A Very Merry Birthday

I have a confession...

 I've been sitting here, staring at an empty computer screen for an hour.  I suppose it makes sense, given the subject I'm going to write about. 

What's the subject?  Greyson.



If you know Greyson, then you know why this is a difficult task.  If you don't know him, then let me start off by saying this: That boy marches to his own drummer.



Of course, all of my kids are different and unique and have their own likes and dislikes, but Greyson?  He takes all of those things to EXTREMES.  He is the third of five children, and let me tell you, he takes that "middle child" title very seriously. 



Grey is a kid who knows what he wants and he's not afraid to tell you.  For example, I asked the kids what they'd like to be for Halloween this year.  Without hesitation, here are the responses I got:
Owen: A vampire
Emerson: A vampire
Alayna: A vampire
Nash: A vampire (I may have nudged him that way)
Greyson: A BUMBLEBEE



This fall, we let the kids each pick an after-school activity.  Their choices?
Owen: Swimming
Emerson: Swimming
Alayna: Swimming
Greyson: Track (He's as fast as lightning.)



When asked what they'd like to be when they grow up, here were their responses:
Owen: An Entomologist
Emerson: A Teacher
Alayna: A Doctor
Greyson: I don't care what my job is, but I want to be a dad and have twin boys named Alex and Owen.



As for Greyson's birthday list this year, at the very top: OFFICE SUPPLIES.  Specifically, a hole-puncher, paperclips, a stapler, a clipboard, and lots and lots of paper.



Birthdays around here aren't extravagant, but I do let each of the kids decide on a theme and a location for their parties.  You might think a six year old kindergartener would choose to have a Spiderman theme, or to take some friends roller skating, but not Grey.  His requests were simple and to the point: He wanted his favorite cousin, Brady, to come for the weekend, and he wanted a Christmas party.  Genius, right?  So, last weekend, Brady came for the weekend and Saturday we celebrated Christmas.  There were red and green balloons, garland hung on the fireplace, a Christmas tree cake, presents wrapped in Christmas paper, and even a small, decorated Christmas tree.  Then, today for his birthday treat, I sent red and green frosted Christmas cookies to school with him, and he wore the new pair of Christmas socks I gave him for his birthday. 





In November, we welcomed baby Nash into our family, and Greyson finally got the little brother he'd been waiting for.  I could have never predicted the bond that those two boys have.  For as wild and crazy and nonstop as Greyson is, when he is with Nash, he is calm and gentle and caring.  He's always willing to comfort him when he cries, and he can always make that baby giggle.





After preschool in Michigan, preschool in Tennessee, and preschool in Ohio, Greyson finally was old enough to start Kindergarten this year.  And boy, was he ready. On the first day, they invited the parents to bring their children to school and stay for a couple hours to make the kids' transition easier.  I'd say he was more than a little nervous on that first day, but he quickly found his bearings and is excelling in his class. 







While he still drives me crazy on a daily basis, and he has a smart reply for everything that is said to him, I'm pretty sure my life wouldn't be half as fun as it is if he wasn't a part of it.



Happy 6th Birthday, Grey!

Get Rowdy, Get Tough!

It's almost September, and the kids are back in school.  We've had a couple chilly nights, but nothing out of the ordinary. Still, Fall is sneaking up on us.  The farmers are harvesting their crops, the orchards will soon be filled with cider donuts and pumpkins, the leaves on the trees are slowly changing colors and football season is upon us.

Growing up, football season meant games under the lights on Friday nights, wearing our letter jackets, cheering our team to victory.  We also had a great marching band that was sure to please at halftime.  But cheerleaders? Pffft... Not my thing.

Well, guess what? I've got a cheerleader of my very own.  If that's not funny enough to you, here's more: I am her coach.  That's right.  I grew up playing basketball, and softball, and the piano, and singing in the choir, and I am now a cheerleading coach.  Go ahead and laugh; it's pretty comical. 

Cheerleading practice started a month ago, and my girls have been hard at work, learning thirty cheers and a very detailed halftime dance.  These girls are dancers and gymnasts and tennis players and soccer players and swimmers, but cheerleading is all new to them. So we learned together. 

Earlier this week, the girls got to meet their football team for this year.  We met them after practice and I'd have to say there is nothing cuter than nine tiny cheerleaders handing out treats to 15 first-year tackle football players, who I'm sure all have hopes of the NFL in their future.  The night was filled with giggles and shyness and whispers and very little conversation between the boys and girls.



Our season officially starts next week, but tonight was a special night.  Tonight was our Kickoff Classic, where all 14 football teams got their chance to play on the varsity field, and our cheerleaders were there to cheer them on. 

Pre-game Excitement:










The Halftime Dance:





The "Hello" Cheer:



The Football Players:



V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!



My girls might be tiny little third and fourth graders, but tonight they were ten feet tall.

Alayna is Four

57 months ago, I held this in my hands:

55 months ago, I held this first picture of the baby growing inside of me:


52 months ago, I held this picture of my daughter:


 48 months ago, the day had finally arrived; the day I would finally get to hold her in my arms, and not just in my belly.


It was a Monday. I was scheduled for an induction, a week before my due date.

After arriving at the hospital in the morning, I was hooked up to the machines, and I waited. In the afternoon, the contractions were strong and consistent and the on-call doctor came to break my water.

Things changed almost instantly. I wasn't surprised when they checked me and I was seven centimeters dilated. I told them to call my doctor, as I had had two very fast deliveries in the past. (You can read about them here and here.)

They smiled and nodded and basically ignored me. And then, it was time. For real. I asked to be checked again. I was ten centimeters dilated and she was coming. Quickly. They told me that my doctor was on her way, FROM THE OFFICE.

Really? This was happening again?

Don't push, they said. Just breathe, they said.

So there I was, breathing through contractions, holding back the intense desire to push, again. There I was, cursing the nurses for not listening to me, again. There I was waiting, again.

Somehow, finally, the doctor appeared.

And just like that, she was here.


A tiny, bald, beautiful baby girl. Alayna.


The little sister Emerson had been waiting for.



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The next 36 months turned out to be quite a roller coaster. There was a broken leg, a move to Tennessee, a move to Ohio. Through it all, Alayna was Alayna. Although shy upon first meeting, she'll quickly warm up to you and hit you with her infectious laugh. And that hair?  That hair turns heads everywhere we go.


The last 12 months have been spent living in Ohio, but with frequent trips to Michigan and a spring trip to Florida. She had her first day of preschool, enjoyed dressing as a bumblebee for Halloween, caught her first fish, debuted her first pair of glasses, and became a big sister to Nash.  No matter where she is, or what she is doing, Alayna is a character.

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She turned four over the weekend. When I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, she answered right away: A penguin. A real, live penguin. And then she added that she'd also like a watermelon, with a knife to cut it. She is quite sensible.



Alayna has always been a Mama's girl. If I'm cooking in the kitchen, she's on the counter helping me. If I'm changing a diaper, she's there next to me, ready to assist, if needed.  If I'm painting my nails, she's there, waiting to have her nails painted, too.  If I sneak away to take a bath, somehow she's there, stripping down to jump right in. While I enjoy my alone time, I enjoy my time with her, as well. I know that soon enough she'll be too busy and too "cool" to hang out with Mom. So, I'm taking what I can get, as long as she'll give it to me.

Happy 4th Birthday, baby girl.  Mama loves you.