Sunday, January 27, 2013
preschool
Clint attended pratt's preschool last week to talk to the kids about good dental care.
Words cannot express how proud Pratt was.
Words cannot express how proud Pratt was.
Friday, January 18, 2013
update on max.
we went for max's well child check yesterday.
he's 20 months but i was behind. so it was an 18 month check up.
all is well. he has a few (that's a stretch) words under his itty bitty belt (33% for weight. 96% for height). dad. dog. dat (pratt or cat). he sometimes says momma. and more. oh, and ty ty. and sometimes i think he says ten. and yoda. but that's about it. he tries. it just all starts with a d. dr. stanford says that by 2 years, he should have around 20. at that point, he might refer us to a speech pathologist. i'm not really worried. because i'm too tired to be worried. not really. mostly because i didn't fully talk until i was around 3. scary, i know.
he is such a joy to be around. so sweet. so loving. when you pick him up, he just lays his head on your shoulder and pats you.
he sleeps when he wants to sleep. usually from 7 to 7. sometimes he's not tired at 7. and well, unless you want him to scream his face off, you just have to let him play. and let him decide it's time to sleep.
he sleeps with a pacifier in his mouth. and one in each hand. and when he wakes in the morning he holds those three pacifiers like his life depends on them.
he goes to kdo one day a week. and his teachers love him. which i love. miss jamie always says he is the most lovable child. he doesn't nap there...but they don't seem to mind.
he's walking well now. not running. but walking fast when he needs to. he is learning how to step down. he can follow instructions really well. he understands most of what we tell him. he just can't really respond with words. he points and grunts and shakes his head yes and no. he is talking his own language. we just aren't sure what that language is yet.
this is my favorite age. i forgot that until recently. i love how close max wants to be. he will walk to his bookshelf, get a book and then come back to sit in my lap. and have me read. he loves all the matthew van fleet books. moo, heads, tails, the alphabet. all of them. his favorite bedtime books are goodnight moon and goodnight gorilla. when he sees the mom's eyes open in the dark room, he laughs and laughs. belly laughs. sweet boy.
he still loves pratt more than anything else. yoda comes in second. it's hard to remember life before him.
not a day goes by that i don't realize how easy this life is. and how at any minute, i could get a call that could change that. i worry about everything. i worry when i drop them off at kdo. i worry when clint drives to work in the morning. i worry about my sister at school. about my parents. about it all. you name it, i've worried. and if i haven't, i'll start as soon as i have a full grip on what it is.
this is how crazy i am. sometimes when pratt and i talk about taking vacations "when max gets older", i worry that the time might not ever come. that something might happen to me and i won't get to those years. yes. what is wrong with me?
i'm more aware of sickness and tragedy than ever before. and it's bringing me down.
okay. i'll stop. here are a few pictures of max. the child that screamed for 121 days. who now only screams when you force him into his carseat for long rides.
oh, this first one is from the day pratt had strep. we were at the doctors office and max wouldn't keep his hands off his brother. so sweet. i love these boys so much.
he's 20 months but i was behind. so it was an 18 month check up.
all is well. he has a few (that's a stretch) words under his itty bitty belt (33% for weight. 96% for height). dad. dog. dat (pratt or cat). he sometimes says momma. and more. oh, and ty ty. and sometimes i think he says ten. and yoda. but that's about it. he tries. it just all starts with a d. dr. stanford says that by 2 years, he should have around 20. at that point, he might refer us to a speech pathologist. i'm not really worried. because i'm too tired to be worried. not really. mostly because i didn't fully talk until i was around 3. scary, i know.
he is such a joy to be around. so sweet. so loving. when you pick him up, he just lays his head on your shoulder and pats you.
he sleeps when he wants to sleep. usually from 7 to 7. sometimes he's not tired at 7. and well, unless you want him to scream his face off, you just have to let him play. and let him decide it's time to sleep.
he sleeps with a pacifier in his mouth. and one in each hand. and when he wakes in the morning he holds those three pacifiers like his life depends on them.
he goes to kdo one day a week. and his teachers love him. which i love. miss jamie always says he is the most lovable child. he doesn't nap there...but they don't seem to mind.
he's walking well now. not running. but walking fast when he needs to. he is learning how to step down. he can follow instructions really well. he understands most of what we tell him. he just can't really respond with words. he points and grunts and shakes his head yes and no. he is talking his own language. we just aren't sure what that language is yet.
this is my favorite age. i forgot that until recently. i love how close max wants to be. he will walk to his bookshelf, get a book and then come back to sit in my lap. and have me read. he loves all the matthew van fleet books. moo, heads, tails, the alphabet. all of them. his favorite bedtime books are goodnight moon and goodnight gorilla. when he sees the mom's eyes open in the dark room, he laughs and laughs. belly laughs. sweet boy.
he still loves pratt more than anything else. yoda comes in second. it's hard to remember life before him.
not a day goes by that i don't realize how easy this life is. and how at any minute, i could get a call that could change that. i worry about everything. i worry when i drop them off at kdo. i worry when clint drives to work in the morning. i worry about my sister at school. about my parents. about it all. you name it, i've worried. and if i haven't, i'll start as soon as i have a full grip on what it is.
this is how crazy i am. sometimes when pratt and i talk about taking vacations "when max gets older", i worry that the time might not ever come. that something might happen to me and i won't get to those years. yes. what is wrong with me?
i'm more aware of sickness and tragedy than ever before. and it's bringing me down.
okay. i'll stop. here are a few pictures of max. the child that screamed for 121 days. who now only screams when you force him into his carseat for long rides.
oh, this first one is from the day pratt had strep. we were at the doctors office and max wouldn't keep his hands off his brother. so sweet. i love these boys so much.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
"i'm wikeable."
conversation as i'm cooking dinner.
p: "momma. there is a wittle girl at school that doesn't wike me."
me: "what!? why do you think this?"
p: "because she took a toy from me in gym today."
me: "pratt fulks. how many toys have you taken from max?"
p: "a million."
me: "yes. do you love him?"
p: "well, she told me she didn't wike me. said it right at my face. right here, momma. got right here and said it. (he held his hand right at his nose)
me: "well, you know what you need to do? when someone says something not nice?"
p: "yes. walk away. just walk away."
me: "yes. say, "i'm sorry about that." and then walk away."
p: "her name is mattie. and you know what kills me, momma? she told me that one night we were setting up the tent...she told me then that she wanted to be my friend. why did she change her mind?"
me: "maybe she is just yanking your chain. joking with you."
p: "no. she was being serious. it kinda hurts me. because i fink i'm wikeable. don't you fink, momma?"
and with that, i want to go get this mattie kid. and make her like pratt.
it's started. me being that mom.
i need meds.
p: "momma. there is a wittle girl at school that doesn't wike me."
me: "what!? why do you think this?"
p: "because she took a toy from me in gym today."
me: "pratt fulks. how many toys have you taken from max?"
p: "a million."
me: "yes. do you love him?"
p: "well, she told me she didn't wike me. said it right at my face. right here, momma. got right here and said it. (he held his hand right at his nose)
me: "well, you know what you need to do? when someone says something not nice?"
p: "yes. walk away. just walk away."
me: "yes. say, "i'm sorry about that." and then walk away."
p: "her name is mattie. and you know what kills me, momma? she told me that one night we were setting up the tent...she told me then that she wanted to be my friend. why did she change her mind?"
me: "maybe she is just yanking your chain. joking with you."
p: "no. she was being serious. it kinda hurts me. because i fink i'm wikeable. don't you fink, momma?"
and with that, i want to go get this mattie kid. and make her like pratt.
it's started. me being that mom.
i need meds.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
resolutions.
that time again.
last year i didn't make any resolutions. mostly because i don't really think i can ever keep any. i'm the girl that can't keep a diet up for a week. so something an entire year old makes me need to potty.
but something changed around october for me.
the book. seven. by jen hatmaker.
and since then, simplicity has really been on my heart. and my mind. and it surrounds me daily. in and with all i do. grocery shopping. cleaning house. playing with the boys. all of it. i'm reminded DAILY (multiple times a day) that i must learn to live simply so that others may simply live.
other things have happened this year that have caused me to take a step back and really focus on what and who is important to me.
mainly clint. i was talking to spencer yesterday when she said the EXACT same thing as i was thinking. and that is that i love him more than i show him. and that i'm hard on him. and if i were to ever lose him, i would totally and completely lose myself. and so i need to have more patience with him.
i have this really bad habit of thinking he's semi-perfect. i mean, sure. i know he isn't. but there are times when maybe i think he should just know what to do. because you know, he's been doing it for so long. he's dated me for 10 years. been married for over 5. i forget he's human. and tired. and works a job where only a handful of people are excited about coming in. i forget that his days are hard too.
and so i want to try to have more patience with him.
and of course, i want to try to have more patience with the boys.
so more contentment. more simplicity. more patience.
and less of the i need, i want. less of the hurried behavior. less of the rush, rush, rush. less of the pinterest mom. because if we were all honest, those of us who are taking pictures posting them on instagram every.single.day of all the great things we've done for our kids...we would admit that at some point we probably missed out on something.
i say this because i know it. i'm guilty of it. when i'm taking pictures, trying to document time, max will have gotten in the catfood. and eaten a handful. and pratt will have taken acrylic paint to the outside porch furniture and made handprints all over everything. because "you know, momma...you love my handprints!"
i want to be better. i want these boys of mine to grow up and search the world over for someone like me. i want them to have high standards. i want them to love with all their hearts. and give. and give more. and keep on giving.
on christmas morning, pratt ran into the living room and screamed with delight at his three presents. and he said, "momma! santa did it! he really did! he brought me three whole presents!"
tears stung my eyes. because i've tried so hard to make sure he never takes anything for granted. of course, now that i put this on paper...we will have a meltdown soon. and he will tell me that he wants more. and more and more. and i'll deserve it for putting it here.
one more thing. clint was telling pratt just the other day a quote he read in the newspaper. in an obituary. a woman that had died lived by the quote, "nothing is truly yours until you've shared it." i love that.
so here's hoping 2013 is filled with love. and happiness. and joy. and contentment. simplicity. patience.
cheers.
last year i didn't make any resolutions. mostly because i don't really think i can ever keep any. i'm the girl that can't keep a diet up for a week. so something an entire year old makes me need to potty.
but something changed around october for me.
the book. seven. by jen hatmaker.
and since then, simplicity has really been on my heart. and my mind. and it surrounds me daily. in and with all i do. grocery shopping. cleaning house. playing with the boys. all of it. i'm reminded DAILY (multiple times a day) that i must learn to live simply so that others may simply live.
other things have happened this year that have caused me to take a step back and really focus on what and who is important to me.
mainly clint. i was talking to spencer yesterday when she said the EXACT same thing as i was thinking. and that is that i love him more than i show him. and that i'm hard on him. and if i were to ever lose him, i would totally and completely lose myself. and so i need to have more patience with him.
i have this really bad habit of thinking he's semi-perfect. i mean, sure. i know he isn't. but there are times when maybe i think he should just know what to do. because you know, he's been doing it for so long. he's dated me for 10 years. been married for over 5. i forget he's human. and tired. and works a job where only a handful of people are excited about coming in. i forget that his days are hard too.
and so i want to try to have more patience with him.
and of course, i want to try to have more patience with the boys.
so more contentment. more simplicity. more patience.
and less of the i need, i want. less of the hurried behavior. less of the rush, rush, rush. less of the pinterest mom. because if we were all honest, those of us who are taking pictures posting them on instagram every.single.day of all the great things we've done for our kids...we would admit that at some point we probably missed out on something.
i say this because i know it. i'm guilty of it. when i'm taking pictures, trying to document time, max will have gotten in the catfood. and eaten a handful. and pratt will have taken acrylic paint to the outside porch furniture and made handprints all over everything. because "you know, momma...you love my handprints!"
i want to be better. i want these boys of mine to grow up and search the world over for someone like me. i want them to have high standards. i want them to love with all their hearts. and give. and give more. and keep on giving.
on christmas morning, pratt ran into the living room and screamed with delight at his three presents. and he said, "momma! santa did it! he really did! he brought me three whole presents!"
tears stung my eyes. because i've tried so hard to make sure he never takes anything for granted. of course, now that i put this on paper...we will have a meltdown soon. and he will tell me that he wants more. and more and more. and i'll deserve it for putting it here.
one more thing. clint was telling pratt just the other day a quote he read in the newspaper. in an obituary. a woman that had died lived by the quote, "nothing is truly yours until you've shared it." i love that.
so here's hoping 2013 is filled with love. and happiness. and joy. and contentment. simplicity. patience.
cheers.
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About Me
- hannah
- i'm a girl who likes to write. not a girl that's necessarily good at writing. it's cathartic, i think. and boy do i need that from time to time. i married a wonderful man named clint in may of 2007. he is everything i am not. he is calm. he makes plans. he is organized. his truck is always clean. his clothes are hung by types of shirt/color/size/etc. i'm full of nervous energy. i'm spur of the moment. i can't ever find what i'm looking for. we live in my car...pretty much. i'm lucky if my clothes are within ten feet of my closet. God gave us a precious angel of a baby in september of 2008. his name is pratt allen. he is 2.5 years old.we have another little one on the way. his name is max wesley. and he is due may 19th. somehow i'll be the mother of two boys. craaaaa.zy. i spend my days cleaning house. picking worms and caterpillars out of the flower beds. cooking meals. shopping at target. washing clothes. playing on the floor. reading books. doing puzzles. traveling to sonic. and the library. and blogging. i hope you enjoy our blog. feel free to leave a comment. hopefully it's a nice one. i tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.