Wednesday, September 16, 2009
My Little Dumplings
Ethan goes to school
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Got Milk?
Aidan asks us questions all day long. I love his inquisitiveness. We try our best to always be honest no matter the question. Here's the situation of this morning that goes in the books as the start of many awkward honest answers.
Our family was standing around in the kitchen. I pulled whole grain waffles out of the freezer to stick them in the toaster. Kyle had one arm wrapped around me ready to embrace on our "good day" kiss with the arm reaching for his keys and wallet. Ethan had his head in the pantry looking for pretzels for breakfast. Aidan came to us mid way in the process of getting dressed. Gripping his chest he asked " What is this?"
Kyle: "That is your nipple"
Aidan: " does it have milk inside?"
Kyle: "Only mommy had milk inside."
Aidan turns to me and continues "mommy, remember when I was a little baby and I got to drink from you?"
Kyle takes this opportunity to exit the conversation and scoot out the door. " I'll let mom tackle these questions."
Thu answers to Aidan: " Yes, I do remember. Then you turned one and became too big to drink from mommy."
Aidan " Ethan too?"
Thu: " Yes, Ethan too."
Aidan " Mom, why doesn't dad have milk?"
Thu: " That is because the mom's are the ones who carry the babies and so our bodies we built to have to milk"
Here I am thinking , this conversation has to end, it's getting too deep for me to glaze over with four year old appropriate answers.
Then Aidan asks another stooper " Mom, does dad stuck on your nipples?"
Stunned as I flip off the coffee machine. Then, a "DING" - saved by the toaster bell. I turned around with two hot waffles in my hand being mindful not to ignore Aidan's question I replied
" Yes, but not for milk. Now, would you like butter or maple syrup with your waffle this morning?"
"BUTTAAAH" Ethan screamed.
I walked to the table and swept them in another chapter of " The Twits."
Our family was standing around in the kitchen. I pulled whole grain waffles out of the freezer to stick them in the toaster. Kyle had one arm wrapped around me ready to embrace on our "good day" kiss with the arm reaching for his keys and wallet. Ethan had his head in the pantry looking for pretzels for breakfast. Aidan came to us mid way in the process of getting dressed. Gripping his chest he asked " What is this?"
Kyle: "That is your nipple"
Aidan: " does it have milk inside?"
Kyle: "Only mommy had milk inside."
Aidan turns to me and continues "mommy, remember when I was a little baby and I got to drink from you?"
Kyle takes this opportunity to exit the conversation and scoot out the door. " I'll let mom tackle these questions."
Thu answers to Aidan: " Yes, I do remember. Then you turned one and became too big to drink from mommy."
Aidan " Ethan too?"
Thu: " Yes, Ethan too."
Aidan " Mom, why doesn't dad have milk?"
Thu: " That is because the mom's are the ones who carry the babies and so our bodies we built to have to milk"
Here I am thinking , this conversation has to end, it's getting too deep for me to glaze over with four year old appropriate answers.
Then Aidan asks another stooper " Mom, does dad stuck on your nipples?"
Stunned as I flip off the coffee machine. Then, a "DING" - saved by the toaster bell. I turned around with two hot waffles in my hand being mindful not to ignore Aidan's question I replied
" Yes, but not for milk. Now, would you like butter or maple syrup with your waffle this morning?"
"BUTTAAAH" Ethan screamed.
I walked to the table and swept them in another chapter of " The Twits."
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Happy Anniversary Darling
Kyle and I were actually married in at the court house in Seattle a month after he prosed. The elopement only happened because Kyle had accepted an offer abroad. Since we did not want to spend a year of engagement apart, we thought we would get the paper work out of the way and plan a totally awesome wedding for the following year. Two weeks later we found out that we were expecting Aidan. In our case order never mattered. I believe what happened was meant to be.
Our secret to staying married is quite simple. Those who sleep together stay together. We try to as best as we can to go to bed at the same time. ( with a few exceptions such as when Ethan was three months old and I was so exhausted at the end of the day Kyle graciously tucked me into bed before putting the boys to bed) Here is the start of our family. I love the detail in this picture. Kyle's look of love. The orchids in my hair, I would wear flowers in my hair every day if I could. And me holding Aidan's hand to include him in on the first dance.
What it really comes down to is lots of good coffee helps us stay married:) I love you bumpkin'.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Pike Place Market
Every trip to Seattle is made complete when we have consumed large bowls of Pho and made our visit to Pike Place Market. The second best job I have ever had in my life next to what fills my days of motherhood now, was when I worked for an organic farm for one summer at Pike Place Market. I love the market best first thing in the morning. The fun part for me was to see how the market unfolds before the streets are filled with tourist.
Post Alley is one of my favrite Seattle streets. It's very short yet has lots of character.
What a lovely place to chat the day away on these bright table and chairs.
If my sisters and I had a Banh Mi (Vietnamese sandwich) Shop, some version of this sign would be fitting for us.
Ethan is delighted to be in front on a pig. Aidan looks so unhappy because he does not get to be first. I'm overjoyed to be captured in a photo with my babies while Kyle rights the crowd to snap this shot. I love family vacations!!!
Can you see Pup Pup in Ethan's hand? Yup, I was so worried the whole walk through Pike Place that he would drop Pup Pup on the dirty floor because Pup Pup was given a bath the night before. But Ethan held a good grip on his friend the entire time.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
James Royce
Friday, August 14, 2009
Friends + Popcicles = Summer Fun
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