Monday, September 26, 2011

Brothers and sisters.

Listening to NPR the other day on the way home from the grocery store, I was thrilled when a story came on On Point about siblings. This is a subject that is near and dear to my heart. As a sister, of course, but now also, as a mother of brothers.
Our relationships with our siblings fundamentally shape the people we become.

If you’ve got brothers and sisters, you know it’s true: only siblings are partners for life. Parents go early. Children come late, when we’re already stamped and made. Siblings are there from the get go.

Brothers and sisters who challenge, protect, torment, defend. Who listen, scold, goad, counsel. Who know you. Some are close. Some are distant. They stamp you either way. For better, for worse, for life.

So very true.

My sister is a huge part of who I am. Yesterday, today, tomorrow. She is undoubtedly one of the most important people in my life.

It's an honor to be raising boys who will no doubt feel the same about each other one day.

Boys who are bound together in unspeakable ways.

Boys who "love each other so much that when one of them cries, the other one has to cry, too." Because they hate to see each other sad. Even when it's their fault that their brother is crying.

Especially then.

Boys who will live in the White House together one day because, what fun would it be to be President if you couldn't bring your brother with you?

Conran & Conran - 2045!

Boys who, even at one and five, have that thing that the very luckiest siblings have. It's like, even though only one of them knows how to talk, they still finish each other's sentences.


It's a beautiful thing to be a part of...

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Excused absence.

Dear school,

My son was absent on Friday due to a cute injury on his foot. I mean, acute. An acute injury on his foot.

I mean, it was really serious. He couldn't walk AT ALL. He could sort of hobble but it made him whimper, "My foot! Oh, my foot!"

He could crawl. Thank goodness he remembered how to crawl! He could hop on one foot. (The good one, of course.) Although hopping typically resulted in falling which meant, you guessed it, more cute injuries.

He had a bit of luck with a cane.

(Until it broke.)

And a walker.

(Although his brother was not too keen on sharing that.)

We tried to take him for an x-ray to make sure nothing was broken. Because if there's one thing walking around on a broken foot for a whole week in 7th grade because my parents wouldn't believe anyone could break a bone just walking along the balance beam part of the sidewalk taught me, it's that it's better to be safe than sorry (and as Liam pointed out, it's better to be sorry than dead). But wouldn't you know it, right before we left for our doctor's appointment his foot felt "so much better!" In fact, we almost couldn't find the spot that hurt AT ALL. I know. SUCH a relief!

Anyway. With regard to his absence, I take full responsibility. As his mother I should know better than to double-dare him to slide down the slide standing up. Yes, even the really little slide in his baby brother's room. He's just not the kind of kid who can tackle a challenge like that without getting hurt. I know this. And yet - I see a plastic slide and an "extra slidey" pair of socks and I can't help but put two and two together.

My bad.

Liam's Mom

Note Finn escaping in the background.
He's always up for a double-dare...

(As you can see, it's really hard for me to come up with anything to write that doesn't involve my big boy. I'll figure it out one of these days...)

Monday, September 5, 2011


Sometimes a little change of scenery is all it takes to turn a regular three-day weekend into a vacation...

...and home again, home again, lickety split!

{Hope you have a great Labor Day weekend}