My Milo

I love my little 3 year old. His personality is larger than life. He has a joy that is infectious. I am envious of his enthusiasm for EVERYTHING. When I come pick him up from daycare, he tells me "Mommy, I miss you all day." or, "Mommy, I love you the most." He wants butterfly kisses and eskimo kisses and big kisses and big hugs. Everything is so BIG to Milo. He is the extreme 3 year old. When he colors, he picks the brightest colors he can find and colors an entire picture one color. When we sing the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song, he sings (yells) it the loudest. If we are pretending to fish in our yard, he will find the biggest stick and tell me it's his fish he caught. He loves being tickled until he can't breathe. Milo could drink milk all day long. He could eat butter and ranch and ketchup out of a bowl. There is no in-between smile with Milo. It's the cheesiest, widest grin you could ask for. This is such a small portrait of my Milo. But these are the things that I love...and that I try to remember when his "bigness" is overwhelming to me. 

He's Got the Whole World in His Hands

Isaac asked me at dinner how God's little tiny hands could hold the whole huge world. I told him that because he's God he can do anything. He then asked why God made tornadoes and storms. In lieu of delving into a theological discussion with my 5 year old over Breadeaux cheese pizza, I decided to go the safer route...literally. I told him that God just protects us during those times. But Isaac didn't stop there...he asked why God, if he was so powerful, couldn't just stop the tornadoes. Well... The question we've all asked, and here it was phrased by a 5 year old. I don't know. I don't know why God doesn't just stop bad things from happening. So I'll concentrate more on what He does for us when they DO happen. Because I've had a lot of bad...and I've created most of it. But the 2 boys sitting at my table tonight are the direct result of what God can do for us if we are willing to have faith and believe in what we know is right. I don't deserve this goodness...but I'm so thankful for God's tiny little hands that hold me everyday.

Tree Climbing

Isaac's first tree climbing experience...with the help of some metal pegs that daddy inserted into the tree. And the entire time he was climbing and we were cheering, I just knew he was going to fall and break his arm. Isn't that how every kid breaks their arm when they're little?

Parent/Teacher Conference

It's one thing for a parent to think their own child is a genius...is a good friend...is polite. But it is another thing entirely for someone else (especially one in a position of authority) to feel the same way. That is exactly what happened tonight. Isaac's kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Butler, has raised 5 boys and been teaching for 20 plus years. She knows her stuff. And she apparently knows my son as well. She had nothing but praise for Isaac...as a person and a student. And I may be more proud of how he carries himself as a little boy...he is kind, generous, loving, and RESPECTFUL. I am so proud of my son. I know it's only kindergarten, but there are some parents who do not get to leave that classroom feeling as I do. There are some parents who don't even show up. And there are some parents who won't walk away with a sense of duty to make their child better...no matter how well the conference went. I promise, Isaac, that I will ALWAYS guide you to be a better boy, a better young man, and a better man. I love you so very much. And could NOT have been prouder of you. Love, mommy.

The Beginning

Here is the first, of what will hopefully be many, short stories of our lives. Because I am a proud mother, I have a selfish notion that everyone else in my life is as interested in our temper tantrums, potty fiascos, and school adventures as I am. I guess if you're not, you actually have the choice (unlike myself) to remove yourself from the chaos.