iToddler

It's already hard to leave my boys and head to work, but today it got so much harder. I was working away when the land line at Starbucks began to ring. I saw my coworker pick up the phone, go through the greeting, and then give me a strange look. She put the phone up to my ear while saying, "this is weird."

Me: "Hello?"
Tristan: "MOMMY!"
Me: "Tristan? What are you doing?"
T: "Playing baseball. Miss you... lots"
Me: "I miss you, too. Does daddy know you called me?"
T: "Yeah. Love you, Mommy. Miss you"
(you could literally hear my heart break at this moment!)
Neil in the background: "Tristan, are you really talking to someone? Oh my, you really are. Sorry I didn't know he was calling."
(then you hear screaming as the iphone is taken away from him)
Me: "It's okay I'm just going to quit now."

Okay, so that last line didn't happen, but the working mom's guilt was thick tonight!

"Two, one, you you out" -Tristan

It is very apparent that Neil is enjoying fatherhood this week more than he ever has! After years of diapers, bathing, feeding, and getting puked on, Tristan has discovered Neil's true love. At Gymboree this week the theme was baseball and that's how this all started. Neil took him the other day to a class and Tristan came home talking about nothing but baseball and wanting to sing "Take me out to the ball game." I chuckled this morning when Neil was moving a little quicker than normal all so he could make it to Tristan's class with both of them wearing their Red Sox shirts. I thought it was adorable when he took Tristan to the playground this evening that was right next to the ball fields. Little did I know that they would let Tristan in on the action. While the team took a break from practice, they let Tristan retrieve all the practice balls which was heaven for him. Because he was such a good help "the guy", as Tristan calls him, gave him a real baseball! He would not let that thing out of his sight all night. If he was more than five feet from the ball he would start calling, "MY NEW BASEBALL, MY NEW BASEBALL!" It took some convincing him that putting the ball in the bath was a bad idea, but there was no convincing him that curling up with it in bed was not a good idea. Yes, my son took a dirty baseball to bed... and my husband could not have been more proud.

Coo Coo Cachoo

The boys are three months old and getting to be so much fun! They smile at us and coo all the time. This was the stage I have been waiting for, the stage that makes not getting sleep still worth it. When those babies look at me and smile not only with their lips but also with their eyes, I can't help but fall in love with them all over!