Justin Bieber

More of Trevor's 2 year old photos to come!
As soon as Renee took this one she said "it's his Bieber pose"!
Someone call us an agent!

Aunts!

Trevor has the best Aunts! We loved having Cori visit for Spring Break and she didn't even mind that her party cupcakes were Elmo...Trevor HAD to have them....even thought he won't eat them.
Click HERE for our Cori St. Patty's Day, Baby fest!

Opening Day

I don't think Trevor is quite ready for Opening Day yet...or, maybe I am not quite ready for the production involved in getting 2 year old to and from a Rangers Game!!  But, maybe...just maybe we will go to a Red Sox game :)  I do have memories of baseball from when I was very little.  Cubs games with Noni & Papa, watching Les play baseball, watching my Papa keep score at the games, watching every Cubs game on TV and pulling tickets to see who won some money off the score, watching every beer keg softball tournament my Dad organized and being in Little League baseball (it was too small of a town to have separate teams for girls).  I was a terrible baseball player, I might be a guy's girl but I am not a tomboy.  My Dad's softball leagues were always very social but he was also fiercely competitive and the game mattered to him.

As I look back on my relationships I am reminded of the movie Runaway Bride.  Do I always eat my eggs the way my current partner eats his eggs (or in Darren's case, not at all)?  I guess it is somewhat true.  Adaptability is one of my strengths.  Why is it that as a woman if you adapt yourself in your relationship that it is a weakness?  I need to figure that one out.  But, I haven't been on a mountain bike since I lived with Gordon.  I wore Tom's Boston Celtics t-shirts in High School and I don't even like basketball.  I had a brief moment of thinking that maybe my love of baseball had something to do with Darren's love of baseball.  But, it's not that simple.  I really do love baseball.  I did learn and master keeping score at the games while dating Darren.  It was partly survival.  Getting to the park early to watch batting practice and never leaving, regardless of the score can take some effort for someone as "butterfly" as me.  Keeping score makes EVERY at bat interesting, regardless of the score.  It uses my strategic side and although my creative side is structured and neat it is the perfect kind of creativity for keeping score.  Did you know that there is no ONE way to keep score, unless you are an official scorekeeper??  Just enough creative license to make it your own.  I have my own score book that I take with me to games.  If you really want to start keeping score the ones in the program are very limited and if you have your own book you have all your games in one place.  I once saw a leather bound score book that held every single game that a man had been to up for auction...I would totally buy that!!!

I am really looking forward to teaching Trevor how to keep score.  Maybe he will want a book like the one I saw up for auction?  Or, he will think his Mom is a total dork and love ballet.  Either way, I will love him and love whatever he loves...Runaway Bride, meet Runaway Mom!

Groupon

I think I need to set aside a sub line item in my "entertainment" fund for Groupons.  I have already bought 2 today :)
Tart Bakery- Dallas

How's about some Trevor quotes...

3:25 am- "I want water, mama's bed, I want water, mama's bed" And, so it begins!  Until now it had been an infrequent enough occurrence and usually when he is sick for him to wake up in the night and end up in my bed.  I should have known there would be trouble when he popped up with a crazy smile one morning and said "I wake up in mama's bed" like he had just won the lottery!  His Dad had told me that he had ended up in his bed this weekend so I pulled out the steely resolve this morning and went and got a water before entering his room.  I gave him the water and said, "Trevor, you can have some water and I will rock you a little but then you are sleeping in Trevor's bed"  It totally worked, so I must stick with it. 

Nanny Mom

Becoming a Mom was only one of the many blessings that came with Trevor.  Early in Lauren's career of being a live in Nanny for Trevor, we all sat and watched The Nanny Diaries together.  Laura Linney made me laugh the way that she always just called Scarlet "Nanny".  I quickly adopted the same attitude with a "wink" with Lauren and then she just became "Nanny" to all of us.  I am not certain if Trevor even knows that she has another name!
I became Nanny Mom when Lauren moved out because she never really stopped being Nanny to Trevor even though she had started her real job and I couldn't help myself...I had to mother her too!  Now, I am a Nanny Mom for Lauren and for Luke.  I still can't believe I got to be there for every second of Luke's birth.  Blessed, Blessed, Blessed!

Click HERE for pictures of Luke's debut.

Winter in Dallas

You don't really think about inches of snow when you think about living in the South.  But we did get our fair share of winter weather this year.  Not nearly what other folks around the country endured but 4 days of University Closure do to weather and unsafe driving conditions was unprecedented.  Trevor did not like the snow.  He would just look up at me and say "I carry you, I carry you" which means pick me up.  Cabin Fever would have set in but we decided to brave the roads for the short drive to the mall on the 3rd day.

The play place at the Galleria mall is nuts...but Trevor loves falling in and out of the snake.

And, on the 5th day....we went to Lowes.  Elmo is a very crazy driver!

If it took this long....

It has been 38 years and I have finally accepted that I will live with anything as long as it meant someone wouldn't leave me.  Hmmm, this could have been really useful information a decade ago!  So, next question...why did I leave the one guy who wouldn't have left me?  Right...no self esteem and feeling of not being good enough....so just blow it all up and run so that you don't have to worry about HIM leaving you, too.  Hot mess people, hot mess!

Royal Wedding

It is a bit strange that one of my fondest memories was waking up at 3:00AM and moving to the couch at My Uncle Lawrence & Aunt Neva's house to watch the Royal Wedding.  Yes, those are old names, they were my Dad's Aunt and Uncle.  I spent most of my summers in Western New York, near Niagara Falls with my Dad's parents.  My Grandma would buy me a plane ticket I would spend 2 months going between the old farm house, the cottage on the lake in Canada and every single fun thing to do in the area (Marine Land, Darien Lake).  My Grandma is why I am so spoiled!  I had a chaotic childhood but my summers were consistent and predictable.  Most of my young memories happened in the summer.

I started spending a week of my time with my Aunt and Uncle.  It was different at their house, old and musty, hot tea with sugar cubes, a whole jar of pickles just for me, strawberry festivals, orchards in the back yard, BBQ's and walking out the the street each afternoon to get the mail.  I do remember times where I was "bored", but not much.  I would sit in the ironing room where there was a little TV with an antenna and it always seemed to be the time of year when the Tour de France was on TV.  There were different sets of daily china that I could choose from.  Doing the dishes in the evening was an event and their bathroom smelled like soap. 

They had a tragic loss of their 13 year old daughter, Bonnie Jean, who had been hit by a drunk driver while riding home on her bicycle.  There was one beautiful picture of her in their house, all the others had been put away long before I was born.  The only other picture in the living room was of me.  They paid for me to get portraits done one summer.  I had to sleep in pink, foam hair rollers to curl my hair.  

I slept in her room.  The sheets were crisp and ironed and the pillows were really fluffy.  My grandma told me that her room stayed untouched, the way she left it for a long time.  I would lay in bed and wonder what it looked like when she lived there.  

I still eat dinner on a set of their dishes.  I clean my stove every time I cook on it.  I smile whenever I see a sugar cube.  And, now...I am really looking forward to the royal wedding, so don't call me a dork...it's sentimental!

Just WonderMom and Trevor...

Letting the rest go....  If I don't have anything nice to say....it's not post worthy.  Trevor time tonight, that is worth posting about :)  Kind of lost my way for a few days, not hard to do...slowly...it will get better every day.