Sawyer arrived.

He was early.  We were ready.  And we are happy.

Jack is already showing the signs of being a caring and perceptive big brother.  He wanted to make sure that Sawyer liked Star Wars, and that he could have dessert if he "finished all his milk."

We assured him that one of his most important jobs as big brother is to make sure Sawyer knows about the good things in life, and that he was right on the money with Star Wars and dessert.  Because, obviously.

Hope someone has your back today.

Talk soon,
Heather

the one about Tim Curry and turning four

I grew up in a very small place.  My county was so small it had one high school.  I went there.  

Every year, there was a talent show at my high school.  I got roped into participating in the talent show exactly once.  The year before I got roped in, when I successfully bagged out due to paralyzing fear, my friends did a performance of The Time Warp from the Rocky Horror Picture Show.  (More on the talent show I did get roped into later.  Or not.)

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you're making me feel really old.
But you should watch this movie.  Really.

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When Durel and I told Jack that he was going to be a big brother, we framed out how long he would have to wait in terms of milestones.  We explained that he would have Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and his birthday -- and then, baby would come.

He totally got it.  And now that he is officially a four year old, he asks every single morning whether the baby is coming today.

Apparently, Jack will value punctuality in a manner that takes after Durel.  (I like it.  I just struggle with it, that's all.)

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So, about being four -- Jack is.  We had a party, his first "big kid" party.  Unlike previous years where we had cupcakes and enchiladas and balloons at home, this year we went to The Bouncy Place.

There were friends -- Jack and his school posse are pretty tight, and they came, and they bounced.  

There were snacks, including cupcakes.  I grabbed onto my Batman theme and didn't let go, as you can see: 

And the results were fantastic.  Batman was happy beyond happy.

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And now he's four, asking every day when his baby brother is coming, and I am in my very own Time Warp.  I haven't seen any sweet transvestites yet, but I'm telling you, I wouldn't be that surprised if I did.

And, as if I needed more proof that there is a Tim Curry/time warp kind of theme to my week, which I did not, Clue: The Movie was on the other night.

And if you have not see Clue: The Movie, go watch it right now.
I'll wait.

Hope you take a jump to the left today.

Talk soon,
Heather

wishing for adventure

This morning, the sun wasn't quite up as Jack and I left for school and work.

Jack:     Mama, is the sun still in bed?
Me:       Yes, but it's getting up.  See, the moon has gone away.
Jack:     There's a star!  Where are the rest of the stars?
Me:       Well, they're going to bed, too.
Jack:     Star light, star bright
             First star I see tonight
             I wish I may I wish I might
             Have the wish I wish tonight.
Me:       [initially speechless]  What's your wish?
Jack:     I wish ... I could go up in an AIRPLANE.  With YOU, Mama.
Me:       [melted]
Jack:     Would that be an adventure?
Me:       It sure would.  Let's talk to Daddy about taking a trip.

Hope your day is full of adventure planning, sweet moments, and wishes made.

Talk soon,
Heather

burfdays and such

When we first told Jack that he was going to be a big brother, I was concerned that he would have no grasp of time.  And that every day, he would ask us if the baby was coming.

In an effort to stave off that particular line of questioning, I explained to him that before the baby comes, he would have:  Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentine's Day, and his birthday.  And then!  Lo and behold, the baby would come.

That has worked pretty well, except that we're down to the last "pre-baby" milestone.  And while we've been going to a lot of awesome birthday parties for Jack's buddies, I can almost see his expectations ratcheting up for *his* party.  [Ulp.]

Every day, Jack asks me:  Is TODAY my burfday?
And I reply:  No, your birthday is in about a month.  It's not time yet.
He aims to refine:  But, I'm having a party?
And I aim to please:  Yes, you are having a party.

Funny thing is that every day, I think to myself:  How many days until the baby comes?
And I reply:  A couple more months.  It's not time yet.
And I aim to refine:  But, I'm getting close, right?
And I aim to please:  Yes.  You are.

I guess Jack and I are both pretty damn excited about upcoming burfdays and such.

Hope you have something totally bad ass to look forward to.

Talk soon,
Heather

a wish

Perhaps they are not stars but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones shines down to let us know they are happy
Eskimo Legend

Wishing you and your loved ones peace and bright stars today.

Heather