on your left hip.
You are full of affection and you dole it out generously. You lean in for snuggles with your full chest and you are not shy to bury your head into the shoulders of all who love you. You give kisses and hugs and high fives with glee. And you are sensitive. You tell me when you are scared “I scary” and you have a limited appetite for (Disney) monster scenes or sad moments. You feel deeply. And it will be one one of your greatest attributes.
You are bright and happy in such a way that it makes me stop and think about how lucky I am many times a day.
We love you so.
...also, since you turned two, you’ve had a big boy hair cut! Here you are today casually lounging at the bar...
We’ve had a chaotic week with snow days and routines turned upside down and training Elsabe. The kids have been flipping from sheer excitement and glee (“Snow!!”) to epic meltdown on a dime.
Then I turned around in Harper’s room the other night and found her singing like this to Roycie. It felt like a magical moment.
And the next night, Mickey and Minnie storytime:
... and a chilly welcome for our new au pair, Elsabe!
We have been spoiled with visits, gifts, food and laughs with so many of our nearest and dearest this holiday season. And we even managed to squeeze in a visit to the Griffins. We are full, happy and grateful. And we are embarking on the journey of convincing Harper and Roycie that gifts and treats don’t appear every day in real life :).
On to 2019!
The emotional rollercoaster!
Kicking off 2019 with a renewed Vimeo subscription at long last now that I sat down and sorted it out, and the best Roycie video of all time:
2018 was full, hectic, and so much fun. In 2019 I hope to carve out some more time in the quiet right here. We’ll see how I do. We’ve learned to fully embrace the chaos!
The love affair with Kaden continues...
First post of December.
We have gone on a whirlwind trip to South Africa and back again. Uncle Shaun died suddenly from a heart attack nearly three weeks ago and we were on a plane 36 hours later.
These little guys were all stars, all things considered, but the travel really did leave us flattened. It was an amazing and wonderful thing to be with family and the kids got some surprise sunshine and major cousin bonding out of the trip, but we will not be taking the JNB-IAD flight via Ghana again any time soon. It turns out a 17 hour flight with a three hour delay is JUST TOO LONG to be on an aircraft with these munchkins. Tears were shed in Dulles. They were mine.
We are jetlagged and wiped out but grateful and thankful for our people. And for Shaun and all of the amazing things he passed on to Darren (like his love for building, love for family, love for meats, and love for water polo).