We Hit the Trails

This morning started when Crash and his friend, who was here for a sleepover, woke up at 5:30 am. Ugh. They didn’t go to sleep until sometime between 10:30 and 11 the night before! Oh well. I seriously can’t wait until Crash decides that sleep is actually a good thing. But that’s for another post.

Anyway, by 7:30, Bang was also up and all three hooligans were fed and were looking to go outside. But the sun wasn’t even up, yet! And it was only 7 degrees! (they were in shorts and t-shirts) So I got them dressed properly and I took them to watch it come up. They were bored at first. Then the first glimpse of the sun came peeking through and they thought it was pretty neat.

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Later that afternoon, after Crash’s friend had gone home (which was a bit sad because he’s moving away next Monday night) Crash and Bang were bored and the only thing they could find to do was pick fights with each other. Instead of strangling both of them, I took them for a hike for an hour and half. Immediately upon entering the woods the bickering and fighting and screaming and stomping stopped. I know this was a pleasant relief for DW whom we left at home to relax.

There were bridges to be crossed (no Trolls were hiding under any of them). There were trees to see (none of which resembled Treebeard). There were streams to throw rocks in and stairs to climb and benches for sitting on. There were sticks to be carried (to fend off the dragons) and leaves to be collected and mud to stomp through (shoes need to be washed now. You told me so, DW!) There were squirrels to hear and watch. There was a dog and it’s owner to stop and chat with. There were pictures to be taken…

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It felt good to be out on the trails. The air was cool and quiet. No one was on anyone else’s last nerve. While there aren’t as many deciduous trees as I’d like, not as much vibrant fall color with all the loblolly pines, it was still colorful, bright, and full of October.

F is for…

FFirsts…

Usually we’re so careful with our first borns. Their baby book is immaculate, documenting all their firsts, all their milestones and first memories.

First smile. First bath. First night in a crib. First time sitting up. First solid food. First crawl. First time standing. First steps. First trips, visits, first plane ride, first time in a forward facing car seat. First night in a bed. First tooth. First lost tooth. First day of school. First sports game. First recital. First time peeing in the potty. First time pooping in the potty. First sleepover. First girl/boy friend.  First date. First car. And suddenly they are grown adults with their own kids writing blogs about things you already know.

But what about lasts? We don’t recognize lasts so easily. Their last big kid tooth. Their last bubble bath because they only take showers now. Their last time riding with training wheels. The last time they sit on our lap. Their last day of school. The last time they want a kiss goodbye before leaving for school. These are the things that often don’t make into their baby book. These are the lasts we don’t immediately recognize until we think of them months and years later and wonder where the time went.

Nothing shows the passage of time like watching your kids grow. It doesn’t seem so long ago we brought home our first born. After his 16 day stay in the NICU and us being brand new parents, worried out of our minds. Now he’s a bustling 7 3/4 year old, in school, having friends over, having sleepovers, and full of attitude because mom and dad won’t stop nagging. In seven more years he’ll be entering high school and seven years after that he’ll be driving and in University (if that’s where he wants to go) and technically, an adult.

So, for now, I’ll go reminisce and leave you with the first time Crash held his baby brother, Bang.

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