Showing posts with label Tatum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tatum. Show all posts
Monday, March 25, 2013
Happy 8th Birthday
to my sweet Tatum!
What great things you have ahead of you!
Friday, November 02, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
This is me...everyday.
Crazy and tired, but happy.
I am now the mother of four kids.
Most days it surprises me, still.
Three I had gotten used to,
and four is only more fun.
We're almost at the end of our first school year
where both girls have been gone at least part of every week day.
Where from 12-3 it's just me and 'the boys'.
{that's still so weird to me!}
It's been awesome, but I won't lie, I'm ready for summer.
Lazy days sleeping in and laying out by the pool.
Exhausting our Pass of All Passes
and grilling almost every night.
No more kindergarten drop-off
{we'll get a break for 1 year}
or homework packets for a few months.
And no more dance class. Goodness, that got old fast.
Mom's excited.
So for memory's sake,
here's an update {end of the school year}
of all four kids.
Ahhhhh, Tatum.
I'll start with my first.
I told Beau the other day that the traits in her
that drive me most crazy right now
are the things I will absolutely love about her
as she grows up to be a young woman.
She's stubborn and feisty.
She definitely marches to the beat of her own drummer.
She's sassy {too much if you ask mom} and spunky and bossy.
She's emotional and loyal.
She is confident and beautiful and smart.
1st grade was cake for her - 100% on every spelling test this year,
reading @ a 3rd grade level and better at math than I am as a 34 year old.
She is boy crazy.
She says things like, 'duh' and 'what the...?'
She is 7 going on 17.
And I wouldn't want her any other way.
Because after every fight, I get a good 'I love you, mom'
And I love her right back, only more.
Sweet Hayden.
Our little peace maker.
She has a smile that lights up the room.
She has the most lovable raspy voice and growlish laugh imaginable.
She holds her own when she needs to
{and with a big sister like Tatum, she needs to more often these days},
but she's the first to give in to solve a conflict.
She begs to be tickled.
{crazy, I know}
She rocked out kindergarten,
even though she is the tiniest little thing in line every day.
She is quick and eager to learn new things.
She is extremely bright and is praised by her teacher every time we speak.
She is kind and empathetic and sweet.
But a little rotten sometimes, too.
{just the right amount}
She will try anything once.
She is our performer.
You can ALWAYS find her somewhere singing
and is always embarrassed if we catch her in the act,
but should do it more because she has a great little voice.
Love, love, love that kid.
Layne the Lover
I seriously get an 'I love you mom' at least 3 times an hour,
every day - never fails.
He loves me a 'gazillion'.
And I love him that much, too.
He is a loner.
He traded his obsession for Thomas the Train for Power Rangers.
And I'm totally okay with that. We were all trained out.
He fiercely loves his baby brother.
Like, obsessively.
Like, can't stand to be more than 5 feet from him.
Like, cutest thing ever.
He is fearless and shy.
He is amazingly smart.
Could count to 100 last year {he's now 4}
and can do Tatum's math homework.
He reads his letters and numbers and can spell
the names of everyone in our family.
He will be in preschool next year
and already is telling me that he'll miss me because...
He's a mama's boy.
He is freakishly strong.
And he has the cutest way of talking,
kind of like a Boston accent
and I'm secretly so sad that they'll try and 'fix' that once he's in school.
{a bad dream is a 'nite-may-uh'}
Little Sawyer
He has changed so much in the last month.
He is now bald and rolling
{off of my bed today - that sucked}
and can't keep his hands out of his mouth.
He is SO happy
and smiles all the time.
He's started to belly-laugh
{my favorite}.
He has no interest in anything else to eat
besides his bottle.
He is patient,
which may or may not have been by choice
considering that he's pretty much being mauled
by any one of the three little people in this house
that are completely obsessed with him
at any moment on any given day.
He talks
and if you 'talk' back he'll keep going.
But you have to talk like him - he loves it.
He's started to lose interest in his pacifier.
And has gained interest in his thumb.
And he's the easiest baby to put to sleep.
Put any kind of cloth {blanket, burp rag, etc.}
over his face and give him something to suck on
and he's out in seriously seconds.
Oh, and he's really loved.
A lot.
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So there you have it.
Or I guess, I have it since that was really for me.
It's been too long.
I need to be a better blogger.
For memory's sake.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Such an easy project!
Found it, pinned it and actually made it.
Inspiration found here.
{making one for me tonight}
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Tatum's first day of 1st grade.
She's most excited to see Taylor (BFF) every day
and to eat lunch at school.
I didn't cry.
She certainly didn't cry.
And I've only looked at the clock 10 times so far (it's 10am).
Man, she's growing up too fast.
We love you Tatum!!!
Friday, March 25, 2011
Six years that I've been a mama.
Six years, people, that flew by.
On this very day in 2005,
we welcomed
{after an expired due date
and an unexpectedly intense/long labor & delivery}
our first child.
2.5 hours of pushing and without
the help of much epidural power {that's another story},
the room was silent.
Seriously?
I was panicked - something had to be wrong.
She didn't cry, no one spoke to me, shock filled the room.
Something wrong?
Please say something isn't wrong.
Not now.
And then a cry and laughter
and lots of 'I'm so sorry's from the doctor.
Had he known she was going to be 10 lbs 4 ounces,
he never would have made me push that long.
She was chunky and sweet and beautiful.
We survived and in the end brought home
{on Easter Sunday} a wonderful prize,
our sweet little Tater Tot.
She has been a joy and a blessing in our lives
and continues to surprise us every day.
She is ridiculously smart and funny,
a little on the sassy side {sometimes too much},
kind and tough and eager.
She's got these gorgeous blue eyes
that sparkle when she's happy
and could cut through you if she's mad.
She is a great big sister
{I find her 'teaching' the other kids
what she's learned in kindergarten all the time}.
She loves her dad and I often find her
calling him on my cell phone
that she's found laying around , just to say 'hi'.
I can't tell you how many times a day
she says 'I love you, mom'
without any reason other than just because.
And although we have our trials
{we're very much alike and butt heads often},
I know that as we grow together, we'll only grow closer.
I love you, Tatum,
Happy 6th Birthday!
Let's Party!
Friday, November 05, 2010
Cowgirl Jessie
Bo Peep
& Woody
Some were into it
and some totally weren't.
Happy Halloween!
Friday, September 03, 2010
It's here.
The day I knew was coming, but wasn't sure how I'd receive it.
My heart, my baby, my first born,
my sassiest and most stubborn of children
enters the world without me always by her side.
And, I won't lie - I'm a little scared.
Not questioning if she's ready or not (she's ready),
not excessively sad that she's growing up
(she's 5 going on 15, I'm used to it),
not even totally sad that I won't
have her with me 24/7 (the break will be good for both of us).
What scares me the most
is that this is the begining of the world creeping in.
The world of you're not good enough.
It wasn't that long ago that I was there
(and in some part, still am)
and I'm kind of sad for her.
I don't want her to lose her innocent and non-affected confidence.
I love that she knows she's cute and struts her stuff.
I love that she relishes in being smart and wants to learn new things all the time.
I love that, even though she might fight
with her brother and sister, she really is a kind and empathetic child.
I love her stubbornness and her razor sharp memory
(I can never go back on a bribe or promise with that kid - she never forgets).
I don't want her to be told that she's not smart enough,
funny enough, tough enough, pretty enough,
skinny enough, popular enough,
spiritual enough, outgoing enough,
perfect enough.
Because she is.
She's exceeded all of my expectations
of what motherhood would be,
of how much I could really love another person unconditionally.
She's taught me so much about being self-assure and letting go.
It sounds crazy, but at the age of 5,
she has a better grasp on who she is than most people my age.
And now, she steps into the unknown
with her stylin' new outfit and shiny new shoes.
Kindergarten, here she comes.
Please, treat her well.
Tatum Gayle - Kindergarten
Age: 5
Height: 43 inches
Weight: 50 lbs
Hair color: Light Brown/Blonde
Favorites
Animal: Baby Elephant
Food: Turkey Sandwich
Game: Wii (she is a killer bowler)
Toy: Barbies
Thing to Do: Playing w/ B
Book: Pinkalicious
Color: "Pink, like my mom"
Movie: Princess and the Frog
TV Show: iCarly
Song: California Gurls (Katy Perry) and Hey, Soul Sister (Train)
Primary Song: Follow the Prohpet
My best friend is: B
Other friends I like to play with: McKenna, Holly, All My Cousins
Things I like to do with my friends: Play house, play babies, do art projects
When I grow up I want to be: A rock star and a firefighter
Pets: Emmit
If I had a new pet it would be a: “Baby Kitten and I would name her Ellie like the cute girl on 'Up' ”
What people like about me: "That I‘m cute"
Things I can do really well: "I’m really good at coloring inside the lines. I can do a cartwheel and a front flip on the tramp. I try really hard to be nice and to share. I‘m good at babysitting babies like Greydie. I‘m really good at singing and dancing and make up my own songs all the time."
Good Luck, Tot.
We sure do love you 'round these parts.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
no school
no work
no cleaning
no errands
picnics in the backyard
some serious pouting
hanging out at home
having fun
We're {so} ready for summer
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
I won't lie,
it's been a rough week with this one.
She's a diva.
She's the oldest.
She's stubborn.
She's bossy.
She's a sass.
She's emotional.
She's impulsive.
She's a fighter.
Sunday was the end of a long week
of tantrums and me breaking down
exhausted from it all.
And then today I realized,
I could look at things in a different way.
She's a diva, but she's always entertaining.
She's the oldest, and she is a huge help.
She's stubborn, but she knows what she wants.
She's bossy, but she's not a follower.
She's a sass, and she won't be pushed around.
She's emotional, and she's empathetic and caring.
She's impulsive, but she lives in the moment and without fear.
She's a fighter; she stands up for herself and for others.
And I know, without a doubt, that
I really am lucky to be her mom.
Even if there are days
I want to run away from home
just for a little while.
Here's to hoping this week will be
less dramatic and that I'll have
better perspective.
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