Tuesday, June 25, 2013

GBP Turns Three

I've already cried once today.  I have no idea if I will get out of this without tears.

For my second child's birth I created a playlist titled "Deuce Day".  Deuce was the baby's nickname while in womb, since we didn't know the gender.  One of the songs on the playlist is Michael Buble's "Haven't Met You Yet".  That's the song that got me today.

This part in particular, "And I know that we can be so amazing, and, baby, your love is gonna change me, and now I can see every possibility.  And somehow I know that it'll turn out, you'll make me work so we can work to work it out.  And I promise you, kid, I give so much more than I get.  I just haven't met you yet."

I was OBSESSED with that song when I was pregnant with Gabe.  I just didn't know how much it was telling me about our relationship.  That boy has changed me.  He's made me work, I tell you what!  And I have given him so much.  This year has been something else, but you know what? I wouldn't change it for anything.  I now know just how strong my love is for that boy.

I would do anything for him.  He's my mush.  My soft spot.  My weakness.  The hardest part of everything that's happened is having to be so concrete with him.  I always want to give in, kiss him, hug him, let him get away with stuff just so he is happy.  I adore him.  It's probably borderline psychotic.  But I am ok with that.

Gabriel, I love you.  The fact you are three is blowing my mind.  I really cannot wrap my head around it.  I will always see you as that wee little baby.

Boy, you were big in my belly!


How could I not instantly fall in love with you?!


 I was actually yelled at for letting you sleep so close to me.  Oh well!  We do this every night before you go to bed!


Sucker for you...you didn't want to ride, only wanted to be held.  I love the look you are giving your dad.


 Luckily, I am not the only one.  You suckered Becky in to holding you a little longer!


 Here you are saying, "She is mine."  I sent this photo to your dad at work.


 You were constantly on me for a good 4-6 months.

My boy, my middle child, you are wonderful.  Your smile is so big and so awesome.  Your cheeks are kissable, your big boy frame huggable.  Compassionate, funny, goofy, caring, smart, cute, loving are adjectives often used to describe you.  Everyone that meets you, loves you. Especially the ladies!! I am always amazed at how women just gush over you.  I always hear, "He's so handsome!"  And you eat it up every time.  Blondes, especially, you love blondes.

I don't know what I would do without you in my life.  You bring me great joy.  I really hope that I am raising you to be a great man.  Because I know that some lady is going to be really lucky to get you.  Sort of like your dad.  You remind me so much of him.  Which is probably why I love you oh so much, you are a Mini Marcy Mushface.  

This year you have grown so much.  Started sleeping in a big boy bed, went to school, took little adventures with Mom and Pop, and Lor.  You are talking up a storm, running, kicking a soccer ball, learning a lot, you are polite, kind, and cute.  I think at this point I am repeating a lot of stuff, but it's because you really are all those things.  You are a little lump o'love.

Happy 3rd Birthday, Gabriel Benjamin!!!! I love you with every fiber of my being.

I am including some pics that I love from the past year.  SO HANDSOME!


Our Valentine's Day date, you ate a lot of bacon!




 Someone got in to the markers!


 THE LOVE!






 Our first trip to the beach with Grammy and Grandpop!


 GAH! This picture gets me.  First day of school.


Life is draining sometimes.  Only bananas and Goldfish can help.


You and Grandpop at the Thanksgiving Parade.


 You and Pop Pop with your matching shirts!




My boys!


 This is just to show you how much you look like your dad.  It's a bit crazy.


Monday, June 24, 2013

AWESOME

Awesome is the one word I would use to describe this weekend!  Gabe's birthday party, my 33rd birthday, beautiful weather, friends and family, can it get better?!

My heart is overflowing with love.  You know, the ooey gooey, sappy, kind of love.

It all started when my brother and his wife came down Friday night to hang out with the kids and us.  I didn't know then just how much help they'd be to us.  You see, on Saturday morning guys cutting trees in our neighbor's yard dropped a tree on the power line, knocked out our electricity. To say I was annoyed would be putting it mildly.  But apparently very-soon-to-be 33 year old Emily is much calmer than her younger self.  I managed to only boil on the inside and not the outside. This is where Scott and Gretchen came in to play.  They could sense I was bubbling so they did a great job of watching the girls (Gabe went to the zoo with his Aunt/Godmother Lor) and helped clean up the place.  They even went to FedEx Office and Kroger with me for last minute preparations.  I am pretty sure I would have had a full-on meltdown if there weren't there.  I also called my mother-in-law for some reassuring everything would be ok.  When she said, "OH MY GOD" I did get a bit worried.

In the end, the power came back on in time to finish up last minute details and even shower and get ready.

 The AEP guys that fixed our power situation!


 Gabe riding the train at the zoo with Lor!

Everyone started showing up, we were all clean and dressed, with power going!  Inside I was high fiving and patting myself on the back for staying so positive!   Seriously, it's a big deal when I don't flip out.  It was a bit warm outside but the kids still got to play and run, have some fun.  For me a good party is all based on how good the food is, our food was GOOD!  

 Here is my mom with her grandkids (minus Jack and soon-to-be born baby Brace).  CRAZY that my mom had five kids; seeing this makes me anxious.  Not sure how she did it.

 MommaKoz and Harpie Ri.  She will be the baby of the entire family for only one more month! (My brother and his wife are having a baby, NOT me!)

 I usually help the kids open presents, but I made Marc do it this time.

 Proof that Michael was present.

 Someone settle this crowd down.  They are OUT OF CONTROL!!!!!!

 DRAGON!

 For some reason Carter makes everything a hat: baskets, underwear, gift bags!

 The kids love Uncle Mike because he's a big kid himself (in the best possible way!).  Here he is blowing air at Harp's head.

 Scott and Gretchen's presents were a huge hit with Gabe, PUZZLES!

 Awesome dino shirt from the Richmond Kozuchs. 

 Here I am holding back tears.  When Gabe saw his cake and realized it was "grandpa's house" from Disney's "Up" he got the biggest smile on his face.  And he even let us sing him the birthday song; which he usually doesn't let happen.  The boy has come a long way in a year!!

Can you see his big cheek popping out?  That's how big he is smiling. 




It was such a great party and I am so thankful for everyone that came.  I know we have a lot of kids which means a lot of parties, so I am always grateful when people make the trip to our house.  It's great spending time with people you truly love. 

Here's his cake.  I may not be an expert, but I can hold my own...for now! 


Sunday was MY birthday.  The big 33!  In high school 33 was my volleyball number, so I've been looking forward to this one.  Marc even used red and blue icing to mimic my high school colors! He's the best.

The one thing I ALWAYS ask for is to sleep in! So Marc took the kids to Walmart and then his parents' house.  That way I can truly sleep in without feeling the need to get out and help with the kids.

Marc P is the fun parent that lines them up to race! 

I ended up meeting the Team at Marc's parents'.  Carter wanted to take a picture with me on my birthday.  I heart that girl big time. 

I got to drive, alone, down the Blue Ridge Parkway, in the Jeep, listening to DMB.  AWESOME!  I then walked around a store, at my own pace!!! 

Bought myself new sunglasses.  Think I look ok for being 33!  (Yes, this a brag, thank you very much for any and all compliments.) 

 My Gabo loving his grandpa cane (present from Pop Pop, Marc's dad) and his sword and dino recliner chair from  Grammy and Grandpop.

All my birds and me!!!  I managed to cry only a handful of times during the day.  They just make me so dang emotional!

Crazy to think that 10 years ago I was 23 and about to move in to my very own house that I bought with my very own money.  All I had was a dog and a new full-time job.  Five years ago I was 28 and about to marry the love of my life.  Here I am married, three kids, a wonderful job and house, great family and awesome friends.  Lucky lucky lucky!

The songs lyrics that made me cry on my birthday, all from DMB's album "Away From the World":

Mercy
"I got to say that love is not a whisper or a weakness, no, love is strong."

Pretty much all of Drunken Soldier but in particular:
"Keep your head up and try to listen to your heart, be kind always no matter.  We all grow up, someday we'll say goodbye, so shine your light while you got one."

Belly Full:
"Under the sun or pouring rain, all of the sky for you, my love."

Sweet:
"Try to swim, keep your head up.  Kick your legs, never give up, boy.  And if I could I'd turn it around. Let me out, I wanna get out now."

and

"I'm too old to wanna be younger now."

In a nut shell, awesome weekend! Tune in tomorrow when I try to capture my love and adoration for my son on his birthday.

Monday, June 17, 2013

That CJP of Mine

Quick post...this is simply for me to remember because it's so cute!

This past weekend we went to a 1st birthday party (the daughter of dear friends).  Marc P and I decided we would stay over, one night, in a hotel so we didn't have to drive a total of six hours in one day.

Surprisingly it went very well.  MUCH better than I expected.  I will say, though, by the end of the drive on Sunday we were all ready to get out.

Especially CJ.  After we got home, she asked to lay in our bed and watch tv.  I said ok.

Well she was in there for HOURS!  Watching tv, trying on my shoes, playing, entertaining herself.  The girl obviously wanted to be alone.  I don't blame her!  I am proud of her.  She had a need and knew how to get it met.  Hours in a car with her family, stuck in a hotel room, she had enough togetherness.

If she isn't ME!!

Anyhoo, it made Marc and I laugh pretty hard.  I love that my kids have such distinct personalities with very specific needs. They are the best!

And I am happy that we survived a quick trip.  Last week was rough, but the weekend definitely made up for it.

Hopefully all the poppas had a great Father's Day.  I will go ahead and say that Marc most certainly did.  But you might have to ask him.

Did you have a good weekend? Any fun stories?

Thursday, June 6, 2013

The Long and Winding Road

This August Marc P and I will be celebrating five blissful years of marriage.

It's a pretty good number to reflect back on the wild ride that has occurred since our wedding day.  We've had some major stuff go down in that time.  Nothing SUPER DUPER TERRIBLY awful, but some stressful stuff that has put a strain on our relationship.

But what I've learned is that our vows really did and DO mean something.  We are partners, we take on the world together, the "team" portion of this blog's title was chosen for a reason.  Side note: I have team huddles with the kids when I have serious talks with them. This week I taught them to put their hands in and yell "team". Good times.

Anyhoo, today I've been thinking a lot about just how much Marc helps me and supports me.  Just the other day he vacuumed for me because we were expecting company.  He does dishes (who cares if it's at 6 am sometimes), he does laundry (who cares if he's washed a few diapers and bleached a favorite shirt of mine), and he is an amazing father (even if sometimes he manages to throw stuff right at their heads).   Yes, those all seem like back handed compliments, but they are supposed to be funny.  They are supposed to show that marriage requires a lot of humor.  If you cannot belly laugh, hurt your stomach and cheeks kind of laugh with your partner, you're in the wrong relationship.

Marc is THE funniest person I know.  I am laughing as I type thinking about the funny shit he says and does.  The guy just makes me happy. Deep, down in my soul, happy.

And he changed me.

I was that typical, cynical, bitter, single, twenty-something.  I hated going to weddings because I was usually dateless, family events were kind of sad because everyone else had someone and I didn't.  I was pretty much the turd in the punchbowl.  If there is one regret in life, it was not enjoying those times more.  Who cares if you are single?!  Just means you get to do whatever the hell you want, when you want.  No one to worry about but yourself.  I shouldn't have been so bitter.  I apologize to everyone that felt her wrath.

But the year I met Marc I decided that being single was actually kind of awesome.  I had my own house, my loyal dog, I had an awesome job, could pay the bills, and have fun.  I hung out with friends, went out to bars, went to concerts, shoot, I even went to Bonnaroo! Why was I SO worried about being alone???  I finally decided being single and happy was way better than being in a poop relationship.

That mind switch, brought me everything I ever wanted.

Marc entered the picture at the perfect time.  I was a content human being.  I was confident, strong, and open to love...even though I didn't know it at the time.  And I know that Marc would not have been attracted to the bitter Emily.  He was attracted the happy individual he met at a bar one night.

And from there he has only made me better.  He has taught me how to be patient (as patient as I can possibly be), he has taught me how to be optimistic (well to not be so pessimistic), he has taught me unconditional love, how to be fair and neutral, not jump to conclusions, give everyone a fair shot, and how to be a little bit more Democratic. *wink*

To sum it all up, he rocks.  I am so thankful for that man.  I am especially thankful for his parents.  They did an amazing job raising him.  I pray I do as good a job with my son; because Mr. Gabe has a lot to live up to.

MJP, I love you.  You silly bastard.  Hopefully we can go to RC Gatsby's place one day.