TruMama

Time to celebrate six with six.

Six of the most adorable little people.

(Grandma photo bombed.) 🙂

This birthday was extra special because you invited your very own friends!

This was all you.

You picked the place and you picked the guests.

And you had a blast!

You with Justin and Zoey.

Carson and Justin

You with Alexandra.

You with James.

James is silly!

You with loads of tickets!

You opened some cool presents.

Oliver is beside you yumming on ice cream cupcakes.

And mama got a squeeze.

Happy Birthday my boy. My six year old boy.

I love you too much!

This was you, just yesterday.

Tiny and delicate. Cradled in my arms.

This is you today.

Big and strong. Towering over me.

Just yesterday I held you on my shoulder.

Your new little self wrapped snug around me.

Heart to heart.

And today I struggle to hold you.

Over half my size, our legs intertwine with every step I take.

I hold you every chance I get, which isn’t often.

I squeeze you tight because in a second you are off and running.

So much to do.

I want to pause and breathe it all in. Hold that breath.

Remember the soft touch.

Remember the boy smell.

Remember the squishy body.

Feel the warmth.

Because just yesterday we held you up and helped you jump the waves.

Today, you jump them all on your own.

Today, you attack them.

Fearless, you jump right in.

Just yesterday you played with sticks.

Today, you play with swords.

Just yesterday you figured out how to spray the water hose.

Today, you spray Lilu.

Just yesterday you scribbled with markers.

Today, you paint masterpieces.

You even do homework!

Just yesterday you got an iPad.

Today you have your own gaming system.

Just yesterday you were eating chocolate ice cream with a toy dinosaur.

Today you are eating with grown up sized silverware.

Just yesterday you dyed your first Easter eggs.

Today, you dyed some more.

Just yesterday I bounced you on the trampoline.

Today, you run that thing.

Just yesterday little Byte waited patiently for a Dorito.

Today, Lilu helps herself.

Just yesterday you got Lilu.

You guys became instant buddies.

You gave her kisses.

Today, you still give her sweet kisses.

And you are still best buds.

Just yesterday we met your little feet.

Those feet you like to do everything with.

We love those little feet.

Just yesterday you helped with the yard work.

And today you helped with the yard work.

Just yesterday you looked at books.

And looked at books.

Now today, you read books.

http://youtu.be/svE1wj22RtU

You have grown and changed so much, yet in many ways you have stayed exactly the same.

Every day you are Tru. The same, but different.

And all of it has been magical.

I love you too much.

 

What a year!

Your first year in school has been so full.

Full of learning. Full of friends. And full of firsts.

You have gone from learning your alphabet to reading level 6 books.

You have gone from writing the alphabet to writing stories.

You have gone from learning numbers to adding and skip counting.

Do not get me wrong. I knew you were smart, but this explosion of knowledge has shocked me. You have worked hard and have been determined to do it all. Your teacher has told me all year how you listen to everything she says and take it all in. It is only fitting that you be recognized in the award ceremony for Effort. That sounds exactly right!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S05fLuRgNSU&feature=youtu.be

You rock!

I love you too much!

 

Spring Break Partay!

The sun

Rising early. Staying late.

We welcome you with open arms.

Kissing your cheeks. Shining in your hair.

Wrapping you in warm rays of hugs.

You are rich with golden happiness.

The tide pools.

Saltwater streams meandering along. Inviting you to play.

Jump in. Warm your toes.

Splash around. Explore.

For tomorrow they’ll be gone.

The “Trunado.”

A fierce phenomenon sweeping through tide pools.

Spinning and destroying everything in it’s path.

Wild at heart.

The calm after the storm.

A tranquil moment.

Energy softens.

A certain quiet and you retreat into your thoughts.

The ocean.

Beckons you in.

Lassoed by it’s melody you dance with the waves.

The music delights your soul. Frees your spirit.

It’s been calling to us.

For many winter nights we’ve listened from our porch to the soothing sound of waves crashing.

Oh, how we’ve missed you.

The heart.

Fills with joy. Tickles with laughter.

Pumping good vibes.

Love abounds.

Blessings flow swiftly, creating memories etched in time.

Cheers!

I love you too much!

We interrupt this spring break to bring you this important message. Please stand by.

Last evening, Wednesday night, the 1st day of April, at approximately 9:00 PM Tru lost his first tooth! This was NOT an April Fool’s Day joke as first suspected.

It all began around 8:30. I was taking warm laundry from the dryer. Tru quietly walked up to me with his fingers in his mouth. He showed me a pretty wiggly bottom tooth. He then requested an apple and directed me not to cut it into pieces. He simply wanted the whole apple. For what, I knew. He proceeded to bang the apple into his bottom teeth causing dents in the surface of the apple. This continued for about 10 minutes. Banging. Wiggling. Banging. Wiggling. I got him a magnified mirror to assist him with this strategic behavior.

Shortly after, he came into the bedroom where I was putting laundry away. He proudly showed me the blood splotched toilet paper as evidence his tooth was most definitely ready to come out. He went back to work with the apple. Banging. Wiggling. Banging. Wiggling. The next thing I know, he’s standing before me expressionless with an outstretched arm, hand open, palm up and there in the middle is one tiny white tooth speckled with blood. I immediately got excited. He immediately burst into tears. Tears for the loss of what was. Tears of a five year old desperately trying to hold on to all he had ever known. Not ready for change, he cried out, “I want my tooth back in.” After much consolation, he calmed down. He dried his puffy eyes, but continued to complain about the hole in his mouth for the remainder of the evening.

Upon waking this morning, the first words of the day were, “You’re right mama. It doesn’t bother me anymore.” This is good to hear since the tooth right next to the hole is going to fall out any minute!

I love you too much!