Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Smile Baby Smile

Oh picture day. That beautiful time of year when your child’s image is captured for yearbooks, mouse pads and mugs.

Unless these are their pictures….

Liam. Sure his hair could have been combed or at least pushed down. {Remember when we all got little black combs to perfect our look pre-photoshoot? While there was surely the risk of a lice outbreak afterwards, our hair was flawless. Anyway, back to Liam.} Like I was saying the coif is not cute, but hey we think this might be a keeper. I mean why tempt fate to get one that’s worse than this grimace-y beauty?
But seriously, how did he get so grown up all of a sudden….


Connor. Well this is just, it’s just…. wow. I think they tried to make him pose but he was not getting it—at all. And the “duh” face is so not his jam. This kid smiles all. the. time. It makes me wonder if they even said, “say cheese?” Because this little boy is an expert.


But it’s really the class picture that seals the crazy. The hand on the hip, the tongue out, it’s too much—pretty sure there are a lot of parents laughing around town right about now and we are happy our guy gave them a chuckle or two.
Verdict: retake at the end of October, so stay tuned…

And there you have it—a snapshot into the elementary school life of the Mumford boys.
Please note: The fact that they are wearing pretty much the same shirt was not planned...

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Summer Recap

Wow, it’s pretty much October and I am still reeling from the summer… I feel bone tired, wrung out emotionally and physically drained from trying to make this the best summer ever for the boys.

After all, this marked the first time that I have ever been able to really spend time with them—like since they were born—and it was a mix of excitement and terror with a side of complete overwhelmed-ness.

Back in NYC, each summer we traded daycare and school for full-day camp. So over the last couple of months, it’s been a crash course in what makes these two kids tick. And man, they gave me quite the education…

I have learned that lack of a schedule is not freeing, it’s down-right frustrating while over-scheduling leads to crankiness and meltdowns. And if you go to the Minions movie, your three-year-old may stop speaking with words and only communicate via Minion-ese, leaving the six-year-old to translate—it’s been about several weeks now, I am anxiously awaiting the return of language to this house.

They are also hyper-drive experts, moving insanely fast when they are in destroy mode, instantly demolishing a clean house, anything edible—and oh yeah, my sanity. But they slow down considerably if there are toys that need to be picked up or peas to be eaten. So there's that...

Their excitement can be ignited by one look at each other, and the results is either magic or mayhem, there is no in-between… But their laughter is seriously the best soundtrack I have ever heard, the fierce way they protect each other is inspiring and the simple ways they show kindness and love when they think no one is watching left me feeling grateful—so grateful that I was there to see it, to see all of it, the good, the bad, the stressful and the beautiful.

So was it the best summer ever? Well, it was the toughest few months in full-time mother mode, but even with their worst behavior, there were moments that were simply breathtaking and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.