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I can’t believe this is the first blog post I’m writing so far this year.  It’s almost June!  This spring has been a whirlwind of school and daycare and work and wedding preparation.

We decided to start sending you to daycare…  we call it “school”…  a few months ago and it’s been a difficult transition for you.  Some days are better than others but overall it’s not your favorite thing to do.  You have fun once you’re there, but you’re very attached to us and would rather stay home and play.  You’re only there two days a week but in some ways I think that’s made the transition harder.

In two months you’ll turn 3 and this fall you’ll go to a montessori school!  We’re very excited that you got in (you did so well at your interview!) and we think the montessori style will be perfect for you.  You’re very independent and curious and we know it will be a solid foundation for your education.

Instead of taking two courses last semester, I opted for one so that I wasn’t too overwhelmed leading up to the the wedding.  Unfortunately that means I couldn’t graduate in May and will need to either test out of the final course (by taking the CLEP exam) or take it this summer so I can graduate in August.  The end is sooo close I can feel it.  It was always a goal of mine to finish school before you started and it looks as though that will still happen.

Your dad and I have talked about me getting my MBA but decided two of us in school at the same time is a pretty stressful way to live and maybe it’s best to hold off for now.  He still has two years left in his doctoral program in physical therapy and is now talking about staying on another 18 months for his PhD.  This would give him the option of teaching at the college level if that was ever something he wanted to do later in life.  He’s so smart and such an excellent student.  I’m proud of him.

You are 29 pounds and so tall for your age!  Your vocabulary is off the charts.  You talk a million miles a minute and have been since you turned two.  Two and a half, however, saw a huge leap in your words and sentences.  You ask us questions and tell us stories and understand so much of what we tell you.  Last night you were getting ready to go upstairs for bedtime and your pacis (yes…  you still use them at night…) were on the kitchen counter.  You asked me why they were there and I told you I washed them for you.  You said, “Oh!  Thank you mom for washing my pacis!”  We just shake our heads at how smart and quick you are.  When we run into strangers at the grocery store or playground they say, “How old are you?”  and you say, “Two and a half!”  You also tell people your full name when they ask, “Moses Lee-Jennings Nelson”.

You’re not in love with the pets.  They’re more of a nuisance to you than anything.  I’m guessing you get that from your dad.  You love balloons.  We currently have a giant mylar fire truck in our family room that cost $10.  Your dad can’t say no.  Neither of us can.  You also love puzzles, books, “cooking” and the playground.

At night you sleep with about 6 stuffed animals all around you and you ask us to cover them up when we’re tucking you in.  You love to sing and you’re not afraid of anything.  Except hand driers.  And haircuts.

Your dad and I got married a few weeks ago in the park and had a little lunch reception afterward with family.  You weren’t thrilled with the whole experience.  When you saw me getting my hair done you screamed, “I don’t like you fancy!”  Fair enough.  I don’t usually either.

You also had a meltdown as I was coming down the aisle so I had to pick you up and hold you at the alter while Papa gave his sermon.  Poor Moose.  You just like things to be normal and routined.  That day was anything but.

We went on a honeymoon in Asheville for a few days and you stayed with your grandparents (Grandma and Grandpa Nelson first and then Nanny and Papa) and you did really well.  They kept you busy and you only asked about us once.  When we came home you said excitedly, “You came back!” and hugged us both and then asked, “You were at Honey Hut???”

For those of you who don’t know…  Honey Hut is a local ice cream shop.  He had been to Honey Hut while we were gone and someone had told him we were on our “honeymoon”.  Hence the confusion.

We’re looking forward to this summer with you.  Your dad has six weeks off.  There will be trips to the farm and perhaps some time at the lake house in Michigan.  We didn’t go last year as we went to St. Augustine instead.  It’s always fun to kayak and swim and relax up there.  Your dad has joked that he’ll need to get a job.  Six weeks without school is a long time!  I assured him we’ll have plenty to do.

There are days were you test the limits of my patience with your almost-three-year-old logic and your independence and opinions (sometimes shouted) but then you wrap your arms around my leg and say, “Awww…  I love you mom!”…  or I ask you how you are and you say, “I feel great!”…  or you run and “crash me” in a fit of giggles… and I am so overwhelmed with how special you are and how blessed I am to be your mom.

Right now you’re on a toddler journey and it’s a roller coaster ride with the most beautiful, wild and crazy dips and twists.  We’re buckling up and throwing our hands in the air because with you, everything is an adventure.

I love you.


hey babe (14).

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You turned two in August, your dad started his second semester of PT school, and we thought about sending you to daycare two days a week but chose to hold off.  I arranged my schedule at work so I have more consistency and specific days to do specific things.  It’s brought structure to my week and helps with knowing when I need my mom and Lauren to watch you while I’m away.

My full-time program ended a few weeks ago and I’m now on winter break but in January I’ll need to take two final classes to earn my bachelor’s degree.  It’s been a long road.  My first college class was in 2000 and my last will be in 2015.  Although I don’t particularly recommend taking the long way ’round, I also recognize it was a scenic way to travel and I choose to honor my path and not live in regret.  It feels surreal being just around the corner from my destination.  It was hard and it wasn’t.  It took me many years – off and on – to get here but it was also manageable and it’s almost over and I’m proud of myself and I didn’t do it alone.  I’ve been lucky because I’ve had support in many forms – angels and cheerleaders and gift-givers and paper editors and baby-watchers…  a small camp of ‘yes you can’ers”.  I believed them all mostly and sometimes didn’t but, in the end, they were right.  I can.  I am.  And I will.

It’s Christmas in less than two weeks and we just put up our tiny, fake tree a couple of days ago.  Each day we’ve been opening the doors of your first advent calendar and you clasp your hands together with anticipation while we check to see which shape the tiny chocolate is in…  a star!  a train!  OH…  a bear!  You exclaim excitedly when you pick it up and then run off to eat it.

Two has brought tantrums and opinions and telling me, “Stop!”  or “Go in the kitchen!” (?!?)  It’s only a little bit funny.  Mostly I try to remember it’s a phase and breathe and keep on.  You spend time in a ‘time out’ chair now but we think you like it there so I’m not sure how effective it is.  Recently I asked you, “Do you want to sit in time out?” and you responded, “Yes!”  I think you’re winning…

I honestly do get irritated at times but at the end of the day I have to remind myself of who’s kid you are.  Did I actually think I would have a kid who didn’t have opinions or a strong will or an “I’ll do it myself!” attitude?  Let’s get real.  And truthfully, you’re the sweetest and gentlest little guy around.  But you’re two.  TWO.

We tell you all the time that you’re too smart.  You say and do all kinds of funny and clever things and it keeps us sharing stories constantly.  “You won’t believe what Mo said today…”  I wish I could tell story after story here of some of the top hits but it’s truly hard to remember!  There are too many and they’re too frequent to list.

You love trains and puzzles (24 piece ones are your favorite right now), and chicken nuggets and apple sauce and your new favorite book is “Where the Wild Things Are”.  You tell us you “Wuv” us and chatter about “giants and bean stocks and Grandpa Nelson and ghosts and halloween”.  Halloween was such a smash hit that we still haven’t heard the end of it.  You were a dinosaur this year and we took you to Boo At The Zoo.  You ate a bag of donuts and walked around like you owned the place while everyone pointed and laughed and told us how adorable you were.

2015 is going to bring the big ‘3’ and another fun spring, summer and fall.  It will also bring preschool and tricycle riding and fun at the beach.  I’ll graduate and your dad and I will get married and we’ll grow more as people and as a family.  I think this year has been the best yet in so many ways.  It’s been tough to juggle work and school and family but it’s also been productive, interesting and fulfilling.  It’s been worth it all.

I love you and I love getting to know you as you grow.  I looked over at you the other day while you were in your car seat.  Your leg was slung over the side of the chair and you were looking out the window thoughtfully.  I thought, “That’s Mo.  Two going on thirty.”  You’ve always been cool and you’ve always been funny and you’ve always been wise beyond your years.  You’re a soulful little being with a giant heart and I want to be just like you when I grow up.

Hugga Mugga, Mosi…  and Merry Christmas.


hey babe (13).

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You turned 2 a month ago and of course we can hardly believe it.  It’s the journey of parenthood to constantly stand amazed at how fast time passes.  You talk a lot and say things that surprise us on a daily basis.  Everyone tells me to write it all down but honestly by the end of the day I can barely remember!  You put my pants on your head yesterday and told me you were a “ghost”.  I have no idea where you learned that but it was hysterical.  You’re going through a “Grampy” phase right now so he’s pretty much all you talk about.  Grampy, animals and “Go park!” are your favorite topics.  You spend most of the day smiling or laughing and you’re typically very easy to have around unless you’re tired and then you’re grumpy and whiny and that can be a challenge at times.  Toddlers, it turns out, are a TON of work!  Even the good ones (which you are) tend to be pretty messy, very active and command the attention of an entire room!  Your dad was joking with me this weekend while we were at the farm that it’s amazing how one 2 year old can keep 4 adults running around in circles.  I switch back and forth almost every day between wanting another baby so you can have a sibling and feeling like “one is all I need”.  I’m guessing this is a pretty normal way to feel.  There’s a huge part of me that wants another baby and a bigger family and there’s an equally large part of me that thinks the 3 of us are perfect just as we are.  I still have a few years to decide.

You still love all things artistic.  Coloring and drawing and going to the park are what you love do do most during your playtime.  You like to talk about the “big slide” and you also love the library because they have a fish tank and lots of animal puzzles.  Over the past couple of months you started saying phrases which is so much fun.  You can tell us things like, “Oh no!  Messy!” when you walk into a room or, “Go see NannaPapa!” (all one word).  You love taking bubble baths and your favorite thing to draw lately are “bubbles” (oblong shapes over and over).  This weekend you did a shapes puzzle at the farm and there was one left but you didn’t know where it was so you looked up at us and said, “Missing oval!”  Sure enough, it was an oval indeed.  

I took you to the zoo for the first time 2 weeks ago.  You had been to the rainforest once before but never to the rest of the zoo.  You loved the monkeys and elephants and when I pointed to a turtle you exclaimed, “tortoise!”  I looked at the sign and of course it was a tortoise.  You’re smart and detail-oriented and so much fun.  Your personality is definitely a combination of your dad and myself in some ways but also very much “you”.  You like to sing chopped up versions of Happy Birthday and The Itsy Bitsy Spider.  Your daddy is the light of your little life and although you love animals an impossible amount, you’re still not a big fan of Thea.  I’m thinking it’s because she steals your food.

Speaking of food, ice cream is your favorite.  You ask me for an “ice cone” at least once a day.  I, of course, don’t give one to you that often but this summer you’ve had your fare share of treats.  I tried so desperately to feed you healthy foods in your first two years of life but these past few months you could survive on chicken nuggets, yogurt and applesauce alone.

Things are still busy in our lives as your dad and I are both in school.  For him it’s just the beginning.  He’s in his second semester.  For me it’s nearing the end.  My program ends in 3 short months and then I have 1-2 classes left before graduation in May.  You often have a sitter one afternoon a week but otherwise we rotate being with you so we can study and I can go to work a few days a week.  It’s not always easy but I’m really proud of how we’re doing.  We’re getting good grades and taking care of you and our house is only a minor disaster for the most part.  The wedding is 8 months away so most of our plans are in place.  We’re getting married at the Greek Gardens (pictured above) in a morning ceremony surrounded by family and having brunch at L’albatros.  We thought we might go to Paris for a honeymoon but we seem to have decided against this because it’s so far way.  Instead we’ll probably go away for a long weekend and save a bigger trip for down the road when school is over for both of us and things have calmed down.

We can’t wait for you to say, “I love you” back to us but you’ve been saying, “I see you” instead and it’s almost better than “I love you”.  You hug us around the legs and look up at us with those big, brown eyes and we know that you really do see us.  And we see you.  

I told your dad this week that I feel seen by him.  I always have.  It’s funny how you go through life and know so many people and many of them you love but when you stop and think about it you realize you don’t actually feel ‘seen’ by them all.  It’s a rare thing and I’m so grateful to have found that connection with both of you.  

I try not to rush you or push you or breeze over the small moments.  You have your own pace and it’s a lot slower than mine but I’m lucky to get to walk beside you so I take a deep breath and slow it down.  Where do I really have to be that’s more important than holding your hand?

Yesterday we were getting ready to go to Trader Joe’s to get groceries and I was zooming around the house throwing things in my purse and putting your shoes on and feeding the cat and when we got outside and started walking towards the car you stopped in your tracks.  I said, “What’s wrong?  Let’s go to the store!”  You responded with, “Play with rocks!”  Everything in me wanted to pick you up and march you to the car so we could get on with my plans but instead I said, “Ok” and I sat down in a lawn chair while you gathered rocks from the driveway and lined them up on the picnic table in a perfect row (smallest to biggest).  When you were finished with that you came over to me and crawled up on my lap.  I wanted to cry because I almost missed it, you know?  I almost missed 10 minutes of your ‘two year old ness’ because I was rushing to run errands and being ‘that mom’.  There will be a day when you can’t sit on my lap anymore and I know it’ll come faster than a bullet train.  Everyone tells you to soak it up but so few of us actually do.  I often forget but I’m trying to remember.  

I read this quote once by Catherine M. Wallace, “Listen earnestly to anything [your children] want to tell you, no matter what.  If you don’t listen eagerly to the little stuff when they are little, they won’t tell you the big stuff when they are big, because to them, all of it has always been big stuff.”  That feels true to me.

You stopped calling me “Mama” this month.  I don’t know why or how but you did.  We were upstairs and I wanted to go downstairs so I said, “C’mon, Mo” and you responded, “Ok, Mom” and I stood there in shock.  You haven’t looked back since.  When you call me from your crib you say, “Mommomomomomom!”  No, “Mamamamamamam” anymore.  I mean, I knew the day would come eventually but you’re just a freshly minted TWO!

For all of the ways our lives have changed and the sleepless nights and the messy house and the bath bubbles on the floor and the markers on the wall and the coaxing to get you to eat something or put on your shoes…  I would not trade one second of being your mom because there is also the sweaty hair on my shoulder after a nap and the ‘precious moments’ eyes when you’ve done something naughty and the tiny, chiclet teeth grinning up at me when you’re happy and the soft bottoms of your feet and the sound of your laughter and the “Ok, mom” and the crib full of stuffed animals standing guard as you nap and the jumping up and down when you hear the words “ice cream” and the way you say “YES!” when I understand what you want and the click of your overalls when I’m getting you ready for the day and it’s all too much for one heart to hold.

We have a thing, your father and I, where you do or say something brilliant and we just look at each other.  We don’t even need to gush or praise or say anything at all.  We just look at each other.  Quick.  And then look away.  Because if we look any longer we’ll talk and if we talk it will ruin the moment.  Words aren’t necessary.  Only the ‘flap of a wing’ second where we share the ridiculous joy that is you.  That’s all there is and all there will ever be for me. 

I love you.