Hi all,
March was blissfully uneventful for us. There was snow, there was hanging out with
friends, there was getting settled into our new place. It was a pretty good month over all. The afternoons were spent playing trains in
front of a crackling fire. The evenings
were spent with an array of new friends.
Our new place is turning out to be a pretty good fit for us. We got invited over for dinner to our
neighbor’s house and had a great time.
There were friends from the UK, Indonesia Serbia, Greece, a couple who
lived several years in China, and then there was boring old us. I love this place. And so do the kids. Rin got a “best friend” necklace and
attempted to have a sleepover at his friend’s house. We got a 10pm knock on the door saying that
he was complaining that he was sick but it was a good first attempt I
think. We’ll try again in a few
months.
It was one of those nights when I was just ready to be
done. I was hungry, tired, and just
wanted to be left alone. I said
goodnight to Rin and gave him a kiss and left him and Peter to read and I went
off to read to Bek. As I was reading, I
heard Peter finish up with Rin and head downstairs and a few seconds later
there was Rinat at Bek’s door. Before he
could utter a word I shooed him out with an exasperated wave of my hand-
figuring he was going to ask for a glass of water, or if he could wear shorts
tomorrow, or another of the myriad of things he does to bug the crap out of me
while I am trying to give Bek some undivided attention. I felt sort of bad about it afterwards so
after I finished up with Bek I went to see what he wanted and in this sad
little voice he said, “I didn’t get a kiss from Bek, Mama. I need to tell him I love him. My whole family has to get kisses. Will you have him blow me kisses?” So from he hallway I told Bek to say
goodnight to Rin and from the right I heard “Nitenite RahRah!” and from the left “Goodnight Bekkers!” Right “Luh you, RahRah!” Left “I love you too Little Bekkers!” I was literally surrounded by love on both
sides. What more could a mother
want?
Easter was pretty subdued this year but we got to go to our
first real neighborhood event. Every
Easter, they have an egg hunt at the park around the corner and it was so much
fun. We got to spend time with our new friends
and meet a bunch more people while we were at it. It was super cute because they let the little
ones go first before the big kids found all the eggs. But our little Bek couldn’t understand why
Rin wasn’t going with him and so he waited until the big kids got the OK and
went with him where Rin found some for himself and was sure to point out some
for his little bro. What a sweet
kid.
Gone are the mornings when the boys piled into bed with us when
they woke up. Now, it’s them up way
before dawn creeping downstairs. It
makes me a little sad that I don’t get many morning snuggles anymore. But I wake up to the sounds of boys
playing. I can hear the crunch of the
Legos and the whirr of a Beyblade but best of all is the conversations I hear
between them. The sharing and the
teaching and the love that they have for each other is wonderful and it might
not be as snuggly as two little boys in my bed but it fills my heart just as
much. It lets me know that even after I
am no longer here that they will carry on as brothers. They are not perfect every morning and there
are times we have to haul ourselves out of bed to intervene on an argument but
more often than not I know they are happy to be brothers and happy to get to
spend that quiet pre-parent time with each other. I don’t even really care if they are sneaking
things they aren’t supposed to because they are in it together.
We don’t get all that many firsts in our kids’ lives
anymore- especially Rin’s- so I’ll leave you with some rare firsts. Rin’s first bubble gum bubble. He tried and tried and tried all day long and
he finally blew a bubble and I caught it on camera. He was so proud. I love this boy's tenacity. He just never ever EVER gives up. He is living up to his Tatar roots. And Bek is such a big boy now that he is sleeping in a big boy bed. He was super excited about it. I was not because it means he's growing up but I faked it pretty well I think. I love these kids. They are the reason we do all the things we do. It's all for you, boys.
Love to all, -m
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