Cherish the days

That’s going to be my next tattoo. My grandma always says that to me, and I have it in her handwriting. It’s going to run vertically along my line of sea turtles for the kids. When I get around to it…

Fully the past decade of my life has been spent preparing for, having, and raising babies. And yes, I still consider the twins babies, even though they’ve turned 2. They don’t speak in complete sentences; they can’t dress themselves; they can’t make me a cocktail; and they still poop in their pants without warning. Definitely still babies.

But, since they are now 2, I’ve begun to wake up a little and see the world around me again not just as a pregnant/new mom, but as a regular person. And lately, that, unfortunately, has put me in a frequent state of comparison – houses, travels, other ways of and standings in life in general. Materialistic and superficial, yes, I am well aware, but it happens nonetheless.

There is a particular street in our village that is my absolute dream – the homes are enormous, the yards are equally huge and immaculate, it looks like you’re in a forest, and it feels about 8 million miles away from our area, when in reality we’re roughly a mile apart. I told Ryan maybe someday we can sell both our houses and look for a spread over there. Even that would probably still be a stretch.

I think comparing oneself and life to others is fairly common, but it just gets so damn annoying. I know I’ve said this here before, but as far back as I can remember I’ve always felt just a little different than everyone else, always just kind of out of place. I’ve never been able to place why, and it’s odd how many times people say “Me, too!” when I say that because I’ve always looked at everyone else as being the “they” with whom I and others compare ourselves. So to hear people say they’ve felt the exact same way and know exactly what I’m talking about seems crazy to me. I’d love to walk through every single day thinking my space in this world is absolutely perfect, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, and there’s not one thing else I should be doing, but that’s easier said than done when we’re constantly surrounded by massive amounts of wealth that will probably always make me feel “less than,” no matter how happy I am. And I am, actually, truly happy. Just wondering, that’s all. Does a little comparison ever completely end? Is it human nature, or am I just weird?

A friend said to me the other night that he admires how I’m always going through life with a smile. I was completely surprised, yet flattered, and said well how am I supposed to be, angry at all the “could have beens” all the time? I feel like it’s better to go through life not just looking at the cup as being half full but having that half full part be overflowingly full. Sure I could’ve stayed in NYC, been a multi-multi-millionaire by now, and be living in a ridiculously expensive luxury penthouse in Manhattan, but I didn’t. I knew there was no way Ryan would have stayed out there permanently, I didn’t really want to either, it would have been impossible to raise a family there the way we’re raising ours, and I honestly hated my job more than just about anything I’ve ever hated in my life. I realized the second I started working out there that everyone around me cared solely about money, and that’s not me. There is SO much more to life that they were constantly missing. Having money is definitely a good thing, but it’s not the only thing.

And without me and Ryan being us, none of our kids would be here; and they pretty much are my life. Yes we live in a too-small house with too many kids and we don’t get to do everything that everyone else gets to do or go everywhere that everyone else gets to go or have everything that everyone else gets to have, but they don’t get to have our kids and the love and fun we have with them, either. Our 5 children are healthy, they’re happy, they have fun in the now and the everyday, they don’t really want for anything, and for that simple fact I am so grateful. So that’s why I smile. Because although it isn’t much right now to most people, it’s everything to me. It’s mine. It’s the “what is,” not “what should be.” I really do cherish the days with my whole heart.

And when our house is finally done, it will be practically double the size it is now. The kids will be able to run upstairs to their room, something I’ve always wanted in a home. I am fully aware that the size of one’s house is not the be-all and end-all in life, but with a family of 7, a little more breathing room will be nice.

All right, there are my mind’s ramblings for the day. Sorry it’s not a post full of pictures of the kids again, but it’s good to let my brain dump every once in a while. I used to do that all the time on here, but then we had all those kids mentioned above and life filled up and the house filled up and so did my head. Don’t worry, it’s slowly starting to come back to normal. Then watch out, Dream Drive, here we come! Just kidding, I’ll just be over here arranging furniture in our new upstairs instead. 😉

They’re Two!

The twins are TWO!!

Apparently they were not excited for their last night of one

And, as expected, they are acting totally two-ish. Running, climbing, shouting, laughing, crying, dancing, clapping, singing, goofing, and often destruction-ing.

They absolutely love Daniel Tiger, Peppa Pig, and Forky from Toy Story 4. They like to color as much as their big siblings do, and they constantly dive into their bag of Color Wonder markers and paper and start creating. They got a little remote control car for their birthday that they are surprisingly good at driving around, and they adore all their little choo-choo books. Cars, trains, balls, and blocks are their usual toys of choice, and they are very good at playing by themselves. Playing peek-a-boo is one of their favorites, they have learned to start telling knock-knock jokes, and their snuggle blankets and plugs are still their lifelines.

Their vocabulary is getting better by the day. Nat often strings his whole lineup of words together into a funny little sentence: cheese, apple, bye-bye, nigh-night, NO! (how Forky says What?! Nooo! in his shorts). Mama, Daddy, Babo (how he says Daniel for Daniel Tiger), Peppa, snort (like Peppa does), shoes, nuggle for his snuggle blanket, bu for his plug. He’s also good at carrot, banana (or a version thereof), spoon, Elmo, ball, football, hat, choo-choo, baby, ribbit for frog, moo, neigh, quack-quack for duck, a funny little tongue gobble noise for turkey, pa-pa for Packers, hot dog, poop, hoo-hoo, owl, cup, hello, chair.

Avit has much the same, but his aren’t always as clear as Nat’s: all done, thank you, what sounds like all done but means apple, dan-dan for Daniel Tiger, she-she for fish (maybe trying to say fishie? who knows on that one), quack-quack for duck, choo-choo, stop (he has a collection of tiny street signs and stop light that are his favorites, so he says stop to mean he wants to get them all out), star, lights, dye for bye, Mama, Dada, mwah while blowing kisses, here it is!, hot dog, blue (and he recognizes blue now, too!), moo, baa, hi, sit, chair, hat, oh no. He also still does his long strings of unintelligible chatter with hand movements, which are hilarious.

They both do a growly voice for Cookie Monster every time they see him. Avit loves to come running to me while I’m standing in the kitchen, wrap me in a gigantic hug, then turn and run back into the living room while waving bye and blowing kisses. I always play along and say, “Bye, I love you, have a great trip, see you later,” when he goes back to the living room. It is then repeated over and over, and I love it. I’ve started singing Twinkle, Twinkle to him at nap and bedtimes because he adores stars, and it often works wonders to calm him if he’s crying or doing his pre-bedtime crazies when I hold him tightly and sing right next to his cheek and ear.

Nat loves to look right at you, nod, and blink multiple times in a row to say yes or agree with something, but his favorite answer by far is no. Even when he really means yes. Morrison loves to play this game with him – ask him every question under the sun and hear him say no to everything, even when his answer would obviously be yes. He is getting better at saying yes when you ask him something that he does actually want, but for the longest time all he would answer to anything was no. The big kids all get the biggest kick out of it.

For as cute as they are, they can be super naughty. Avit’s retort when he gets in trouble is always to spit and try to hit something or throw his toys, which enrages me. Nat has now started copy catting and spitting, too, but his is less of a direct spit and more of a subtle raspberry blowing. Like, I really want to spit like Avit does, but I know I’ll get in trouble, so I’ll just kind of blow a little raspberry to the side and hope I get away with that. Cute, but annoying. I hate spitting, and thankfully none of the other kids ever did it. So where these 2 picked it up, I have no idea. Avit has gotten hot sauce in his mouth for spitting like Lana did when she was his age, it has happened twice, and he hates it. It does deter him from spitting again for a while, so hopefully one of these days it’ll stop for good. They’ve also started climbing out of their cribs and onto my bed when they’re supposed to be napping or quietly watching a show in the early mornings while I get ready before school. NOOOOOO!!!!!

They do a good job playing together and I can still get them to sit in the playpen for a little while so I can go downstairs to ride the bike, although Nat does climb out, run into the kitchen, hear me shout for him to get back in, then run back to the living room and climb back in with Avit until I come back up. Our house is the exact opposite of soundproof, so there is not one ounce of stealth or secrecy in his escapes. They are terrible at sharing, though, and Nat is the worst about stealing stuff right from Avit and making him scream. They adore the big 3 like nobody’s business, and it is pretty amazing to see how much the big 3 love making the “babies” laugh and play. I think in my mind it’ll always be the big 3 and the twins, never the 5. The twins are getting to the age where it’s easier for them to play with the big 3 instead of the big 3 having to hide their stuff when they play so the babies don’t destroy whatever it is they’re doing. That’s a huge step and makes things so much easier.

2 years down. The second was definitely more work than the first due to constant corralling and chasing and cleaning up, whereas the first was hard due to utter sleep deprivation. That has gotten slightly better since the middle-of-the-night wakeups are few and far between now, but they do wake up far too early. On school days my alarm goes off at 5:40, and Nat has usually awoken before that. I make him lie back down until I get up, though, at which point I turn on the TV in our room for them to watch PBS Kids while I get ready and get everything going for the big kids. They do still go to bed around 6:00 in the evening, though, so that saves much of my sanity.

The twins! They’re 2! Crazy. We don’t have true babies anymore, and it’s so strange to me to say that we’ll never have a baby or a 1 year old in this house again. On the morning of their birthday I started thinking about the girls’ 2nd birthdays, and the fact that these two are our last 2 year olds hit me like a tidal wave of emotion. It is definitely less bittersweet because there are 2 of them at the same time and it’s all much harder this time around than it ever was with 1 baby, but it’s still its own version of bittersweet nonetheless.

Happy 2nd birthday, Nat Jennings and Avit Jerome!! You two are an amazing duo, and I still can’t believe we have twins! We all love you so very, very much, and I love seeing the wonderful little boys you are becoming. Our family is certainly louder, but full of so, so much love with you two in it!

Here are their official 2 year old stats:

Nat:

  • Height: 35″ (72%)
  • Weight: 27 lbs. 8 oz. (42%)
  • BMI: 15.8 kg/m2 (27%)

Avit:

  • Height: 35″ (72%)
  • Weight: 31 lbs. (82%)
  • BMI: 17.8 kg/m2 (80%)

Now the weights aren’t the most accurate since neither of them would stand still on the scale long enough, so we’ll just call those close approximations. Avit is obviously still much heavier than Nat, though.

I know I forgot to do this with their 18-month post, but here are some posterity stats: size 5 diapers, size 6 overnights, size 24 months or 2T clothes, Avit size 8-9 shoe (but they pretty much never wear shoes, just slippers), Nat size 7-8 shoe. And here are 2-year-old comparisons with the other 3:

Now the best comparisons, the pictures! As usual, Della, Lana, Morrison, Nat, and Avit. Unfortunately I couldn’t find another one of those Elmo 2 candles that the big 3 all used on their 2nd birthdays, so I got the twins matching 2s instead. We’ll keep Elmo for someone’s 12th birthday. 😀

2020 ~ The next 10…

It didn’t dawn on me until just a couple weeks ago that ringing in 2020 will not only start a new year but a whole new decade. What?! For some reason, that struck me hard. Woah, a new decade! It sounds so… big.

So then I started reflecting, something I rarely have time to do. The 2010s were pretty significant for me:

  • I started them at 30 years old; I’m ending them at 40.
  • I started them pregnant with our first child; I’m ending them with my pregnancies behind me.
  • We started them with 0 kids; we’re ending them with 5.
  • I started them having no clue what it meant to be a parent; I’m ending them as a pretty confident one.
  • I started them thinking having kids meant simply adding a baby to your family; I’m ending them knowing exactly how life changing having kids is. You’d better be prepared.
  • I started them working full time in the world of Wall St.; I’m ending them not working full time again for quite awhile, possibly ever. And definitely not in that arena; once I have the need/desire/time to go back to more time-consuming work, I will be looking for more freelance opportunities in my current editing field.
  • I started them putting myself first in pretty much all of my endeavors; I’m ending them knowing how to put others’ needs first constantly, namely those of 5 very small humans who live in my house. This past decade was definitely a lesson in selflessness and humility. Having kids can do that to a body.
  • This blog didn’t even exist in 2010; now it’s 9 years in.
Just us, pre kids and carefree

So. Our family is complete. Our house is nearing completion (that’s been over a decade-long project!). We are all healthy. And I’m happy. Simple joys, but ones that are important to me.

Looking into the 2020s, I do have some feelings. And I say feelings, not goals, because that’s not how I roll. I don’t set tangible, hard goals or deadlines. I live by how things feel. It’s much easier.

  • I feel like getting to do some traveling with our brood. Doesn’t need to be elaborate or far, just exploring and seeing new places with the kids is fun.
  • I feel like getting to know our kids as growing individuals will be great. I spent the last decade, the whole of my 30s, having babies; now I’ll spend this one raising them. Hopefully I’ll do it right and they’ll be good people, assets to humanity, not a bunch of little turds.
  • I feel like these will be years of doing – finishing our house, enjoying where we live, watching the kids grow and thrive, living life as a big family.
  • I feel like getting to do some things my way, not just doing everything as governed by a baby. Or two.

2020. It sounds so futuristic, yet it’s here. The 1920s are the one era I always say I’d love to go back to if I ever got to time travel. Will the 2020s be my roaring ’20s?! Thank you, 2010s, for all you gave us. Now cheers to 2020 and the next new decade!

#thankful

The kids and I spent another wonderful Thanksgiving break with my family in Illinois this year, and every day I remembered exactly how thankful I am for what we have.

The week started out less than stellar with 2 heads full of lice (uggghhh!!!!) on Monday, $500 unexpectedly spent in treatment for that, then getting rear ended on the highway Tuesday night on the way down to my mom’s house to begin our trip (thankfully no damage or injury!), but fortunately that was the worst of it. Each day after that was great.

I have always known how important family is. You only get one, whether you like it or not. And I am very thankful for the one I have. It was so much fun watching my kids play and have fun with my family just as I did when I was their age. The circle of life!

#familyiseverything #thankful

Up Nort’, annual #2

Last month we took our second annual trip up to Eagle River with friends, just like last November. In fact, I just reread that post (click right here!), and this trip was much the same. I’ll highlight 2 main differences: This year we saw hardly any deer – quite the switch from last year, where we had to drive well under highway speeds for about the last hour of the 4-hour drive up so we didn’t slam into one, and where they came up to the patio door of our condo daily. Secondly, the pool at our place was closed for repairs during our stay this time, so thankfully they paid the fee for us to use the pool at another hotel about 10 miles away. That saved the vacation for the kids, ha!

Once again, it was a fun 4 days with good friends, good food, good wine, a fireplace, and some good family relaxing time. I might even check into the availability up there for next summer. The rates are much higher, but we’re familiar with the place now, we know that it’ll hold all of us (for now!), and their summer activities sound great. We shall see. Either way, a happy Fall tradition has begun. Hopefully it continues for many years!

My boy

Morrison has been my little buddy since the day he was born, but it’s shown itself even more this year since he started school. I like to think it’s because he misses me during the mornings while he’s at school, or maybe it’s because I miss him during the mornings while he’s at school.

He absolutely adores playing with the twins, which is the most heartwarming thing I could have hoped to happen when we added 2 more kids to our family at once. There has never been an ounce of jealousy from him or any feeling of isolation when attention focuses on the twins. He jumps in and tries to help in the ways he knows how. Which can sometimes be a little much when I’m just trying to get them to stop screaming, but which are usually spot on. And it’s obvious that the twins love him to the moon and back. The 3 of them chase each other around laughing uncontrollably, and no matter how crabby I may be in those moments, I can’t help but just laugh right along with them. The cuteness is overwhelming. And of course his heart swells when he plays with his big sisters, whom he adores equally as much. He’s the middle.

He has a heart of pure gold. His teachers have told me numerous times how wonderful he is at school, how sweet he is to everyone, and how good of a friend he is. He is particularly helpful with one of the special needs friends in his class, and his main teacher told me how amazing he is with this student in particular – always making sure he’s included and can get to or do whatever everyone else is doing; always helping him in their little groups; always sharing. She thanked me for raising such a great kid and said to keep doing whatever I’m doing, but that’s just it with Morrison. I’m really not doing anything – this is all him and his beautiful little spirit.

He’s one of the happiest, most cheerful kids I’ve ever known. Sure he has his meltdowns and still cries sometimes when he doesn’t get his way or his sisters aren’t letting him do whatever, but in general, he is incredibly joyful. He comes out of their room every morning with a sleepy, “Good morning, Mama,” and a hug for me. Except that one morning after a night Packers game where my daily greeting was replaced with, “Go Pack Go.” I’ll let that one slide. 😉 But he is constantly giggling, laughing, bouncing and skipping around, and his little smile is ridiculously infectious.

He loves school with his entire being. He had no hiccups starting this year whatsoever, and I think it’s because he was already so familiar with the place, having been going there literally his whole life. Now it was finally his turn to get to go in with his sisters, and he couldn’t wait. He comes bounding out the doors every day with an excitement that hasn’t wavered since the very first day in September. I get the best running hug you can even imagine.

He has an amazing knack for numbers that has developed these past couple months. Just tonight he counted to 115 for me and didn’t get one number wrong! He rattles off address numbers as we drive down the street; he loves sports (he just started tennis lessons, too), always asks if there are any games on to watch that day, then constantly updates you on the score of the games; he keeps track of the time on any clock with precision. It’s really impressive, and I’ve taken to calling him “Stats” because of it. But man, for a 4 year old, he is so good. He knows double- and triple-digit numbers, knows some addition and subtraction already, and is always surprising me with how much he knows.

This boy. Morrison John. My boy. For as much as I fully expected a third girl to come out on his birthday, I cannot imagine life without him as him. It definitely wouldn’t be as special as it is now. I love him with every single fiber of my being and feel so lucky to be his Mama.

Seven!

Lana turned 7 last month, and I don’t think anyone in the world could fill my heart and soul quite like this one does. I love all of our children beyond words, but Lana has a sparkle that is rare. She twinkles through life like no one I have ever known.

She still loves art, space, and Nigh-Night with all her heart, and even though she needs to stop sucking her thumb, I told her Nigh-Night can and should be a lifelong friend. She enjoys life with everything she is, and watching her eyes light up when she’s having fun is one of the most joyous things I’ve ever witnessed. She adores Della and would follow her to the ends of the earth. She loves her little brothers, too, and I can tell how proud she is when she helps calm the babies and makes them happy. It sometimes takes a little prodding to get her to help, but she’s very good at it once she does.

This lucky little girl got a couple birthday celebrations this year. We started off by doubling our block party as a mini birthday party for her, and she got to invite 2 friends from school. The girls helped me make mini cupcakes again, and Lana decorated them with jelly belly beans. She wanted to do candy corns on top, but for some reason we couldn’t find any at the grocery store when we were getting the ingredients. So she chose the jelly beans instead because she said they looked like little ghosts. Perfect!

Then on her actual birthday she got to open one present before school. Ryan picked her and Della up from school that day and took them to pick out her requested sushi for dinner, then later that afternoon he took the big 3 down to the lakefront to watch the monstrous waves. They got ice cream at the custard stand down there, then she had a regular-sized cupcake that she decorated with 7 jelly beans for her birthday treat after dinner. A day full of treats, the best kind!

That following weekend, my dad came up and brought her a giant birthday cake from my favorite bakery in Peoria, so the parties continued! That Sunday was our neighborhood trick-or-treating, which is one of her favorite things.

At her parent-teacher conference a few weeks ago, her teacher said how smart she is in math, which honestly took me by complete surprise. She’s never really mentioned math at all, but once I took a closer look at her papers and quizzes, I realized she is really, really good at it. Her teacher also said how sometimes she gets distracted easily and it takes a couple tries to get her back on track, and I said oh yes, that is Lana to a tee. 😀 Her teacher had forgotten that Lana was #2 of 5 kids, and once she remembered that, she not only commented on how amazing I was (well yes of course, thank you very much, ha!) but how great Lana is for being one of 5 children. I said well, that’s just life now, and we’re living it! She said Lana is a great friend in class and that her name came up very often when the teacher asked other students who their good friends were, and that makes me happier and more proud than any math scores ever will.

Lana Marie Rau. Our human fairy. We love you so very, very, very much, my sweet baby girl. You and I are alike in so many ways, it makes my heart shine. Never ever lose your twinkle and goofiness – they make you so wonderfully you. Happy 7th birthday!! May this be your most incredible year yet!