Sunday, July 26, 2009

Some Notes to My Younger, Childless Self

Almost daily, I think of something I wish I'd known before I had kids. If I could go back, I'd tell my young adult, newly-married, smarty-pants self a thing or two.

1. Don't buy the cream-colored kitchen table and chairs. Yes, you love it. Yes, it's a good brand and should last forever. Yes, it's a good sale. However, in about 8 years you will have 3 children who will schmeck up that table unmercifully, 3 meals a day, 7 days a week. Cream shows EVERYTHING. You will spend the better part of your 30's (already your wiping decade) wiping down every considerable nook and cranny of that light-colored furniture...over and over and over. Buy BLACK.

2. Regarding the above...yes, your little darlings occasionally might be less than neat eaters.

3. When you go to buy a minivan (and no matter what you say now, you will buy a minivan), get the built-in DVD system. I know that now you think you would never stoop to letting your children (gasp!) watch movies on a car trip. I know that you and all of your generation survived hours upon hours in the family station wagon singing "I've Been Working on the Railroad" and playing the ever-popular "Mom, He's Touching Me!...Mom, He's Not Touching Me!" and taking bets on how long it would be before Abby threw up in the way back, and what was good enough for you should be good enough for your kids. Give up your pride now. Your kids will watch movies in the car, and you will all be the happier for it. There was a reason Mom's eye used to twitch uncontrollably for a week after every family vacation.

4. You will not be able to recognize your father after you present him with grandchildren. Who is this man who will let children walk on his coffee table and think it's funny? Who goes out and buys giant stuffed animals? Who calls for no reason other than to talk to a week-old baby? Who, with the help of your mother, feeds a 3-year-old ice cream for breakfast?

5. Buy the leather sofa now. Just trust me. Cloth upholstery and children don't mix.

6. I would tell you to take as many naps as you can and sleep in as often as possible before children come, but you're actually doing a really great job of that now. Way to go, Self!

7. The "golden ecru" color you have chosen to paint the majority of your new house is beautiful. It will be light and airy and soothing...until little handprints, dirt smears, and the tracks of Hot Wheels cars cover every square inch of it from 3 feet down. And you will have no inclination to try to re-paint while the children are sleeping as you will be trying to sneak a nap or read a book at every possible opportunity. Save yourself some trouble. Paint your walls black now. If you can't bring yourself to do that, at least go with a deep, deep purple.

8. I know your feelings about clothing featuring licensed characters. I still agree with you. But one day you will have two little boys who are wild about Batman, Spider Man, Scooby Doo, and Star Wars. I mean, these kids will totally be a marketer's dream come true. And one day, in a fit of weakness and faced with a really, really, really great sale (I mean, they're practically giving them away!), you will buy your sons Scooby Doo pajamas. And in the face of their utter joy over these tacky, tacky pajamas (at least they'll be 100% cotton), your heart will so delight in their delight that you will begin buying, on a regular basis, pajamas with licensed characters. And you will actually get a little choked up whenever you buy them, anticipating your boys' excitement.

So, Self, take note. Life as you know it will soon look quite different. Thank goodness.


Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

On Sunday we took Andrew and Adam to a Charlotte Knights baseball game. It was Adam's first game, so he was quite excited. Andrew is an old pro at ball games by now, by which I mean he knows the exact names and locations of all the treats and rides and...wait, what are all those men doing down there on the field? Oh, there's Homer the mascot! Never mind.

Steve had gotten really great seats for us, right behind first base and above the dugout. Sadly those seats don't come with any shade, it was 97 degrees in the blazing sun, and Mom and the kids are not die-hard fans of either baseball or heatstroke. We lasted about 20 minutes before we headed back up to some empty shady seats higher up in the stands...fortunately for us the ball park was less than packed that day.

It was a fun family day with the boys. Big thanks to Grandma Betsy, Poppa Keith, and Aunt Gwen for keeping Libby so the boys could have some "big-kid" time with Mom and Dad!






Thursday, July 9, 2009

We Are 3 Steps Closer...

To having a full-fledged walker on our hands! Today Libby took her first steps! Our friends Jen, Katey, and Seth had stopped by for a quick visit; and apparently Libby decided that she finally had the right audience. (I think she wanted to impress Katey, her "big girl" friend!) Miss Libby took about 3 steps at a time back and forth between me and Jen several times before the sheer giddiness of the experience overcame her and she reverted to crawling. She was quite proud of herself, laughing, dancing, and generally showing off the whole time.

Pictures? you ask? Of course not! The camera and videocam were in the other room, and I did not dare get up for one second for fear that Libby would stop. So here are a few pictures from later in the day of Libby pushing her beloved stroller. Hopefully pictures/video of "the real deal" are soon to follow!



Saturday, July 4, 2009

4th of July

All day yesterday Steve and I were trying to decide whether to take the kids to today's town 4th of July parade.

On the one hand, A Parade! Fun! Candy! Flags! Floats!

On the other hand, A Parade...at 11:30 am...in North Carolina...in the blazing July sun...with a baby who naps at 12:30 without negotiation and starts acting ugly around noon...

All our angst over the decision turned out to be for naught, however, when Adam got the croup last night at 10 pm...and 2 am...and 5 am. In the interest of keeping on good terms with the other folks in our town who might not want their kids rubbing shoulders with Typhoid Adam, we stayed home.

We did our best to be patriotic here at home today. Andrew and I learned about some of the important symbols of the United States. We all dressed in red, white, and blue. We ate bomb pops (patriotic-looking and tasty!) And we washed both cars. I don't know if there's anything patriotic to be found in that; but it was a hot day, we had dirty cars, and we needed something to do outside that wouldn't bring on heatstroke or expose other kids to Adam's cooties.

Andrew is taking his popsicle quite seriously. Adam is suspicious. Libby is jealous.

Piggy Mullet in her 4th of July best.

Adam...still dry, but not for long.

You had to know a light saber would pop up somewhere in this post.

Happy 4th of July, everyone!

Monday, June 29, 2009

Star Wars Sleepover

This was a big weekend around here! I went to Charleston to attend my sister Lindsay's bachelorette weekend. Four of us Moon sisters were there; unfortunately Abby was busy moving into her new home and had to miss out. Charleston is such a fun city -- I always love going there! And we got to stay in the Charleston Place hotel, which was a treat. Lindsay's friends did a great job hosting her shower/bachelorette weekend and making everyone welcome. The wedding is not far off now!

The Moon sisters. Yes, they are so tall! Yes, our parents are tall, too! Yes, I am so short! I am aware.


The beautiful bride

All decked out for a night on the town

There was one sad note to my being gone this weekend. I missed out on Andrew's first sleepover. I just hate that. Tonya, Donnie, Steve, and I had been planning for a while to let Andrew and Josh watch the Star Wars movies (the original ones from the 70's and 80's) this summer. We figured it was also time for the boys' first sleepover, and we decided Friday night was the night. Let me tell you, anticipation has been running high around here for weeks. Star Wars AND a sleepover with BFF Josh? Andrew has been beside himself.

I know I should not be surprised by this, being that I am and always have been an 80-year-old in a young woman's body (I have the gimpy hip and history of shingles to prove it), but my little son is 5 years old going on 90. For whatever reason, Andrew got it into his head that he must show up at the sleepover with a PIE. (Don't other kids take Cheetos and Pepsi to these things?) So on Thursday, in the midst of preparing everything for me to be gone all weekend, the boys and I made apple pie...for my son to take to his sleepover. I was actually sort of waiting for Andrew to demand a thermos of coffee to go with it. But, in the name of making everything perfect for the Great Star Wars Sleepover...

And it was. Perfect. The boys had a fabulous time. They watched their movie, ate their popcorn and...pie, slept in a tent, and apparently did a little Bible reading around midnight. ??? Got me. It's just the report I heard. You can see the adorable pictures Tonya took here. Big ups to Tonya and Donnie for braving the night with two hopped up little Star Wars junkies at their first sleepover. Coming soon...The Empire Strikes Back chez Nichols!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Well, He Got the Spirit of It Anyway...

Adam: Hey, Dad, look under there!

Steve (capitulating early): Under where?

Adam (laughing hysterically): Aaaaaggghhh! Ha ha ha ha ha! You said "underpants!"

Happy Father's Day

First, there was Andrew. You were a little nervous about being a dad, but it was love at first sight.


This Daddy thing is a walk in the park!

Introducing your two little guys to each other...


Another fun project for the boys!


These kids can sure tire you out...


But you are an old pro by now.


Happy Father's Day to the best dad we could imagine!
Love, Alison, Andrew, Adam, and Libby