Moving On...

Not a beamish boy!

Well, folks, it's been fun, but I can no longer blog on a site called "My Beamish Boys"! We welcomed our little girl Audrey Therese into the world on June 17, and I'm changing my blog address to more accurately reflect our family. To continue following our journey, you can find us here. I hope you follow me to our new address!

A Lesson in Economics

In our home, the Daddy Tax Rule is widely enforced. Whenever the kiddos are munching on something that appeals to their dad, he swoops in, proclaims "Daddy Tax!" and snitches a piece of whatever they are enjoying.

On Tuesday night, the three adults in this household devoured a pineapple... a failed attempt at inducing labor. But I made sure to set some aside for the boys in the morning; pineapple is one of Lucian's favorite foods in the world, and one of the few words he can pronounce perfectly. I knew he would be heartbroken if he discovered he had missed out on the pineapple that he saw in our cart at Costco. Sure enough, the next morning he got up bright and early (even before Daddy left for work) and came down to scope out the kitchen. He looked in the garbage can and found the empty pineapple hull... and immediately began a chorus of "Pine, apple, peas? Pine, apple, peas?" Thank goodness for the stash we had stored away; it would have been a loooooong morning without it!

I set him up at the table with a plate of pineapple and a bowl of cereal. Soon after, Daddy came in for the kill. "Daddy Tax!" Thankfully, he was kind and only took a small nibble of Lucian's prized pineapple. Louie giggled and probably inwardly heaved a huge sigh of relief that the damage wasn't greater.

Half an hour later, Daddy was at work, Lucian was finished with his breakfast, and Max was just sitting down to enjoy his pineapple and cereal. Before I even knew what was happening, Louie climbed up on the chair next to Max, proclaimed "Yay-Yay Tax!" and swiped a slice of Max's pineapple, shoveling it in before anyone could object!

Being the easy-going kid that he is, Max barely batted an eyelash and went on eating the remainder of his pineapple. I managed to stop Louie before he helped himself to a second round of taxation, and we had a little chat about taking other people's food. But if Daddy can do it... why can't Yay-Yay?

Why indeed?

Nature Creatures

Last time I went to drop off books at the library, I decided to swing through the craft book section to see if anything caught my eye. A book called Nature's Art Box by Laura C. Martin looked promising, so I grabbed it. There are some fun ideas in the book, but most of them are too complex or call for too many materials for our last-minute crafting style. One, however, was just perfect... animals made out of materials you can find in your own yard! Last week we went on a walk to the park armed with buckets, and we collected interesting materials along our way, including helicopter seeds, pine cones, sticks and rocks. Today we finally got around to creating our animals, and they turned out pretty cool! We hot-glued sticks and pine cones together, used pebbles for eyes, flower petals for ears, leaves and helicopters for wings. In the end we had butterflies, rabbits, porcupines, a horse, a goat, and three fairies. Max has been playing with them all afternoon... I'm not sure how long they'll hold up, but this way he gets to have fun twice: creating and playing!

Rabbit and Porcupine

Fairies

Porcupine and Horse

Here Comes the Sun

Nothing like 6 hours in the swimming pool to give a kid his first sunburn of the year! No, I am not joking- last Wednesday, Max spent six hours in Grandma and Grandpa's pool, taking breaks only to use the bathroom and eat a super-quick lunch. Even with several reapplications of sunscreen, the rays still got through... but for how fair Max's skin is, I think we did ok.

The big development this year is that Max's toes can touch the bottom of the pool! This opens up a whole new world for him; we put up the rope to separate the shallow from the deep, and he is free to do as he pleases! What fun! Understandably, he was a total zombie after his six hour swim, and the next day he was still tired. But by Saturday, he was ready to go at it again! This time he "only" swam for four hours, and Sunday he was back in for another three. Thirteen hours of swimming in five days?? I think this week was a preview of the next three months. I am so thankful for the access my kids have to the water!

Poor Lucian missed two of the three days of swimming because of his marathon afternoon naps, but I'm excited to get him in the pool more this year! When he did swim, he worked up the courage to jump off the side of the pool into my arms! This is the same kid that would barely leave the steps last summer. I think with his big brother as an example, he may very well turn into a fish too.

I didn't get any swimming photos this week, just the rosy aftermath. But next time I'll be sure to snap some good ones!

Hopefully next time you hear from me, it will be with baby news... but so far, nothing to report!

Waiting

Four days ago, I thought it was an impossibility that I would still be pregnant today. I was having contractions all day, I could barely walk from the house to the garage, I was achy and uncomfortable, and I couldn't fall asleep for the life of me. I figured there was no way I could go through another day like that... and then I woke up the next morning feeling great! Sunday we went on a 1.5 mile walk around the neighborhood, after spending all afternoon at the Flint Hills Festival in St. Paul. Today we took the boys to Grand Avenue and I kept up with them just fine! What's going on here?

We thought it would be fun to have the baby on Uncle Liam's birthday, and it was suggested that I jump on the bed to help things along a bit... yes, I'm feeling good, but not that good. Many people thought I would have the baby yesterday, but since I didn't, it's all up in the air now. Might I actually make it to my due date?? It had never crossed my mind as a possibility until now. When strangers ask me when I'm due, I've been saying "any day now!" because to me, 38 weeks is as full-term as I ever expect to be. June 19th? Not in a million years.

I should be thankful that I'm feeling so good, but every day that goes by without increased discomfort makes me more and more anxious to meet our little girl! Auntie Megan has had a few heart-to-hearts with our baby girl, reminding her that she's welcome to join us any time. Sometimes I poke her just to see if I can annoy her enough to want to come out.

I'm writing this in the hopes that by the time it gets read it will already be obsolete. Next time I write I'd like to be able to include a new baby picture! Who's with me?

Instead, you just get another preggo picture. Not nearly as exciting.

Visiting the Sculpture Garden

Having Megan around has made this very pregnant woman much more brave about taking the kids out! Even though she has no expectations of being given the grand tour of the Metro Area, I do want her to see some of what the Twin Cities has to offer... seeing as this is her new home for the foreseeable future. There is only so much sightseeing we can do with her two nephews in tow, especially when I can't walk more than a block without wishing for a motorized scooter.

But there are a few things we can do, and we discovered one of them last week: the Sculpture Garden near the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis. It is basically a free, outdoor museum surrounded by a tall hedge to block it from the busy roads nearby. Wandering around inside, you would barely realize that there is traffic whizzing by only yards away!

Uncle Ben met us at the park and we wandered from sculpture to sculpture on a gorgeous 70 degree day. The boys may or may not have climbed on a few sculptures that said, "No climbing please"... but hey, Max can't read, so... no harm done. Our last stop was a huge swing-like sculpture that was meant for climbing, and as you can see below, it instantly became a pirate ship.

I don't know why we haven't been before, but I definitely hope to get back again soon! This is one Minneapolis stop I would recommend to anyone.

Being Crafty: Rainbow Snow Globe

Having Auntie Megan here has been such a huge blessing! She's been keeping our house from turning into a pigsty, which it definitely would be if I kept up at the pace I've been going (i.e. turtle slooooowww...). But besides the cleaning and the company, she brought a new creative brain into the house! One of the first days she was here, she told me that we needed to pick up cheap crayons for a project she had in mind. Once we had the crayons and an empty glass jar with a lid, we began the project: Rainbow Snow Globes!

Step 1: Peel the paper off of a pile of crayons. This was Lucian's favorite part of the craft, as it gave him permission to do what he always wants to do with the church Mass Bag crayons!

Step 2: Scrape the crayons to make a pile of wax shavings. After trying finger nails, a butter knife, a potato peeler and a dime, we ended up with a pretty hefty pile of shavings. We're still undecided as to which method worked best. Actually, for Megan it was her fingernails, for me it was the dime, for Max it was the butter knife, and for Lucian it was the potato peeler. So if you try this craft, I have no good advice!

Step 3: Using a piece of paper as a funnel, pour the crayon shavings into a glass jar. Fill the jar to the brim with water. The closer you get to the top, the smaller the air bubble you'll have, and the better your shavings will float around.

Step 4: Put the lid back on and shake, shake, shake! We originally used this humongous applesauce jar, but Max could barely lift it! So we eventually transferred our shavings into a jelly jar, and now it is a hit around this house. The shavings hover at the top of the jar (like a reverse snow globe) until you shake it up. Then you have a cool swirl of colors until the water stops spinning. And what's more, when the water is still, the jar can double as a pretty cool magnifying glass! (This alternate use brought to you by our resident explorer, Captain Max Salty).

Thus was our first rainy morning with Auntie Megan made bright and cheerful! Happy crafting!

Lucianese, the answers

So you thought you could translate my language, did you? Haha!

Well, thanks to the brave few who were willing to make their attempts public! It was a valiant effort- and, in fact, I was surprised at how many right answers there were. For the win, there was a tie between Grandma R and Auntie Monica- way to go!

Here is the full list of answers, I hope you enjoy!

1. "Mo, Gacky!" = No, Macky!
   One of the most commonly heard phrases in this household, it still baffles me. Why does he choose to pronounce his brother's name with a 'G' while the word 'no' is pronounced with an 'M'? We know you can say your 'M' sound, Louie, just pick the right word!


2. "Yay-Yay, a-yelf." = Louie, by myself
   Mr. Independent whips this phrase out at least a handful of times each day. From buckling himself into his own carseast to crawling into his crib, there's nothing he won't try to do 'a-yelf'. But if he's unsuccessful, he's quick to ask for 'Elp, peas!'

3. "Uh-rul" = Cereal
   No morning is complete without a bowl of 'uh-rul' and 'goke'. I am careful to keep the pantry well stocked, because it's not a pretty morning if we're out of cheerios!

4. "Goke, peas" = Milk, please
  Another staple that causes chaos if we run out, milk is Lucian's beverage of choice. I have been known to make many runs to Jim's Market up the street for nothing but a gallon of milk.

5. "Uh Yum go?" = Where did Liam go?
  The name is interchangeable..."Uh Papa go?" is another favorite. But I just love how he says his uncle's name. Yum! It's perfect.

6. "Mee-mee!" = Excuse me!
   This phrase is most commonly heard when the boys are getting into the van. Lucian likes to climb in after his brother and politely say, "Mee-mee, Gax!" as he pushes past to his own carseat.

7. "Yuk-a-tah" = Liquor store
   So this is not actually a common phrase, but I couldn't resist adding it to the list! When we were out running errands one day, we stopped by the liquor store so Paul could run in and grab a bottle of wine. When we explained where Daddy was, Lucian picked up on it and started telling us about the "yuk-a-tah".

8. "Buss beef" = Brush teeth
   Lucian is obsessed with brushing his teeth. Any time he is in the bathroom, he asks to "buss" his "beef"; I think he'd do it ten times a day if I let him!

9. "You-yoff" = Shoes off
   Also commonly heard is the opposite, "you-yon". I really need to get him some Crocs so I can stop bending over to help him with his shoes. That's getting harder every day!

10. "Cookie"
   One of his first fully recognizable words. He's a little obsessed with cookies!

So there you have it, folks, a peek into the language of Lucian. I'm getting pretty good at understanding him myself, but there are still at least a handful of times each day that I stare at him blankly as he tries in vain to tell me something. Poor kid, but I'm doing my best!

Lucianese, part 2 (The Quiz)

Louie has been learning more words every day, but most people other than myself have no idea what he's saying most of the time! I thought it might be fun to put together a little quiz to see if you can guess what some of his commonly used words or phrases actually mean. I'll do my best to type them as he pronounces them. You can respond in the comments or email me, and I'll post the answers in a few days.

Good luck to you, you'll need it!

1. "Mo, Gacky!"

2. "Yay-Yay, a-yelf."

3. "Uh-rul"

4. "Goke, peas"

5. "Uh Yum go?"

6. "Mee-mee!"

7. "Yuk-a-tah"

8. "Buss beef"

9. "You-yoff"

10. "Cookie"

Ok, so that last one doesn't count-  but it's not too surprising that it would be one of the few words Lucian can say completely clearly! It's funny, I'm getting so used to his goofy pronunciations that it throws me off when he actually pronounces a word perfectly. Part of me will be a little sad when he outgrows this phase.

Happy guessing!

Morning Coffee

Oh what an improvement this was from Saturday morning! Instead of our eldest barging in at 6:00am, we didn't hear a peep from the kids until 8:30. And that, my friends, is a beautiful thing. But almost as beautiful were the first words out of Max's mouth this morning. After climbing into bed with me and snuggling for a few minutes, he told me, "I'm going to make you your morning cup of coffee, Mom."

"Oh, ok sweetie," I said. "Come on up and get me when it's done!" So he jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. Paul and I laughed to ourselves and wondered what we had in store for us. A few minutes passed as we listened to the padding of little feet downstairs. Then we heard Max pound up the stairs, and seconds later he burst in saying, "Your morning cup of coffee is ready, Mommy, just like I promised!" I climbed out of bed and followed him downstairs, not quite sure what to expect. He brought me to the table and I saw a green plastic cup filled with "coffee" (water) waiting for me at the head of the table. "Here's your coffee!" he exclaimed proudly.

I looked around to figure out where the water had come from and discovered that he had pulled one of the dining room chairs into the kitchen and up to the stove. Our teapot had apparently been full of days-old water that he had used to fill my "coffee cup", only spilling a small amount onto the stovetop. There was even a pile of paper towels that had been used to try to clean up the spill. (Who is this kid and what did he do with Max?) I enjoyed my coffee under Max's watchful eye, sneaking away to pour it out a little at a time into the sink, until my cup was empty and he was satisfied.

I don't know what got into him, but I felt like it was Mother's Day all over again! The kid has a heart of gold.

Over the River and Through the Woods

Paul's sister Megan graduated from college last weekend! I can NOT believe she is done already. Paul was able to join the rest of his family in North Carolina for the celebration, but alas, I am too pregnant to fly... so the boys and I hunkered down at my parents' house for the weekend. I sure missed being there for the graduation festivities, but it ended up being a fun and relaxing weekend with Grandma and Grandpa.

We dropped Daddy off at the airport on Thursday evening after dinner and then drove to Grandma and Grandpa's house to begin our long weekend away from home. The boys stayed up long enough to read some stories with Grandpa, but the real fun began the next morning with... you guessed it... pirate pancakes! It's become so much of a tradition when the boys sleep over that during bedtime prayers that night Max said he was thankful for "the pirate pancakes Grandpa is going to make tomorrow!" (As if there was any doubt.)

Friday, Max helped Grandma plant some flowers, we went to a few garage sales on a hunt for little girl clothes (success!) and we went on a walk around the neighborhood... cut short by the imminent rain and my inability to walk more than two-tenths of a mile without nearly falling over.

We were greeted Saturday morning by doughnuts from Grandpa, and then Max literally spent the entire day playing in the back yard. For dinner, we grilled hot dogs and cooked marshmallows over the fire pit, then Grandma and Grandpa put the boys to bed so I could have a "sibling date" with Ben. Yeah, believe it or not (I barely do), I was out in downtown Minneapolis on a Saturday night! Crazy, right?

Sunday (Mother's Day) we had a lazy morning, with more pirate pancakes. We went to Mass at 11:00, then in a repeat performance of the day before, Max explored Grandma's beautiful backyard for the entire afternoon. Come evening, my mom and I met up with Ben for dinner and a show, leaving my dad with the boys, some buckets and a hose. Oh my, did they ever have a good time. The show was great, things went smoothly at home, and Grandpa and the boys picked up Daddy from the airport at 8:45. We all met back at our house around 9:00, when I walked in the door to find Max and Lucian with plastic daggers clenched in their teeth! Auntie Kelley had decided to deck out her nephews with pirate goodies, and they were wired!

We said goodbye to my parents, settled the boys down and got ready for bed. It was a great weekend, but it's sure nice to have my husband home. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for taking such good care of us!

Dear Mom

I spy a wonderful Grandma!

I have finally learned that Mother's Day is not just about breakfast in bed, flowers, and nice cards, although those things are all wonderful. It's not just an excuse for moms to take a day off, although that's nice too. I realized that it is a day to think back on all of the amazing things my mother has done for me over the years and to thank her. This year, I want my mom to know what exactly it is I am thanking her for. So here are just a few of the many, many things that come to mind.

Mom,

Thank you for getting up at night with me when I was a baby. For holding me while I cried. For many nights with too few hours of sleep.

Thank you for giving me a childhood of which I have nearly all good memories. I know there were imperfect moments, but the joy of my childhood outweighs them so heavily that I honestly don't remember them.

Thank you for allowing me, but never pressuring me, to try new things. For supporting me in the activities that I loved. For being there in the audience night after night after night, even when I had only a small chorus role.

Thank you for letting me make wrong decisions, and for being a shoulder to cry on when I realized my mistakes. For celebrating with me in the many joys of life: graduations, marriage, children!

Thank you for being there for me as I raise my own kids.  I often wonder how other moms survive without having Grandma just a short drive away... I can't even picture it! The boys are so blessed to have you in their lives, as am I.

Happy Mother's Day!

Thumbs up for Grandma!

Snapshots

My boys are polar opposites when it comes to getting their photos taken. If Lucian even notices the camera is in the room, he starts posing like a GapKids model. If I dare to try putting the camera away, he points and yells, "YEEEZZ! YEEEZ!" (cheese!) until I snap one last picture. He loves it! He'd stand there all day.

"Cheese!"

"Cheese!"

"Cheese!" 

"Cheese!"

But Max? Oh Max... it's as if there is something repelling him from looking at the camera lens and smiling simultaneously! The only time I have ever caught a genuine smile on film was when I took him completely off-guard. But as soon as he notices Mom trying to snap a picture, he puts on a series of ridiculous expressions... really anything but a real smile! Over the course of about a minute, I snapped this series of pictures in an unsuccessful attempt to capture a smile.

"Yesssss, masterrrrr..."

"What did I do?"

"Uhhh..."

"To be or not to be..."

"Seriously, Mom? Still at it?"

"Fine. Just to make you stop, here's a decent one."

I must say, he's got quite the repertoire of expressions already. With Louie, I will never want for happy, smiley photos to chronicle his childhood. But Max definitely adds a new dimension to every picture that he is in! He's a testament to the fact that mothering is imperfect and messy... and we really can't make our children do anything. I am reminded of that each time I reach for my camera.