Monday, December 19, 2011

the sweet spot

I had grand intentions of posting about our Advent activities more frequently this month, but that's been buried on my never-ending to-do list. For the last 6 weeks or so I've averaged about 90 minutes of TV per week and that's come in the form of 10 minute snippets of football here and there. (I have Grey's episodes from OCTOBER saved on DVR. I dream of an afternoon where the kids are at grandma's and I can be a lazy couch potato and catch up on my shows...) I've wanted to write about how J and I both signed up to run the Lincoln half marathon on May 6th (we're taking applications for cheerleaders...) (and omg a half MARATHON? The longest race I've ever run is a 3k, which I'm already running and I've only been training for a week). More on that later.

Saying this month has been busy would be a huge understatement. It's been insane. Yet, through all the busyness and rush rush, I feel like I've really truly enjoyed each day. Seeing Christmas through the eyes of a two and a half year old is pure magic. His joy makes every ounce of stress worthwhile.

2012 is 12 days away and while it's always refreshing to flip the calendar page to get a fresh start and a clean slate, I'm feeling a bit nostalgic about this particular Christmas. This is the year that Bubba really *got* Christmas. He knows fully that it's baby Jesus' birthday. He knows that it's about family and togetherness and love. And he CANNOT WAIT to see all of his grandmas and grandpas, he talks about it several times a day. He wakes up every morning to find Oliver the elf (nevermind the 48 hours this past weekend when we seem to have, um, lost Oliver). He's thrilled for Santa to come.

By that same token, this is the last year that Jbug will be completely oblivious to Christmas. Next year he will be 18 months and into everything I'm sure. It's the last year that I can shop for his presents with him in the cart, and I can wrap them while he plays contentedly beside me. He has no idea what's going on and it's precious.

People ask me how the boys are all the time (note: the phrase "the boys" takes my breath away, still) and I usually say "they're great, growing like weeds", and if that person probes a bit further I will tell them we're in a sweet spot right now. The boys are happy, healthy, growing, they really are enamored with each other, and I mean that truly. B doesn't have a jealous bone in his body, and j just thinks B hung the moon.

When j was born our lives were turned upside down while we struggled to find our new normal as a family. We worked very hard to keep B's life the same though, and for the most part he's thankfully just bobbed along through life the same as he did before j joined us. B interacts with his little brother frequently, but he's also a very independent toddler who isn't afraid to ask us for what he wants. This may sound a bit bizarre, but to some extent, it's almost like my mind has the boys and their needs completely separate - at the moment they're more different than they are alike. But, I also hold that dear - they rely on me for completely separate things and I can get their undivided attention because they don't want what the other has (yet).

The time will come when they're fighting over the eleventy million Hot Wheels cars in our possession, or they both want fruit snack at the exact same time and omg-boys-can-mom-please-just-go-to-the-bathroom-alone-just-this-once? I hope they're best friends. I hope they still think mom and dad are the coolest people in their lives (ha!). But I don't know how that will all work out.

What I do know is that this Christmas is the only one of its kind and I'm going to enjoy every single moment. We're in a sweet spot and I want it to last as long as possible.

Merry Christmas, friends.


  1. Christmas with a 2 1/2 year old is going to be the bestest EVAH!

    Merry Christmas to you and your 3 boys!

  2. I'm glad things are truckin' along so well with the boys. I didn't live it, so you may have a different perspective, but it seems like you got things whipped into shape and flowing smoothly rather quickly after you had J. Impressive. :-)

  3. I love this... isn't how funny how different it is the second time around? Because you KNOW how fast it goes.

    I hope your Christmas was beyond marvelous. Love you dearly, friend!


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