The boys had a great visit today with Nonnie, Great Grampy, Uncle Mike and Emily! Kyle has been talking all week about how we get to go to Tewksbury on Saturday, "to see Great Grampy, and Nonnie, and maybe Uncle Mike, and maybe Emily", and it all came to fruition today :) It was warm enough that we played outside for a little, kicking/throwing the ball around and watching the cars go by.
We then hung out inside. Luke had fun looking at his picture books with Uncle Mike and Nonnie, and then standing up on the coffee table like a "hot shot". And Kyle very much enjoyed Emily shelling pistachios for him to eat :) Emily tried to entice him to ride on Great Grampy's stair-chairlift, but Kyle found the whole thing a bit sketchy and very decisively said he didn't want to. On the way home, I asked Kyle what he liked best about the visit and he said "Nonnie" :)
And the other highlight of our day was a fun Skype session with Auntie Jayne! It was great to have a little virtual tour of her apartment and hear all about the wonderful and meaningful work that she is doing on the reservation...we're so proud of you Auntie Jayne :)
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Pictures
I finally felt ready and that the time was right to introduce the boys to pictures of Jared. And the photo blocks that I made them for Christmas were my planned way of doing it. Whether right or wrong, I have held off until now because I was so afraid of Kyle recognizing him and wondering where Daddy was and why he was gone, before his little brain could actually comprehend the concept of death.
And I knew in reality Kyle would only remember him from pictures anyway, so I didn't feel like anything would be lost by holding out until now. But I also wanted them to be young enough that it's a "fact" that they grow up knowing, instead of a shocking revelation when they are old enough to actually understand. So I just try to stick with a simple, canned statement when we look at pictures of him, that "Daddy died and lives in heaven way up in the sky, and he loves us all very much even though we can't see him". I am bawling as I type that and can't yet say it to them without crying. And can't have them point to a picture and say "Daddy" without crying. But it's a start. And I hung an 8x10 picture of him on the wall in the family room last week, which makes me feel like he's right there watching over us.
The words sound so disproportionately simple, but I just miss him so, so much and miss sharing every aspect of my life with him. And seeing all the buzz on Facebook about the Patriots is something right now that really hits home, knowing how we would be counting down the minutes to these exciting playoff games together. I haven't watched a single sports game in the almost 2 years since he died. At this point I could handle it from a sadness standpoint. But I now realize that I have lost my passion for sports. I so miss sharing the passion with him, but in no way do I miss actually watching the games themselves. There is nothing preventing me from watching. But like basically everything else I enjoyed in life, I enjoyed watching/following sports because we did it together. My happiness was just truly 100% centered around him and I really struggle to have fun without him.
I try to be positive, but lately that has felt easier said than done. Life just continues to feel so hard, lonely, and sad. And issues with the kids just make everything feel that much harder. Like Kyle had two nights in a row this week where he was awake and yelling throughout the entire night (and on the 2nd night of this, I think I literally didn't sleep at all, for possibly the first time ever). He now has a cold, which hopefully was the root cause of that awfulness. And for the last couple weeks, he's been back to waking in the mid-5's in the morning yelling that he's wet. And very wet he and his jammies/sheets are, which I just don't understand because I literally give him about an inch of milk from noon on. So I have no idea where all this pee comes from and of course I worry about it. And I hate waking for good so early every day to such unpleasant circumstances. Going through nights/mornings like that alone, and just feeling like there is no one else who really knows/understands my life, is hard.
And while I try to focus on the positives with Luke's feeding, it can still be so discouraging. He will now eat yogurt and pureed baby food (Stage 2 jars) pretty easily, which is a HUGE improvement from the antics/energy/time/sanity that used to be required. So I am now trying to add some textured foods (Stage 3 jars), since that is the next step he should be making. He has made progress in that now he now tries to swallow chunky puree (instead of just letting it sit in his mouth), but it always triggers a gag reflex. I have learned that scaring/startling him is effective barf-prevention when he gags. But the chunky foods seem to trigger a stronger gag reflex because he has thrown up 4 out of the last 5 times I have fed him. And the giant, waterproof "barf bib" was not able to contain the last couple, which means a huge post-barf cleanup was required (Luke, me, floor, nearby toys, and worst of all the high chair, with all its straps and crevices). It is just so demoralizing and really zaps my motivation to keep forging ahead with these feeding steps. But I have to just hope and pray that he simply learns how to eat one of these days, and that there is no underlying condition causing all of these issues.
But in general the boys are both doing well. Some highlights...Kyle can now successfully close his Curious George jack-in-the-box, which is a little tricky because you have to stuff Curious George in, close the lid, and turn the knob all simultaneously until it clicks shut. Yay Kyle! And yay Mommy not having to do it for him anymore! He is also a whiz with his 24 pc puzzles, and really enjoys doing them. And Luke just keeps trying to do/say more things, and thinks he's pretty cool while doing them :) He tested ahead of his age in all categories (language, fine/gross motor, cognitive, etc) last week during his 6 month Early Intervention re-evaluation, which was great to hear. Except feeding of course...he tested around 10 months for that so he continues to qualify for services.
And I decided to give them both haircuts yesterday (saving me the time/hassle of bringing them to Snip-its). Doing this on no sleep probably wasn't the best idea, but they came out okay considering. Not a great picture, but this gives you an idea...
And I knew in reality Kyle would only remember him from pictures anyway, so I didn't feel like anything would be lost by holding out until now. But I also wanted them to be young enough that it's a "fact" that they grow up knowing, instead of a shocking revelation when they are old enough to actually understand. So I just try to stick with a simple, canned statement when we look at pictures of him, that "Daddy died and lives in heaven way up in the sky, and he loves us all very much even though we can't see him". I am bawling as I type that and can't yet say it to them without crying. And can't have them point to a picture and say "Daddy" without crying. But it's a start. And I hung an 8x10 picture of him on the wall in the family room last week, which makes me feel like he's right there watching over us.
The words sound so disproportionately simple, but I just miss him so, so much and miss sharing every aspect of my life with him. And seeing all the buzz on Facebook about the Patriots is something right now that really hits home, knowing how we would be counting down the minutes to these exciting playoff games together. I haven't watched a single sports game in the almost 2 years since he died. At this point I could handle it from a sadness standpoint. But I now realize that I have lost my passion for sports. I so miss sharing the passion with him, but in no way do I miss actually watching the games themselves. There is nothing preventing me from watching. But like basically everything else I enjoyed in life, I enjoyed watching/following sports because we did it together. My happiness was just truly 100% centered around him and I really struggle to have fun without him.
I try to be positive, but lately that has felt easier said than done. Life just continues to feel so hard, lonely, and sad. And issues with the kids just make everything feel that much harder. Like Kyle had two nights in a row this week where he was awake and yelling throughout the entire night (and on the 2nd night of this, I think I literally didn't sleep at all, for possibly the first time ever). He now has a cold, which hopefully was the root cause of that awfulness. And for the last couple weeks, he's been back to waking in the mid-5's in the morning yelling that he's wet. And very wet he and his jammies/sheets are, which I just don't understand because I literally give him about an inch of milk from noon on. So I have no idea where all this pee comes from and of course I worry about it. And I hate waking for good so early every day to such unpleasant circumstances. Going through nights/mornings like that alone, and just feeling like there is no one else who really knows/understands my life, is hard.
And while I try to focus on the positives with Luke's feeding, it can still be so discouraging. He will now eat yogurt and pureed baby food (Stage 2 jars) pretty easily, which is a HUGE improvement from the antics/energy/time/sanity that used to be required. So I am now trying to add some textured foods (Stage 3 jars), since that is the next step he should be making. He has made progress in that now he now tries to swallow chunky puree (instead of just letting it sit in his mouth), but it always triggers a gag reflex. I have learned that scaring/startling him is effective barf-prevention when he gags. But the chunky foods seem to trigger a stronger gag reflex because he has thrown up 4 out of the last 5 times I have fed him. And the giant, waterproof "barf bib" was not able to contain the last couple, which means a huge post-barf cleanup was required (Luke, me, floor, nearby toys, and worst of all the high chair, with all its straps and crevices). It is just so demoralizing and really zaps my motivation to keep forging ahead with these feeding steps. But I have to just hope and pray that he simply learns how to eat one of these days, and that there is no underlying condition causing all of these issues.
But in general the boys are both doing well. Some highlights...Kyle can now successfully close his Curious George jack-in-the-box, which is a little tricky because you have to stuff Curious George in, close the lid, and turn the knob all simultaneously until it clicks shut. Yay Kyle! And yay Mommy not having to do it for him anymore! He is also a whiz with his 24 pc puzzles, and really enjoys doing them. And Luke just keeps trying to do/say more things, and thinks he's pretty cool while doing them :) He tested ahead of his age in all categories (language, fine/gross motor, cognitive, etc) last week during his 6 month Early Intervention re-evaluation, which was great to hear. Except feeding of course...he tested around 10 months for that so he continues to qualify for services.
And I decided to give them both haircuts yesterday (saving me the time/hassle of bringing them to Snip-its). Doing this on no sleep probably wasn't the best idea, but they came out okay considering. Not a great picture, but this gives you an idea...
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Spring Day!
A 55 degree day in January? Yes please!! Days like this really make the winter bearable. And I love the fact that we're already well into January without having had any real hardcore winter or snow (except the Halloween storm, which doesn't really count since that was still autumn). I'm sure we'll still get hammered the next couple months, but the longer we go like this, the shorter winter feels.
And it's funny how 55F in January feels like about 70F...had all the windows open (while still running the heat, of course), went for a walk in flip flops without a jacket (don't worry, kids wore jackets), neighbors were out doing yard work, etc.
And this was the first walk with the boys where Luke walked too! And walk he did. For those that know my street, he walked from our house all the way to Fort Sumter like a big boy and LOVED it! That's over 1/3 of a mile (or about 1.3 times around a track...not bad for a little guy!). The reason he hasn't walked outside before is because I just got his "outdoor shoes" this week (he only had his Robeez slipper-shoes until now).
After the walk, we played in the backyard for a while and Luke just loved roaming around exploring. I really look forward to this upcoming spring...it will be so much more fun to be outside with the boys now that Luke doesn't have to be strapped into something. Wait, what am I saying...
And it's funny how 55F in January feels like about 70F...had all the windows open (while still running the heat, of course), went for a walk in flip flops without a jacket (don't worry, kids wore jackets), neighbors were out doing yard work, etc.
And this was the first walk with the boys where Luke walked too! And walk he did. For those that know my street, he walked from our house all the way to Fort Sumter like a big boy and LOVED it! That's over 1/3 of a mile (or about 1.3 times around a track...not bad for a little guy!). The reason he hasn't walked outside before is because I just got his "outdoor shoes" this week (he only had his Robeez slipper-shoes until now).
After the walk, we played in the backyard for a while and Luke just loved roaming around exploring. I really look forward to this upcoming spring...it will be so much more fun to be outside with the boys now that Luke doesn't have to be strapped into something. Wait, what am I saying...
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Christmas Visit with Nonnie
We had a fun Christmas visit today with Nonnie and her friend Diane. Nonnie came bearing lots of nice, generous gifts, all of which Kyle thoroughly enjoyed! I didn't get too many pictures because my camera bit the dust mid-visit (probably because I dropped it on the hardwood floor). Here are a few though...
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Christmas 2011
Christmas was a lot of fun for the boys. We had a nice dinner and fun opening presents at Grammy's house on Christmas Eve with Ca and family. And then we all had Christmas day together at my house. Ca and her kids slept over, so we got to do the Santa preparations together, which was nice. And having them all here Christmas morning made everything that much better.
Kyle was very pleased to see that Santa brought him all the toys he requested...an ambulance, a cash register, and a teddy bear (and an airplane for Luke). But I don't know WHAT Santa was thinking when he picked out that bleeping ambulance...it has the loudest, most obnoxious audio imaginable! One of the buttons on it is a horrible-sounding fake cough, which is ironic because we were the most disgusting-sounding group on Christmas with all of our lingering coughs/congestion. So we definitely didn't need any fake additions!
There is probably no day that has a stronger sense of loss for me than Christmas. I could just so vividly picture what Jared would be doing if he were there, lying on the floor being goofy with the kids, showing them how all their new toys work, and truly savoring every minute of it. He was the rock of our family and everything still just feels so empty, "mechanical", and difficult without him.
Sometimes I just look at our little boys and it seems unfathomable to me that they don't have a father. It just breaks my heart thinking about all the love and fun and father-son bonding that they are missing out on in life. And also thinking about all the fatherhood joy that Jared is missing out on too. But I continue to be so thankful that we got pregnant with Luke when we did, so that the boys have each other. And I just look at Luke with such amazement, thinking about how he was somehow able to survive/grow/thrive inside me during those 6 months when I was experiencing the most intense grief/stress possible and felt completely dead inside. But he is so strong and full of life, my little angel from heaven. I just love my boys so much, and love that they are a direct and lasting product of the love that Jared and I shared.
Kyle was very pleased to see that Santa brought him all the toys he requested...an ambulance, a cash register, and a teddy bear (and an airplane for Luke). But I don't know WHAT Santa was thinking when he picked out that bleeping ambulance...it has the loudest, most obnoxious audio imaginable! One of the buttons on it is a horrible-sounding fake cough, which is ironic because we were the most disgusting-sounding group on Christmas with all of our lingering coughs/congestion. So we definitely didn't need any fake additions!
There is probably no day that has a stronger sense of loss for me than Christmas. I could just so vividly picture what Jared would be doing if he were there, lying on the floor being goofy with the kids, showing them how all their new toys work, and truly savoring every minute of it. He was the rock of our family and everything still just feels so empty, "mechanical", and difficult without him.
Sometimes I just look at our little boys and it seems unfathomable to me that they don't have a father. It just breaks my heart thinking about all the love and fun and father-son bonding that they are missing out on in life. And also thinking about all the fatherhood joy that Jared is missing out on too. But I continue to be so thankful that we got pregnant with Luke when we did, so that the boys have each other. And I just look at Luke with such amazement, thinking about how he was somehow able to survive/grow/thrive inside me during those 6 months when I was experiencing the most intense grief/stress possible and felt completely dead inside. But he is so strong and full of life, my little angel from heaven. I just love my boys so much, and love that they are a direct and lasting product of the love that Jared and I shared.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Christmas Season
My widow friend and I often talk about our "double whammy". We had read how this is the only kind of loss in life that packs this awful double punch...it not only leaves you with the most intense grief/sadness possible of losing your life partner, best friend, and father of your children, but it also leaves a very, very difficult life in its wake, raising little kids as an "only" parent while running the household alone.
And the holidays just make this double whammy seem that much harder. I think it's a combination of trying to find the time/energy to get everything done alone (shopping, decorating, cards, wrapping, etc) while the void in our family/house just feels 100 times magnified during this supposedly "merry" time. But the Christmas season was such a fun, magical time for me as a kid (and as an adult with Jared), and I absolutely want our kids to grow up with that same feeling. So I will do everything possible to make sure that happens and am hopeful that it feels more "merry" with each passing year. I just so miss sharing my life, especially the kids, with Jared. Christmas morning would have been so fun together this year, watching Kyle's awe when he sees that Santa came and really "getting it".
When I'm feeling especially sad/exhausted/overwhelmed, I try to look back over the last XX (21) months and recognize things that have gotten easier in my life. And there are a lot of them! So here are a few, in no particular order:
- Despite my children being pretty non-existent nappers, they have turned into GREAT night sleepers...12+ hours without a peep! So there is no excuse for me to be sleep-deprived anymore. And for the most part, I'm not.
- I am not pregnant or nursing so can eat/drink whatever I want without worrying about its affect on the baby. And I repeat, I AM NOT NURSING!!
- I am not trying to sell 2 different houses, failed last-minute closing and all, while buying land and designing/building a third house (while pregnant/working full-time, and then caring for a newborn/completely sleep-deprived, while also raising Kyle).
- I no longer have to be a germophobe, because Luke's growth/nourishment no longer requires him to suction onto anything (something that is nearly impossible to do with a stuffy nose, especially when it was nearly impossible for him to begin with!).
- We are settled in our house and I LOVE IT! There is literally nothing I would change, despite having designed every square inch of it during the absolute darkest days of my life. The house/neighborhood just feel perfect for us, and I love feeling settled with no moves on the horizon (packing/moving and all that goes along with it, which I did a couple times this last year and a half, is NOT fun).
- For the first time basically in Luke's entire life, I feel pretty good about his current growth rate and feel capable of maintaining it (albeit by still feeding him formula-enhanced baby food while distracting him to the point that he doesn't really know that he's eating). But this gives me a cushion to try more drastic measures to get him to "learn" to swallow non-pureed food.
And now for some kid updates. First Kyle. Ever since our Skype with Nonnie on Saturday, he has been VERY into coloring, which is a great new activity for him, one that he has always resisted for some reason. And the other thing that he's very into is getting "special treats". And I have learned that he will happily do just about anything if I preface it with "as a special treat...". For example, after he spilled on his pants this morning (meaning I had to change them, which is usually a battle), I said "as a special treat, do you want to wear your comfy tan pants today?" and he super-excitedly complied! And today at lunch, "as a special treat, do you want to have some peas for dessert?" and he excitedly wolfed down the whole bowl. And then before bed he likes to talk about how many special treats he had that day...very cute :) I almost tried to push my luck this afternoon when I wanted to cut his fingernails, but I bribed him with a piece of avocado instead of going the "special treat" route...I don't want to abuse my most effective parenting tool!
And Luke has two new tricks...he will very proudly slap my outstretched hand when I say "give me five" (something that Kyle has only recently started doing, and very stingily at that!). And he also has a new "game" where he holds out a toy to Kyle like he wants to share and then pulls it back at the last second with a huge smile and runs away (he's not quite as coordinated as he'd like to be, so this often results in him toppling over when he goes for the getaway). We call it "teasing" and it's super cute! Kyle thinks it's funny too. I've been trying to get it on video but no luck so far...I'll post it if/when I get it. And hopefully I'll get some good pictures soon too...nothing post-worthy at the moment, probably because I haven't really taken any recently!
And the holidays just make this double whammy seem that much harder. I think it's a combination of trying to find the time/energy to get everything done alone (shopping, decorating, cards, wrapping, etc) while the void in our family/house just feels 100 times magnified during this supposedly "merry" time. But the Christmas season was such a fun, magical time for me as a kid (and as an adult with Jared), and I absolutely want our kids to grow up with that same feeling. So I will do everything possible to make sure that happens and am hopeful that it feels more "merry" with each passing year. I just so miss sharing my life, especially the kids, with Jared. Christmas morning would have been so fun together this year, watching Kyle's awe when he sees that Santa came and really "getting it".
When I'm feeling especially sad/exhausted/overwhelmed, I try to look back over the last XX (21) months and recognize things that have gotten easier in my life. And there are a lot of them! So here are a few, in no particular order:
- Despite my children being pretty non-existent nappers, they have turned into GREAT night sleepers...12+ hours without a peep! So there is no excuse for me to be sleep-deprived anymore. And for the most part, I'm not.
- I am not pregnant or nursing so can eat/drink whatever I want without worrying about its affect on the baby. And I repeat, I AM NOT NURSING!!
- I am not trying to sell 2 different houses, failed last-minute closing and all, while buying land and designing/building a third house (while pregnant/working full-time, and then caring for a newborn/completely sleep-deprived, while also raising Kyle).
- I no longer have to be a germophobe, because Luke's growth/nourishment no longer requires him to suction onto anything (something that is nearly impossible to do with a stuffy nose, especially when it was nearly impossible for him to begin with!).
- We are settled in our house and I LOVE IT! There is literally nothing I would change, despite having designed every square inch of it during the absolute darkest days of my life. The house/neighborhood just feel perfect for us, and I love feeling settled with no moves on the horizon (packing/moving and all that goes along with it, which I did a couple times this last year and a half, is NOT fun).
- For the first time basically in Luke's entire life, I feel pretty good about his current growth rate and feel capable of maintaining it (albeit by still feeding him formula-enhanced baby food while distracting him to the point that he doesn't really know that he's eating). But this gives me a cushion to try more drastic measures to get him to "learn" to swallow non-pureed food.
And now for some kid updates. First Kyle. Ever since our Skype with Nonnie on Saturday, he has been VERY into coloring, which is a great new activity for him, one that he has always resisted for some reason. And the other thing that he's very into is getting "special treats". And I have learned that he will happily do just about anything if I preface it with "as a special treat...". For example, after he spilled on his pants this morning (meaning I had to change them, which is usually a battle), I said "as a special treat, do you want to wear your comfy tan pants today?" and he super-excitedly complied! And today at lunch, "as a special treat, do you want to have some peas for dessert?" and he excitedly wolfed down the whole bowl. And then before bed he likes to talk about how many special treats he had that day...very cute :) I almost tried to push my luck this afternoon when I wanted to cut his fingernails, but I bribed him with a piece of avocado instead of going the "special treat" route...I don't want to abuse my most effective parenting tool!
And Luke has two new tricks...he will very proudly slap my outstretched hand when I say "give me five" (something that Kyle has only recently started doing, and very stingily at that!). And he also has a new "game" where he holds out a toy to Kyle like he wants to share and then pulls it back at the last second with a huge smile and runs away (he's not quite as coordinated as he'd like to be, so this often results in him toppling over when he goes for the getaway). We call it "teasing" and it's super cute! Kyle thinks it's funny too. I've been trying to get it on video but no luck so far...I'll post it if/when I get it. And hopefully I'll get some good pictures soon too...nothing post-worthy at the moment, probably because I haven't really taken any recently!
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Visits with Hannah (and Julie and Marion) and Nonnie!
We've had some fun visits recently. Last weekend, we got to meet adorable little Hannah. She (or "he" as her sleep-deprived mommy referred to her a few times) is an absolute doll. And it was immediately apparent what a WONDERFUL mommy Julie has become...such a natural/nurturing pro. It was so fun to see her in this glowing new role :)
And today we had a fun visit with Nonnie. She and Kyle took a walk, and then both kids enjoyed being pushed on the swings. Such a nice day out there today...hopefully we have a few more before winter sets in!
And today we had a fun visit with Nonnie. She and Kyle took a walk, and then both kids enjoyed being pushed on the swings. Such a nice day out there today...hopefully we have a few more before winter sets in!
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Moore State Park Photo Shoot
One of my childhood friend's husband is starting a side photography business. And to get started, he was doing sessions at Moore State Park last Sunday. It was a gorgeous day and such a beautiful park! Here are some pictures from the shoot...
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Officially Walking!
So as of 11/11/11, Luke is officially walking! It's funny because right before I left for my audit yesterday, I said to my Mom "I guess you'd say he's walking, although it's not yet his default mode of getting around". Well he decided to prove me wrong because he went from taking a few steps on command to walking all over ALL the time. And he's very proud of himself, which sometimes causes him to lose his balance because he's too interested in looking around to make sure that he has an engaged/impressed audience :) Walking is such a fun milestone, because it really changes his whole presence and makes him seem like a little toddler, not a baby :) :(
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Beach Day!
The boys and I had lots of fun surprising Nonnie with an afternoon at the beach on this GORGEOUS day! I wasn't actually a surprise...I had fibbed that I was visiting a supplier near Kennebunkport, and asked Nonnie if she wanted to go for a beach walk afterward. And fortunately she did! So I stopped at her house to pick her up at the agreed upon time, and she got in the car, completely unsuspecting. And the boys were actually quiet for another 30 seconds or so before she discovered them!
Kyle liked walking down (way down, because it was low tide) to see the "huge water" (a.k.a the ocean) with Nonnie. And he had fun filling his pail with rocks and chasing the seagulls (or ducks, as he first called them). And Luke just liked everything sand! Rolling in it, rubbing it around, digging in it, eating it...you name it. He definitely didn't have that initial weirdness that some kids have with the feeling of sand...he LOVED it!! And his diaper should be interesting tomorrow because he definitely consumed a lot of it...
We had so much fun and look forward to doing it again in the spring. And I was so happy that Nonnie, a "Mainer", got to witness the kids' first ocean beach experience. And I love that it was right in Jared's beautiful old stomping grounds.
PS: I included the photo of me and the boys for a good chuckle...Kyle looking like he's about to punch me and Luke crying for about the only 30 seconds he's cried this week :)
PPS: If you notice that Luke seems to be holding a crumpled plastic cup that looks like trash, it's not. I actually brought a few of those little cups for them to dig with. But in looking through the pictures, it looks like he found a yucky old cup in the sand, so I thought I'd clarify :)
Kyle liked walking down (way down, because it was low tide) to see the "huge water" (a.k.a the ocean) with Nonnie. And he had fun filling his pail with rocks and chasing the seagulls (or ducks, as he first called them). And Luke just liked everything sand! Rolling in it, rubbing it around, digging in it, eating it...you name it. He definitely didn't have that initial weirdness that some kids have with the feeling of sand...he LOVED it!! And his diaper should be interesting tomorrow because he definitely consumed a lot of it...
We had so much fun and look forward to doing it again in the spring. And I was so happy that Nonnie, a "Mainer", got to witness the kids' first ocean beach experience. And I love that it was right in Jared's beautiful old stomping grounds.
PS: I included the photo of me and the boys for a good chuckle...Kyle looking like he's about to punch me and Luke crying for about the only 30 seconds he's cried this week :)
PPS: If you notice that Luke seems to be holding a crumpled plastic cup that looks like trash, it's not. I actually brought a few of those little cups for them to dig with. But in looking through the pictures, it looks like he found a yucky old cup in the sand, so I thought I'd clarify :)
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