Monday, May 31, 2010

Happy Memorial Day!!!

... they think it's fun to dress my boy in tutu's {but so do I}

Our boys being boys...

Food Nazi Chef Dawn... who made an AMAZING wedge salad (courtesy of Morton's!)

Up close!!!

The Pardeep O'Malley Chirish Tea
(we're trademarking this, by the way... it's going to catch on, just watch)

Such big kids...

One of the best parts about the Harrigan back yard

Yeah... the quad moved about an inch then died. LOL

Good times with good friends... We're pretty lucky.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Today was a good day...

Today was very well planned... and it was amazing.

Deacon is having a Lego birthday party next week- and I've been all over Craigslist looking for cheap Legos.  Last night around 9 I found a garage sale in El Dorado Hills that said they would have Legos.  No other garage sale listed Legos in their ad, so I decided we would go to this garage sale... despite the fact that EDH is a 45 minute drive for us.  So my mom, Deacon and I woke up at 5:30 and we were out the door by 6:20.  At 7:05 we pulled into the driveway, and I immediately saw a couple Lego sets... I grabbed them and asked the lady if she had anymore.  She said she did, so she and my mom started walking toward the garage... as this is happening an older lady approaches me and says in a nasty tone, "do you intend on buying ALL of those Legos?" (as if I had 20 Lego sets in my hand!)  I said I was... and she wasn't thrilled. Anyway... the woman who was having the garage sale told me that her son intended on selling more Legos, but he was still sleeping... but if we came back in an hour she would show us the rest.  Well, of course we're willing to wait (they were Star Wars!!!)- and of course the older woman jumps in and gets nasty with the garage sale lady... and when we came back an hour later, we were told that the lady stayed around until 7:50 waiting for the rest of the Legos to be put out... they finally left and said they would be back at 8:30- which was too late!!!  Anyway... that's probably more information than you all needed, but I was SO thrilled that we showed up to this garage sale at just the right time...

So, we ended up spending $41 at this garage sale... for over $100 worth of Legos.  Sure, some are missing pieces... but oh well- Deacon was THRILLED.

We ended up getting home around 9:15 and Deacon and Damien disappeared for the rest of the morning (putting the Legos to good use).

While my two oldest boys played Legos, my mom and Zac got some quality time... which was very well appreciated so I could get stuff done around the house.

During Zac's naptime Deacon and Damien got to go see Shrek 4... and then after the movies we took Deacon to the Lego store at the mall to pick out his gift from Grammy & Grumpy.  And you would have thought we were racing to get to the store... as if they were selling out of all the Legos at any minute.  We stepped out of the car in the mall parking lot and Deacon started running toward the mall... we had a hard time keeping up with him.  He LOOOOOOVED picking out his Lego set and thought it was so cool to get such a big and new box of Legos.  Bliss.

And after a day of playing hard and being well accomplished, what's better than chocolate milk, Skippy John Jones and Grandma by your side???

The many faces of Zac

{and we learned, tonight, that Zac likes olives on his pizza...}

Furniture being put to good use...

His bucket...

I don't know if I ever posted a story about Zac's glorified bucket... but I think I may have.  Anyway... we bought this "tummy tub" for Zac... and he HATED it.  Seriously HATED it.  And I can't say I blamed him... he slipped around in it and it was just weird.

Anyway... this tub came highly recommended from the Today Show (which I love, by the way) so I figured I couldn't go wrong.  Umm... yeah, stupid tummy tub bucket.  Well, tonight I decided I would try putting Zac in his bucket one more time... and wouldn't you know- he liked it.  HAHAHA!!!

Friday, May 28, 2010

5... it's kind of a big deal

My mom and I decided about a month ago that we would give Deacon the ultimate surprise for his birthday... we booked her a plane ticket and kept it a secret.  She flew in yesterday (the day before his bday) and stayed hidden all evening.  This morning when we went into his room to sing happy birthday (like we've done every single year since he was one), my mom came in with us... and Deacon was so shocked.  I thought he was going to cry.  It was so sweet.  (I got it on video... will post soon)

Deacon's big request for the day was that he wanted to go to the "pancake store" (aka Ihop) for breakfast and eat spaghetti for dinner... easy enough!  So we started our day out right... with pancakes covered in all different kinds of syrup.  And best part about the trip?  The waitress learned it was his birthday- so she came out with an ice cream sundae and sang to him!!!  It was so sweet.  

After school Deacon got to open his other gifts... he scored- and had a really really hard time choosing what to play with first.  When we ate dinner I wouldn't let him keep his presents on the table with us... which bummed him out for a few minutes.  We had our traditional "Deacon" birthday dinner... the Coniglio family spaghetti sauce and then Great Grandma Gerold's caramel iced chocolate cake.  It was a perfect evening. 

Now our little 5 year old is sound asleep... after much convincing that he was actually pretty tired.  We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow- he's taking his spending money (thanks to Grammy & Grumpy) to the Lego store to buy a "BIG" Lego set.  I think he's more excited about this than he was about Christmas.  

Happy Birthday Deacon!!!

Four years ago when we moved to California I said we would move back to Ohio by the time Deacon was going to Kindergarden.  It seemed like a lifetime away.  I was so confident in promising this because having a 5 year old seemed so far off.  But here we are... we have our 5-year old, who will be going to kindergarden in 3 short months.  I say it every year... but where does the time go???  It feels like yesterday I was laying on my kitchen floor (yes, I said my kitchen floor) in Columbus, 40 weeks pregnant, BEGGING Deacon to come out soon... I was hot, miserable, and more than anything, wanted to meet my baby boy.  Being pregnant for 41 weeks seemed to last an eternity... that I would never get to meet this baby.  I remember thinking the days were dragging by... And now, here we are.  I remember staring at this beautiful baby in the hospital on this night 5 years ago... and I had no words.  No words could express how I felt for him.  I didn't cry... and I really didn't say much.  He took my breath away.

I think Deacon is one of the most amazing people I know... he teaches me a lot about patience, love and understanding.  Being a mom isn't as easy as I thought it was going to be... and along the way there has been a huge learning curve for me.  And Deacon is always patient with me while I figure this stuff out.  He's your typical boy-- and definitely has has his moments... which is always when I loose my patience. And it's ok for him to act this way... he's a kid.  But I should be the one staying calm for him... I'm his mom.  But inevitably I loose my cool... and inevitably I feel horrible about it, even hours later, when he's sound asleep... and it's these times I learn the most valuable life lessons.  I've been known to go into his room and wake him up in the middle of the night, just so I can apologize, again, for loosing my patience... and in his groggy state of mine he puts his arms around me, pats me on the head (my favorite part) and tells me "it's ok."  Forgiveness... with no strings attached.

This year for his birthday all he asked for were Legos... which gives you a glimpse of what he loves doing nowadays.  He's getting so good at being creative and making his own designs without the help of Damien... though on a typical weekend you can find the two of them playing in Deacon's room building spaceships, cars, etc... these two are good for each other.  Deacon has always been a mama's boy... and I think Damien has always had a touch of jealousy about that.  But now the two of them bond over Legos... and it's so fun to watch.

It still hasn't fully hit me yet that we're sending our baby to kindergarden in 3 months... I'm not sure when it will hit us.  I don't even know if it's hit me, yet, that he's really 5.  But I'll tell you what- he's sure excited to be 5.  It's a pretty neat number, to him... and I'm so proud to watch him embrace life like this.

So happy birthday, Deacon James... I love you more than anything baby boy.

Day 6

1 year old

2 years old

3 years old

4 years old

5 years old

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

10 on Tuesday - Deacon edition!

(since his birthday is this week... thought I would do a Deacon edition of 10 on Tuesday)

1. Deacon's name was originally Arthur James -- and we planned on calling him A.J.  We were "sure" this was going to be his name.  Around the 30 week mark I finally came to grips with my feelings... the baby in my tummy didn't "feel" like an AJ.  I felt horrible because the name Arthur James meant the world to me... I love that name- it just didn't fit.  So Damien and I went on the name searching journey again... the name Deacon came to us and we fell in love- but we went to the hospital with two names... Deacon & Liam.

2. Deacon is 100% a "mama's boy"- but his first word was "dada"... and it took him almost an entire YEAR to say "mommy."  For the first year of his life he called me "daddy" and "dada"- and in the middle of the night Deacon would cry "DADA!!!" so I would make Damien go in (since he was saying "daddy!")-- and oh my gosh, that would make Deacon SOOOOOO angry... he would start screaming even harder.  I was the only one who could calm him down.

3. Deacon didn't sleep through the night until he was 3 1/2 years old.

4. At the age of 2 1/2 Deacon came home from school and proclaimed that his favorite shape was a pentagon.  LOL

5. Deacon is one of the pickiest eaters I know... more so than me.  And he's always been that way.  I absolutely HATE when people say things like, "well, if he were my child he wouldn't be picky"- or when they say I should just "make him" eat what we eat.  As if it's that easy.  It's not just that he's picky, I think it's a texture thing with him too... if we can convince him to try something he thinks he doesn't like he will gag so bad he'll throw up.  His pickiness used to bother me... but I've come to grips with it.  I think it bothers other people more than it bothers me- which is so weird to me, LOL.

6. Deacon shares my taste in music... we both enjoy kid music like Laurie Berkner and The Wiggles... but what we LOVE is hip hop and pop music.  If you give him the choice Deacon will choose a hip hop song over a kids song any day.  And he won't go for the kid versions of the songs I love... he wants the real deal.  This is proving a challenge now that he actually can "get" the lyrics... so we have a lot of conversations about "not nice" words and such.  I am, however, really lucky that he convinces himself of what the "real" lyrics are... and there is no way I'm telling him he's wrong.  For example... the song "sexy chick"-- he think they're saying "sixteen chicks."  HA!

7. Deacon really has us spoiled when it comes to potty training... he was so easy to potty train.  I have friends who struggled endlessly with potty training... and it just came easily to Deacon.  Now, I'm not naive enough to believe it had much anything to do with me... so I'm simply terrified to potty train Zac- because I have a feeling my fiery red head is going to show me what potty training is really supposed to be like.

8. Deacon has an amazing memory... which is quite unfortunate sometimes.  For example... when he was two, Damien and I thought it was a good idea for him to go down a water slide-- we had assumed he could go down with Damien- but when they got to the top the lifeguard said Deacon had to go down on his own.  So I waited at the bottom of the slide... and watched as Deacon went down the slide- and he fell backwards and hit his head and then crashed into me.  Parents around us gasped- which made me feel like the worlds worst mother.  He was so upset... and I was more traumatized than him.  To this day, I STILL feel like shit about this... and to this day, Deacon STILL talks about the scary slide.  I will never live it down.

9. Deacon has lived in 4 different homes... 3 different cities... 2 states.

10. I cannot handle how much I love Deacon... how connected I feel to him.  He makes me a better person... he loves unconditionally... and he loves life.  His genuine smile when he's his happiest brings me to tears... it makes my heart skip a beat when I close my eyes and think of the moments when he has been his happiest.  He is always "on"- which is so not like me... and I have these moments of intense guilt that I don't have his energy... but he is so forgiving of me as I learn how to be a better mom to him.  He's a great little boy...   

It's birthday WEEK!

Thanks to my in-laws for getting into the spirit of birthday week!!!  They sent Deacon's gift and he got it early... it was a fun way to start his morning today.  He was SO excited about the sticker book... but of course more excited about the money he got- especially when he learned it would be enough to buy the Lego set he's been eyeing online!

Grammy & Grumpy also sent Zac a gift too... which was very sweet- and Zac really enjoyed getting to open something too (I'm so bummed the one picture is so blurry... because his face was so sweet when he saw Mickey).

Monday, May 24, 2010

Daddy's home...

Thank God...

The curse of Damien leaving...

We always joke that whenever Damien leaves something bad happens... but really, it's not a joke anymore. I'm serious.  Whenever Damien leaves something is bound to happen... someone either gets the stomach flu, or has a gallbladder attack, or the alarm system goes haywire, or, like this time- both boys get sick with some weird fever illness.

Damien left last Sunday night... and at 2am when I went in to give Zac his bottle he was burning up.  From here on out life was miserable.  From that point until the time Damien got home I got a total of about 7 hours of sleep (over a span of 4 days).  It was horrible.  I think it was honestly my lowest point as a parent... I did not do well with the illnesses and lack of sleep.  Zac just cried non-stop.  Deacon wasn't feeling well either.

When Damien got home on Thursday Zac's fever lifted and all was well with the world... of course.

(you give a boy some bubbles to blow outside on a mild day... it's amazing what it does for a sick boy)