Thursday, September 18, 2014

A year gone by

It's been exactly one year since I last posted. I have wanted to break my silence many times, but haven't known quite what to, since there are now two boys , I couldn't keep on posting under the chronicles of just Xavi...

There is too much to say but for today, I just want to celebrate one beautiful little life; Nico Felipe turned TWO today. It was one of those days that's left me exhausted and the sheer energy of one little two year old (and his almost four year old brother) and by the unmerited blessing of being a mama to these two boys. 

I don't know what tomorrow will bring but for this moment, I want to memorialize my gratitude and utter brokenness for this breath of life. Mercy. Grace. Patience. Forgiveness. Love. AND two boys. 

God bless you Nico. And Xavi, potentially the world's best big brother. I love you both. 

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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Happy Birthday precious Nico

Last year, after realizing that I was definitely in labor...and that it would be my last night as a mama of one and the start of a whole new adventure, I've never been the same.  Nico has been a blessing for this family that only his quiet, happy spirit can provide...he makes me laugh, he makes me turn, his smile and laugh melts my heart and turns the day around.  I am stretched to the limit between the two boys and now that Nico is up and running (literally), I'm definitely outnumbered.  My whole day revolves around getting that middle nap coordinated so that I too can get a quick nap.

We had a party for him on Saturday complete with Elmo bounce house, Elmo piƱata, Cold Stone ice cream cake, and mediteranean cuisine.  He cruised the party like he knew it was for him.  Xavi held up pretty well considering he had no nap and the day was focused on his little brother.  As usual, the party went too fast and I had too little time to sit with my guests and/or chat.  But we celebrated his first year of life properly and with much gusto.  I made the same cake that I made for Xavi and Nico enjoyed smashing it around under his hand, eating just a little bit.  He wasn't so sure about being the center of attention while we sang Happy Birthday but I got a little smile out of him.

He got his own trucks, trains, and horses... I'm still discussing this with Xavi, but I will win this one...someday.

We got exactly one shot of the four of us together.
And one of me and my precious baby...Happy birthday little Nico Felipe.  I love you to the moon and back.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Happy Father's Day

It's been a busy few weeks preparing for a move, preparing for a trip to the midwest, reconnecting with Papa...sorting, cleaning, selling...and trying to keep life as normal as possible for two little boys.  (and their mama)  
 A little more than three years ago our lives changed when we found out we were pregnant and would become a mama and a papa.  Now they are 2.5 and 9 months old, healthy, happy, unique, and all ours. Love.
 And they love their papa.  Nico stared at him a lot when he first was home...but now, crawls right up his leg looking for that deep voice and dark eyes he's fallen in love with.  Last night I came home from some special time with Xavi knowing Nico needed to nurse...I crept into the bedroom as i didn't hear any crying.  Nico was standing up in his crib, listening intently as Mario played his guitar. Love.
 Although Xavi talked about papa, papa, papa during his deployment...when he first got off the train, he just stared and held tight to me.  That didn't last too long as soon enough they were running "fast you can papa" round and round the house, crawling through "Misty Mountain tunnel" behind the couch, wrestling, grunting, yelling, digging, and crashing their trucks into each other.  Twice he napped two hours early due to all the new exertion and I'm sure pure joy of having his papa back in his life...not just on Skype.  Love.
 Beach time.
 Work out time.
 Surf time.
 "Carry" time.  The last mile to our car...after walking the first one uphill.
 Beach and rock throwing time.
 Our boys.  Mario's sons.  My smile.  Mario's eyes.  Awesome hair.  and one AMAZING father.
(Diego too) We Love you Papa!

You too Grampa!  Love you Dad! See you soon!

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Weathering the Storm

It's been a tough week for people in lots of places and it's getting harder and harder for me to watch the news.  Every time they show kids reuniting with their parents after the terrifying ordeal, screaming for their moms, I choke up and can't talk.  Xavi looks at the tears leaking out of my eyes and he does this "pat pat pat" without really knowing what is going on with crazy ol mom.  Being a mom makes me so vulnerable...and I can't stand it.  I hate that feeling of not being in control (HA!) and I don't like feeling what may be perceived as weakness.  I am, however, learning that vulnerability does NOT make us weak but actually allows us to connect, to love, and to be wholly loved.  Ugh.  I still don't like it.  But I'll still take being a mom and being this vulnerable to any other alternative.  I pray that I'll never have to weather a storm like those families have in Oklahoma and other places around our country...and if we do, i hope I have the grace to come through as many of them have.
see story below

Some days here i feel a lot less than grace-full with a lot less stress, relatively speaking.  Oh-there is stress and some times it feels like my ears are going to start bleeding and I really want to yell "SHUT UP!" at the top of my lungs...see what I mean? NOT grace-full.  But I don't (unless you count going into the bathroom and muttering four letter words into the towels I'm "re hanging").
Alfie's had it rough too. He keeps getting stuck in the "muck" and any puddle around.

In the last four, five days now, either Xavi or Nico has had a fever, been extra needy, and/or just feels like crap.  Nico's poor gums are so swollen and it looks like they'll pop through any day.  Xavi was sick for a few days and still isn't 100%, but he's stressed with some of the upcoming changes we've been talking about and now has canker sores in his mouth.  ugh.  definitely not a EF-5 tornado but the noise in my head sure resembles one.  When things are like this I just have the hardest time engaging...all I want to do is "numb" out (watch TV, read a book, facebook again, do anything except pay attention to the crying and constant whining/needing around me).  isn't that terrible?  But when I realize what I'm doing  and re-engage, it's kind of amazing how things slow down again and everyone needs LESS not more.

It also turns out that the kids are very in tune with my energy and as I amp up, stress out, or even "control" my anxiety...they feel it and they react in kind.  Gosh.  That is a hard pill to swallow since I know that I've been nervous for our upcoming reunion with papa..which has definitely affected my whole house.  I really wanted to enjoy the last few days together with my boys, to celebrate what we've just come through, and frankly, it's just been quite miserable.  I did have a moment last night however when I went outside to put the stroller away, lock the gate.  I remembered the night 7 months ago that Mario left me in tears at the front gate.  I remembered him looking back at me with the adorable boyish look that he can have while saying "I'll be back before you know it babe.  It's going to go so fast."  I didn't believe him at the time and some days it didn't feel very fast. I missed him but at the same time, I got used to him being gone (which is scary in itself as I ponder what that all means...).  My eyes welled up with tears, feeling pride at what we've just come through and feeling anxious for what's yet to come.

The exciting homecoming and resultant changes will be a bit stressful...for everyone.  He goes from being a bachelor who has been sleeping and eating in peace to hearing the crying/screaming that currently is our life.  I go from wearing the pants, making decisions, and being the sole comforter in chief to sharing, giving up control, and sharing (for more info on my potential issues with sharing, read past blogs about "Xavi's issue" with sharing or see above my need for control).  Xavi needs to see where he is fits in with papa around to share mom and Nico is wondering who in the world this handsome guy is. I know this is not unique to our family.  Every military family goes through this after a deployment.  There are pamphlets, support sessions, and get away weekends to help families work through it all.  I am thankful for that support but in the end, no one can get in there, get dirty, and weather this storm for us.  A friend of mine shared a song he wrote and in it he sings
                      "I want to hold your hand...and through this storm our love will stand...
                       The roof might not make it through the night...but I know our love will be alright.
                        I am ready...I am willing."

Thanks for your prayers and love.  I hope we don't lose the roof but more importantly, I hope this storm will pass in its due time and with mercy.

*My Xavi is so he is re-enacting a Thomas and friends story where a couple of naughty trucks crash into the special lightening tree.  Thomas and his friends work hard to save the lightening tree by holding it up until they can prop it up with proper support.  Here they are holding up the "lightening tree"and working together.  I've come across these trucks in similar postures at the base of other structures as well...I smile seeing it since I know what he is doing and I love it!  When he "crashes into the buffers" and the buffers are his brother...I don't love that as much.  oh well...I guess I'll take it as long as I can catch little Nico in time.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Walking on Sunshine...Nico's growing up

Nico is 8 months old today and it hardly seems possible that so much time has gone by.  He is preparing to walk (gulp), throwing balls, pulling up on everything, following brother around, and in general being a busy boy.  

He charges around our tiny cottage going from toy to toy, but especially into Xavi's room to "play" with his trains and train table whenever brother is not looking.  Today I picked him up three times and carried him out to keep him safe...Xavi is, to say the least, very defensive of his trains.  But he was determined to get in there and wreak havoc on the's just the right height I guess.  
Xavi's treasured Garbage truck..

Our neighbor's awesome laid back Zeus...didn't even flinch

heehee...I know I'm not supposed to be here

Watching from a safe distance with mom by my side

The last few days he's been clapping and then smiling, so proud of himself.  It must be that he learned how to clap by hearing me clap the sports cheer "let's go" as loud as I could whenever both of them were crying and I didn't know what else to do?  It's adorable.  
He loves swimming class on Tuesdays and kicks and splashes for the entire 30 minutes.  It's the about the only time that I have alone with Nico so I treasure the few minutes of uninterrupted quality time. 

In our little pool, getting "baptized" by Elodie and Xavi

Poor baby does cringe when Xavi comes around and sometimes he drops the toy he has in his hands.  I can tell he's learned his lesson after getting shoved a few times, or having things swiped out of his hands, or just having his brother's yelling mouth in his face.  I feel so bad but I really don't know what else to do.  It happens so fast and I am usually sitting right there.  Now I'm hyper vigilant (exhausting)trying to anticipate a shove before it comes and never leaving them alone anywhere.  Someday though...he'll be big enough to "fight" back.  Yikes.  
In my defense, he wasn't on his head when i first started to take the photo...

 I don't have the words to explain what it does to my heart when he turns to me, beams with his perfect little face, eyes lighting up at the sight of me.  Just thinking about it warms my whole body and makes me feel like all is right in the world.  

And when he wants mama...he doesn't sit and cry for me to pick him up.  He finds me, crawls right up to me and up my leg.  And I squeeze him to my heart...he is my little sunshine.
Save some for the bunnies 

He loves his little perch...on mama's (ahem) chest

I can't resist this face...mama's sunshine