Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Here are the pictures I was able to get before they left that night:
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Five years ago Jim and I became parents. At this very moment my labor was beginning, I was surrounded by great friends at the hospital where I worked, and we were both nervously excited. I would never have known then how much our lives would change or how becoming a mother would make me feel different about everything. I tell Fiona often that without her, I wouldn't be a Mom. What I don't tell her is that without her, I would be incomplete, less of a person, not as happy or vivid.
Jim has been a father for five years and already he has set the bar very high. He is patient, silly, sensitive, kind, creative, spontaneous, full of things children love. He stayed up late last night decorating the house with streamers and balloons for Fiona to see when she woke up. Jim is a wonderful father.
Our five year old wonder is just that, a wonder. She is fascinating, never boring, colorful, thoughtful, musical, determined. Fiona is an old soul, someone wise beyond her age. She loves to sing, dance, draw, read, explore, create, run, climb, jump, twirl, invent, learn, talk. Jim and I feel lucky to be her parents, we are a great fit together.
Happy Birthday FiFi! We love you more every day and enjoy being on this ride with you.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
We were at the mall this morning and I called out "Fiona and Nora", a man stopped and said "wow, with those names today is their day". I was with my Irish Mum, so we laughed. Our girls have Irish names in honor of mr Mum and her amazing relatives and birthplace. It makes me smile because they also have Irish personalities.
May you live as long as you want and never want as long as you live.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Fiona told me three days ago that she would potty train Nora. Out of nowhere, without being asked. She said "I got it, don't worry, Pull Ups, the little potty, sticker chart. Done". Hmm, ok.
Two days ago Fiona had an in depth conversation with me about love and marriage. She told me who she is going to marry, when its going to happen, what she is going to wear. Then she said that she loves love, that she is excited to live with a boy. Holy Moly.
Today Fiona didn't finish her lunch (not that unusual) and I told her that her fruit will still be there waiting for her later. She replied, tell it to go away. She later told me that she was starving, I pointed to her fruit, and she said "nope, I forgot, I am not starving".