Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Dear William {2 Years}

Dear William 
Will, my little trouble maker. My sweet little boy who is turning into a little man more and more with each passing day. You turned 2 just over one month after becoming a big brother, one of only many milestones in the last year of your life.


We celebrated your 2nd birthday with a very small gathering of family in Wisconsin the weekend before you turned 2. We had an airplane themed birthday party for you, complete with an airplane cake that momma made special, just for you.


The next day, we went trick or treating. You dressed as a safari guide and we dressed your little brother up as a giraffe. To say you guys were adorable would be an understatement.


On your actual birthday we got to go an an airplane ride to South Carolina to celebrate Uncle Jon & Auntie Heidi's wedding. You were the ring bearer and you did a most excellent job of being the cutest ring bearer we've ever laid eyes on.




Now that you know how we celebrated your special day, here are some important things about you!

At the age of 2 you are not really talking, yet you are able to communicate with us so well it’s not even funny sometimes. You, my dear, are about as smart as they come. From stacking blocks to seeing airplanes in the sky that daddy and I haven’t even spotted yet to building puzzles and pointing out all of the animals correctly in your books and puzzles, you amaze us each and every day. Your gross and fine motor skills have pretty much always been ahead of the curve and when you turned 2 that was no different.




You have a little bit of OCD in you and like things to be just so. From parking your tonka dump truck in the corner of your room by your dresser to requesting a cloth napkin now when we sit down to eat. Your desire to have things in order is so funny.

You are such a sweetheart and are still as easy going as ever, even with your 2 year old personality shining through and the tantrums and pouty lips that come with the territory. You are a bit sensitive to things like clapping in church or to singing in large crowds (or small ones like at your 2nd birthday party where you cried when we sang to you). And you are still as much of a snuggle bug as ever.



You love your milk and for the most part you are a really good eater, especially at breakfast and lunch. You could take or leave dinner most days depending what momma makes for us but we always sit down as a family to eat once daddy gets home.




You love your daddy. And your dog. And your brother.

Your daddy can still make you laugh like nobody else, especially when he tickles you. I don’t know who is more excited for him to come home from work most days, you or Stella. Daddy is still your main bath giver and it’s a special time that the 2 of you get to have together once he is home for the day.

Stella puts up with you much better than we ever thought she would and we have to remind you sometimes to be nice by not chasing her with your shopping cart around the house. It’s her fault most times since she seems to get right in your way and almost seems to egg you on to chase her.

And you are just such a good big brother that it makes me want to cry tears of joy. You are very concerned when John is crying and want to make sure he has what he needs, whether it be a nuk or a burp cloth. You motion to me that I should pick him up by putting your hand behind his head and your arm under him to show momma how to do it so that he will stop crying. And when he makes funny faces or noises you think he is one of the funniest people you have ever seen. And, of course, being a boy, one of your favorite things that he does is toot and you think it’s the most hilarious thing ever. My heart overflows when you stop playing in order to come over and smile at him just because.
You make momma so proud every day with what an amazing big brother you have become over these last few months.


Thank you for being our sweet boy. We love you so much.

Love,
Your momma

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Dear John {On the Night You Were Born}

"On the night you were born,
The moon smiled with such wonder
That the stars peeked in to see you
And the night wind whispered,
"Life will never be the same."
Because there had never been anyone like you... ever in the world."

OK, so to be fair, you were born at 7:43 AM. But let's get to the story of the day you were born.

We had a scheduled C-section for Monday, September 22nd. Daddy and I had to wake up very early to get checked in at the hospital. The night before we went to Grandma & Grandpa's house in Mukwonago for dinner and said our tearful goodbyes to your brother and our little family of 3.

They were tears of sadness at the thought of leaving your brother for a few days. Tears of anxiety for not knowing how much our lives were about to change. And, most importantly, tears of happiness for knowing that we were so much closer to meeting our little boy or girl and growing our amazing family.

As I said, we arrived at the hospital very early that morning. We got checked in, taken to our room and waited for the doctors and nurses to get everything prepped and ready in the operating room so that you could make your appearance.

Before we knew it, it was go time!

Momma walked to the operating room and daddy got suited up in his scrubs so that he could join me a little while later. The doctors and nurses prepped me for surgery and I remember the room being very cold and very bright. Daddy came in and held my hand and the doctor started the surgery.

As much as I was prepared to become a mom for the second time, nothing could truly prepare me for the amazement and love that I felt for you the instant you came into this world. And having your daddy tell me "It's a boy" is a moment I will never forget. Ever. I cried. There were no tears of sadness or anxiety. This time they were tears of pure joy and love.

And you cried, too. You made sure the world knew you were here from the moment you were born.


Daddy was the first one to hold you...


 And he brought you over to introduce us. And then I cried more.


And finally, momma got to hold you. And, you guessed it, I cried again.


We finished up in the operating room and made our way back to our room. While we were there we talked for a little while about your name. We had sort of decided on it before you were born but then my pregnancy hormones kept making me waffle over whether or not it was the one that would fit you best. Also, I was mostly convinced you'd be a girl so we had only a couple of boy names selected and a lot of girl names.

Ultimately we decided on a good, strong, traditional, family name. And it suits you perfectly.

John Edward. John after your daddy (Erik John) and your late great grandfather (Grandpa Joe's dad). And you have some great uncles with the name John as well. Edward is after your other great grandfather (Grandma Karen's dad) and, we found out later, that it was your other great grandfather's middle name. All in all there is a lot of strength and history to the name we chose for you.

The first day went by really fast. You nursed well. We slept (a little). And day 2 came.


You got to meet your brother.


 And then Grandma Karen & Grandpa Joe.


 And then Nana Mary and Papa Ralph.



Time flew by in the hospital and on Thursday, September 25, we got the go ahead to come home and start as a family of 4. Here was the last picture in the hospital of just the 3 of us before we went to pick up your brother and introduce you to your new home with us.


 We love you, John Edward. And we are so happy that you are a part of our family.