I had a huge pile of paperwork to go through and bills to pay (not to mention the hundreds of emails in my inbox!) so I gave Currier a big bag of pipe cleaners to keep him busy for an hour so I could get a few things done. This is how I found Rya...Saturday, March 28, 2009
Pile of Pipe Cleaners
I had a huge pile of paperwork to go through and bills to pay (not to mention the hundreds of emails in my inbox!) so I gave Currier a big bag of pipe cleaners to keep him busy for an hour so I could get a few things done. This is how I found Rya...Monday, March 23, 2009
Sibling Love
On our walk today, Currier picked a dandelion and when I asked if it was for me he said, "No, it's for Rya!" It's hard to believe that one day he'll probably pin her down and fart in her face.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Rya's First Dip
Yesterday afternoon we took the kids to the Mount Pleasant Rec Center for a swim. Rya's first pool experience was a success. She stayed in the water for almost an hour squealing in delight.
Penguin Planet
The aquarium just got some new residents and we were invited to the welcome party. On Friday evening after the aquarium closed we got to see the unveiling of Penguin Planet! It was so cool to be at the aquarium after hours without the crowds. The penguins are on loan from the San Diego zoo and will be here in Charleston for one year. We plan to visit them often and check them out on the Live Penguin Cam.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Four Months Old
Dear Rya D.,You're four-months-old today! This month you started drooling big time. The upside to all this drool is that we don't have to fill the dogs' water bowl anymore because they just stay hydrated by licking your chin. Speaking of Bruco and Paolo, have I told you how much they love you? They adore you and judging by your giant smiles I believe you love them too.
You smile the most for Currier. We were worried that Currier would be jealous of you but he's not. He has loved you from the second he met you and you are fascinated by him. He wants you to be a part of everything. If we're about to head out somewhere he'll ask, "Is baby Rya coming?" and I'll ask, "Do you want her to come?" The answer is always, "yes". He also looks out for you. Whenever you cry, he yells, "Mom, Rya needs you!" If I can't get to you right away, he calms you by saying, "Sh sh sh, it's okay baby Rya." I'm not foolish enough to think you'll always get along this well but I am smart enough to know that you two have a special bond. It's comforting to know that you have each other.
You started laughing this month. Not for me though—just your daddy. He bounces you on his belly and sings silly songs and you think it's hilarious. At first we didn't know what the heck the sound was that you were making and then we realized you were laughing. You have a quirky, contagious laugh and I can't wait to hear more of it!
You still haven't slept in your crib in your own room. You sleep in a co-sleeper beside our bed. You usually wake around 4AM and I pull you into bed with me and nurse you until you fall back asleep right beside me. I can feel your tiny breaths and your warm little body against mine and that's my favorite time with you. I don't want these moments to end.
So Miss Rya Diane, I guess what I'm trying to say is we're all crazy about you! You're the perfect fit to our wacky little family.
All my love,
Mama
Top O' The Mornin'
This morning we woke to find that a leprechaun had broken into our house last night leaving behind a trail of clovers. We followed the clovers around the house and discovered a card and a prize from the little Irish elf. That's not all the leprechaun left behind—the stinkin', lazy leprechaun used Currier's potty and forgot to flush! Happy St. Patrick's Day—hope yours is as wacky as ours!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Rolling Rya
Ladies and gentlemen, step right up and feast your eyes on the incredible, amazing and always talented Rolling Rya!
Currier and Max
Our friends, Cinnamon and John, had a BBQ at their house over the weekend. After dinner, we put Max and Currier's little sisters, Amara and Rya, to bed and let the big boys stay up to watch the Wizard of Oz in their dinosaur jammies. As always, they had a blast and we look forward to many more good times together.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Yes, I Am God
This evening Currier said, "Oh Mommy, the sky looks so boo-tee-full. Did you get up on the ladder and paint it purple?" I arrogantly replied, "Why yes I did!" Which reminds me of a great book:Baby Shower
I occasionally stick Rya in the shower with Trent in the morning. Trent sings to her and she LOVES it.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Playhouse Disney Live
Last night we took Currier and Rya to see Playhouse Disney Live at the Performing Arts Center in North Charleston. Currier is totally crazy about The Little Einsteins right now so he was completely thrilled to see Leo, June, Quincy, Annie and Rocket. Trent and I anticipated an auditorium full of toddlers as a headache, but it was actually a really enjoyable show. Both Currier and Rya behaved beautifully—no whining or crying! They were such a joy that we might just attempt a little side trip to Disney World this spring/summer when we visit family in Florida.Saturday, February 28, 2009
Rebby & Hunter's Visit
My dear friend Rebby and her son Hunter came to visit us for a week to escape the New England winter and meet baby Rya. I've known Rebecca since the 5th grade. She lived two streets over from me in Newburyport, Massachusetts. Rebecca and I share the same warped sense of humor and most of my memories of Rebby involve uncontrollable fits of laughter. In our early twenties, we moved to Orlando, Florida together and shared an apartment for a couple of years—fun, wild and crazy years!
We kicked off their visit with a little Mexican fiesta—fajitas, cervezas, Rebby's famous pico de gallo and of course sombreros, ponchos and maracas!
With the different ages (Hunter is 9, Currier is 2 and Rya is 3 months), it was difficult to coordinate nap schedules and find activities for the kids to enjoy together (+ Hunter and Currier bickered like brothers something fierce!) so Rebby and Hunter went off and did their own thing while Currier, Rya and I stuck to our little routine. Rebecca and Hunter packed in a lot of mother/son time doing some touristy stuff—the Aquarium, the USS Yorktown, the Military Museum and shopping at the Charleston Market.
Rebby and I went downtown Charleston for a little Girls' Night Out. My wonderful husband stayed home with the kids and had chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese while Rebby and I went to FIG, one of Charleston's finest restaurants. We started with a glass of prosecco, shared a citrus salad and onion tart for appetizers, oohed and ahhed over our pork shoulder and trigger fish entrees, and finished with vino and molten chocolate cake with homemade mint ice cream. It was one of the best meals EVER! We were both shocked at how well we behaved ourselves. We giggled at the thought that perhaps we've finally grown up?
For their final night in Charleston, Rebby, Hunter and I went on the Charleston Ghost and Graveyard tour. We had a good time listening to the ghost stories and trying to spook each other in the graveyard—Boo! It was a fun week with lots of laughs, loving on sweet baby Rya, insane bickering (causing me to flip out and scream "shut up" to the kids—not one of my proudest moments!), fantastic food, flowing wine and beer, hilarious Chris Farley impersonations, good conversation and lots of reminiscing.
We kicked off their visit with a little Mexican fiesta—fajitas, cervezas, Rebby's famous pico de gallo and of course sombreros, ponchos and maracas!
With the different ages (Hunter is 9, Currier is 2 and Rya is 3 months), it was difficult to coordinate nap schedules and find activities for the kids to enjoy together (+ Hunter and Currier bickered like brothers something fierce!) so Rebby and Hunter went off and did their own thing while Currier, Rya and I stuck to our little routine. Rebecca and Hunter packed in a lot of mother/son time doing some touristy stuff—the Aquarium, the USS Yorktown, the Military Museum and shopping at the Charleston Market.
Rebby and I went downtown Charleston for a little Girls' Night Out. My wonderful husband stayed home with the kids and had chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese while Rebby and I went to FIG, one of Charleston's finest restaurants. We started with a glass of prosecco, shared a citrus salad and onion tart for appetizers, oohed and ahhed over our pork shoulder and trigger fish entrees, and finished with vino and molten chocolate cake with homemade mint ice cream. It was one of the best meals EVER! We were both shocked at how well we behaved ourselves. We giggled at the thought that perhaps we've finally grown up?
For their final night in Charleston, Rebby, Hunter and I went on the Charleston Ghost and Graveyard tour. We had a good time listening to the ghost stories and trying to spook each other in the graveyard—Boo! It was a fun week with lots of laughs, loving on sweet baby Rya, insane bickering (causing me to flip out and scream "shut up" to the kids—not one of my proudest moments!), fantastic food, flowing wine and beer, hilarious Chris Farley impersonations, good conversation and lots of reminiscing. Saturday, February 21, 2009
A Weekend With the Rohes
Trent's sister, Kathy, and her family came and spent the long holiday weekend with us. They arrived late Friday evening but not too late for a little happy hour. Currier was already sound asleep by the time they arrived but Rya waited up to meet her aunt, uncle and cousins.
Valentine's Day began with screams of joy as Currier discovered his cousins, Jonathan and Austin, had slept over. The shouting continued when the boys found a table full of Valentine's Day goodies. While the boys snacked on Valentine's Day candy and played with their new toys, the adults sipped coffee, chatted and admitted that maybe happy hour shouldn't have lasted until 1AM.
Later that afternoon Currier had a birthday party to attend at the aquarium so the rest of the gang tagged along to check out the sea creatures. After a few hours at the aquarium, we headed home for a candlelit steak dinner that Trent prepared for Valentine's Day.
On Sunday we had a lazy day. We lounged around the house, did a little shopping at Target, ordered pizza, lit off some fireworks, watched a movie and fell asleep in front of the TV.
On Monday before the Rohes hit the road back to Florida, we went downtown and checked out the American Military Museum (per Jonathan's request) and then had lunch at The Harbor Grille. It was a fun weekend full of laughs, love, a few fights* and some good eating. *The Rohes brought their dog, Sandy. I predicted that Sandy and Paolo would fall in love over Valentine's Day weekend but my predicition was WAY off. Sandy did not like Paolo's advances at all. Maybe Sandy was playing hard to get?!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Three Months Old
Dear Rya D.,You're three-months-old today and you still have your newborn blue eyes. We’ve been waiting to see if your eyes will turn brown like mine or hazel like your father’s but nope they’re still blue as ever. I looked back at pictures of Currier when he was three months old and his blue eyes had already turned brown by now. So, we’re thinking a recessive gene snuck in there and maybe we’ve got ourselves a blue eyed girl.
This month we’ve discovered that you love music. I mean really LOVE it. Within seconds of hearing music your whole demeanor changes. Just a few notes can change you from irritable to tranquil. You like all kinds of music but some of your favorite songs right now are I’m Yours, Skinny Love, Fix You and Hey There Delilah (We sing, "Hey There Rya"). Whenever you’re fussy I switch on the IPod and dance with you in the kitchen. Several times a day you make me drop everything I’m doing to listen to music and dance with you. I love you for that.
As much as I love your blue eyes, I don’t care if they change to brown or hazel but I do hope your love for music will never change. Whether your three months old or thirty years old, I hope you will always find comfort in music and I hope you will always be able to make me drop everything to dance with you in the kitchen.
All my love,
Mama
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