Danger’s Two!

So I figure since your not 25 months yet that your 24 month letter isn’t really late.  Is it? Nope that’s what I thought!

You’re Two! Crazy right! I think it’s insane how quickly time has flown by and how quickly you have morphed into hands down the coolest kid that has ever walked the planet.  Two years ago you were the most beautiful squishy little baby I had ever seen.  Your eyes were slate blue, hair almost non existent with a crooked little bum crack and the most intoxicating smell.  You loved to be held close to my chest and I loved to hold you there.  I remember always thinking how incredibly hot your little body could get while you slept.  You’d wake up, still on my chest where you drifted off, with your little wisps of hair all sweaty and your head heavy.  Those were my favourite moments, I could spend hours just like that holding you close.

Now my favourite moments revolve around you singing and dancing to your favourite song while I make pancakes.  Have I mentioned how much you like to sing and dance? You have got the fever and let me tell you once you unleash the fever you can’t stop it.  You little Danger are a dancing machine.  You shake your tush, hop jump and shimmy around the house while singing along with The Ting Ting’s or the latest Yo Gabba Gabba songs.  At the ripe old age of two you can also play a mean piano which happens to make your Dad extremely proud.

You can spot a plane from miles away.  You still say “cock” instead of chocolate.  You call a cow a “MOOOOOOO!”  Yo Gabba Gabba is pretty much the greatest creation of all time just above the movie Tarzan and your little brother.  You call a zip up sweater or any sweater for that matter a “zippy” and you somehow think it’s unjust to take you outside without a hat on.  You love to wear flip flops and manage to keep them on your feet better than I can.  You love the colour pink, can count to 8 ( I know random number but that’s how many stair there are leading to the bedrooms) and when you get to wear your favourite shirt you tell me all about how cute you are in it.

You like rainbows and unicorns and know how to get to all your favourite games on my iPhone.   Did I mention that you are also capable of calling your Daddy from my phone? ‘Cause that’s kind of random!

You Danger are so much more than I ever could have imagined in a daughter.  You’re absolutely perfect!

Happy Birthday Little Lady!

Love Mama.

For Kate aka 23/7 .5

So my dearest kidlets, clearly I have not been blogging.  It’s not because you haven’t been getting any bigger or better.  It’s not that your not learning new things.  It’s not even that you’ve gotten boring in some sort of way.  I mean let’s face it you two are about as kick ass as they come.

Example

Here’s the thing though.  Life is busy!  There are not enough hours in the day or days in a week.  I know it’s kind of a lame excuse but it is what it is.

So what’s new? Epic you can sit up on your own now.  That’s pretty badass! Danger in this the last month of being a one year old  it’s like you’ve grown and changed into this crazy little Monkey who is constantly running somewhere while asking for apple juice and coch, which for the record is how you say chocolate. Every time you announce to the world that you “Want eat Coch!” your Dad’s heart breaks a little.  Not even two and you are already torturing him!

Although you love your chocolate you are actually a fantastic eater.  You love meat. even though you think every form of it is chicken and you quickly gobble up anything with “Ceeeaaam”  also known as cream.  You love ketchup, syrup and hummus.  You think a peanut butter and banana sandwich is just up the greatest thing ever and you like blueberries in your oatmeal.

Then there’s Epic.  My little pork chop. You are 18+ lbs these days off of a diet of only milk.  You’re over seven months old and refuse to eat solids.  You gag and spit it out everywhere and generally make my life difficult.  You won’t take a bottle or a sippy cup or a syringe for that matter.  Outside of that you are my perfect little man.  You’re happy and cute and all around perfect.  Even Danger thinks so.

I would through up some photographic evidence on this here blog for you but I’m on the iMac right now and it turns out all of my photos of you happen to be on my macbook which is a horribly inconvenient truth! You’ll just have to take my word for it!

So let’s call this month 23/7 and a half shall we!

Love you little buggers!

Month 22/6

Clearly I’m not really a blogger.  I’m a chick with a macbook and two kids that I love more than words could possibly express. If I were a blogger then I wouldn’t be late writing this letter nor would this be the only real thing I’ve written since last month around this time.  Although I wish I’d written more, wish that I had been more disciplined in capturing these memories on a daily basis, apparently I just haven’t.  I would love to say that I’m committed, that I’m going to write more, going to take more photos, going to be a better blogger, I’m also a lot more realistic than that.

Last week two weeks ago (because I started writing this and then just stopped again) you both made it through yet another month! Yep, I’m pretty kick ass at this mothering thing.  I mean 22 months with one kid and 6 with two and no life threatening accidents, pretty awesome if you ask me!  Sure there was that one time when the car seat took a bit of a spill at The Cactus Club but you’re fine Epic.  Right?

There have been a lot of changes here at Casa Loving Danger this past week.  My little brother Corey moved in with us to get a fresh start.  Say “Hi!” little brother!

Yep, I am now the proud owner of a shiny new 17 year old.  Yes, my house seems as though it’s not quite as roomy as it was before.  Yes, the boy drinks 4 gallons of milk all to himself a week.  And yes he leaves his dirty socks every where but somehow I wouldn’t want it any other way.  I love having him here.  Corey and I have always had a special bond even though we have different mothers and grew up in different homes we are somehow incredibly similar.  We’re a special brand of geek that’s for sure!  And as much as I love having him here, you kids seem to love it even more.  Every morning as the three of us make our way downstairs for breakfast you Danger start yelling out “Cowey?  Hello Cowey? Mama where’s Cowey? Hi Cowey!”  and you love telling him “See Ya Later” when he leaves for school.

“Seeyawaadder” is probably my favourite thing you say these days.  Your little voice really is absolutely fucking adorable.  Honestly there is no little girl in the whole wide world that is cuter or smarter or funnier than you.  And if anyone says there is I’ll cut them! Don’t try me!

Your words and thoughts seem to expand every day.  You’ve started speaking in some sort of sentence form and are constantly asking questions like “Mama want cup apple juice?” and then when I clarify to make sure I understand you/teach you to say it properly with “You would like a cup of apple juice?” you shout back “YEAHHHHH!” Like to say oh that’s a great idea Mama, so glad you thought of it!  You are constantly tricking me into asking you if you’d like some chocolate chips!

As time goes on you seem to be growing close and closer to your little Bro.  Epic is slowly turning into your best friend.  Every morning after you eat your oatmeal you sit on my lap and help me feed brother his cereal(which he doesn’t eat by the way, seriously the boy only wants the boob! It’s getting old) the whole time trying to grab the spoon saying “I want help!”

I cancelled my trip to Costa Rica.  It actually hurts my heart to type that.  Let’s all take a moment of silence to mourn shall we?

Epic you just aren’t ready.  You are a little more sensitive than Danger ever was.  Yes Danger was a Mama’s girl and yes she hated the bottle as well but at least she at cereal and other solids by this age where as you just down right refuse.  Sure two or three times a day I force a little cereal down your throat but in general more ends up on your bib that in your belly.  When I leave the house you cry.  You can have just gone down for a nap when I leave for class on Thursdays and literally 5 minutes after I walk out the door you sense that I’m gone and wake up screaming! Your Dad, he loves it of course!

When I am around though you are one of the happiest little dudes to ever live.  You coo and babble and smile from ear to ear at just about anything.  You love to be tickled and held and even just looked at.  You are fantastic.

And did I mention how much of a lady’s man you are.  Seriously you love the lady’s and they love you.  Just look at those eyes. HEART BREAKER!

With two kids like y’all it’s hard to not want a dozen more.  ‘Cause in the words of Mrs. Duggar “Saying there are too many children is like saying there are too many flowers!”  Difference between the Duggar’s and I though is that I’m not bat shit crazy!

Love Mama!