Till the Wheels Come Off


My preschool Grad.
July 2, 2012, 3:04 pm
Filed under: Photo, Rocco

My little man has completed his first year of preschool, well, first 5 months. Here he is in January on his very first day.Here’s one with his little friend, Gracie.Here’s what dinner looked like on the first day. We got to read to his class…Mother’s Day celebration and Roc’s school birthday in June…He loved his teachers, Mrs. Marquez and Mrs. Hendrickson.We went to a special last day of school breakfast with Grammie & Poppy at the Maltby Cafe.

You did it, buddy! Last day of preschool!Next year he’s moving up to the three day a week Pre-K program and we are so looking forward to it.

Well done, Rocco North. Hey, guess what?! You turn 4 years old tomorrow!! HOLY MOLY!

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Rocket Man
April 26, 2012, 10:20 pm
Filed under: Kid speak, Love, Photo, Rocco

I’m amazed at this boy’s mind.

The other night we came home to find Rocco and his Grammie Ro laying on the floor in his bedroom staring at the wall. She got him a nightlight that projects the solar system on the wall or ceiling – beyond cool. Their conversation took many twists and turns, Rocco never tires of talking about all things rockets & planets and he is never short on imagination either. Here is what Rocco explained to his Grammie, “When a star dies, it turns into a black hole. It’s all black and you can fall and fall and fall, without your mom. That is so sad. But when your dad comes home from work he’ll go in the black hole and look for you and bring you back home, to be with your mom. But you can’t live there, ’cause it’s very muddy… and black. Very, very black.”  Both Tom and I were so fascinated by this conversation, it makes us want to know more of what is going on in that mind of his.

Then this morning when he woke up, the first thing out of his mouth was, “Good morning, Mommy! It sure takes God a long time to put the sun up…that is one big hot ball of gas!”

There is never a dull (or quiet) moment with this boy. I love being his mom, I love watching Tom be his dad, and I will savor all of the moments that are making him the man he is meant to be.

Life with you is an amazing journey, Son.

To the moon and back,

Mom



Ew.
August 12, 2010, 11:32 am
Filed under: Kid speak, Rocco

I know this is gross.  Really, I know.  I can’t help myself.  This picture was taken post MAJOR sneeze.  I had to pull over to get this shot…and do a major nose wipe. 

He sneezed, looked at me and said, “WOAHHHH!  Big bless you!”  Yes Roc, that was a big bless you. 

Ah-choo!



I never get tired of this face
August 7, 2010, 7:18 am
Filed under: Rocco, Uncategorized

“MMMMMMOOOOOOMMMMMMM?  … I want OOOOOUUUUUUTTT?”

Good morning, son. I will never get tired of your face.

Never.

Here’s to lazy Saturdays.

 



His Preciousness
February 19, 2009, 1:42 pm
Filed under: Photo, Rocco
Rocco passed out right in the middle of his bottle.  He’s still holding onto it in his sleep.

That’s my boy.

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LOVE is in the air…
February 1, 2009, 11:36 pm
Filed under: Family, Love, Photo, Rocco

These are my guys…

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…forever.



Happy New…YOU!
January 3, 2009, 10:19 am
Filed under: Family, Photo, Rocco

Last Christmas, Tommy’s baby sister ran around greeting everyone with, “Merry Christmas Lights!”  A week later it was, “Happy New You!”  There was no way I was going to tell her, “Jesse, it’s not a new you, it’s just a new year,” because her version is perfect.  And really, what we’re all secretly hoping for.

So happy New Year.  And a New You?

But how did we get here?

Married, homeowner, a baby, I have traded my sack lunches for bills and felt boards at Sunday school for questions about what is worth believing.  Tom and I are consistently brought back to early childhood now that we have gotten Rocco some of our first favorites: Scuffy the Tugboat, Where the Wild Things Are and “Psalty’s Singing Songbook.”  We question what shaped us into the people we are today and are very aware that everyday we are part of the process that is shaping him.  His criticisms, strange fascinations, weird ticks, fiery passions…we’re helping build each of these things a brick at a time.

And it’s typically the silly things that define those characteristics.  Life is made up of a few great moments and uncountable small ones, and I don’t want to miss the small things because I’m too busy preparing for the few biggies.  And besides, the “greatest moments” are always the ones you didn’t plan for or expect.  And they turn out better than if you’d have tried to orchestrate them yourself.

I may be pushing 30, but I hope to see life through Rocco’s eyes this year.  Every night Tommy prays that Rocco never loses his sense of wonder and imagination.

As we enter this new year, I pray the same thing for you and me.

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