Saturday, August 30, 2008

D for Dramatic

Gary is probably going to shoot me for sharing these photos, but I just think they are priceless. Blakey rarely obliges Arabella's request for him to dress up. You can tell he really thinks it's for girls. Well, on this particular weekday afternoon, Arabella convinced him to put on one of her leotards (it had to be black since he is a boy!) What came next is what surprised me most. Arabella had a Beethoven CD in the music box playing and had been practicing ballet. Blakey very quickly got into character as her Prince. It was hilarious. You can tell he has caught a Barbie movie or 2 where the Prince is wowing his Barbie Princess with his dance moves. He is proving himself to be quite the ladies man, our Blakey. He was just so serious and dramatic when playing his Princely role. I was loving it as was Big Sis.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Consorting with the Enemy

I jest in my title as this little precious is the exact opposite of an enemy, but as you can see the girls are in opposite uniform colors. This is Arabella and her BFF, Willa, at their opening season soccer game last weekend. We arrived at the soccer park and happened to pull into the parking lot at the same time. As soon as they saw each other, they joined hands and walked to the field to play their game against each other. As you can see from the photo, it was so very sweet.

Since this was Arabella's first game of the year, Gary and I were very curious if this season would be more of the same from last year - running with the pack of kids, jumping over the ball if it happened to come in her direction, chatting with her friends on the field and not really ever playing the game. She managed to go the entire season without ever touching the ball except to throw it in-bounds a couple of times at her coaches request. Her practices this year had seemed to be more of the same type of play although she is certainly faster and more coordinated. Just 2 weeks ago, she asked me, "Mommy, why do I have to play soccer?" My answer, "Well, sweetie, you don't. Do you like it?" Arabella said, "Well, it's okay..." So needless to say, my hopes for her playing the game were not super high. To top it off, it was over 100 degrees outside - not a great formula for a super game to occur. The game began as normal for her and she played much the same although she did seem to be trying to go after it a couple of times. She pretty much just ran with the pack and waved at Willa every few minutes from a few feet away. And her team, bless their hearts, they had gone the whole game with no goal. The other team - goal after goal, the Falcons - near miss after miss. They were either slightly wide right or left of the goal. The game was winding up and they were all in a huddle going after the ball on their competitors end of the field. Suddenly, Arabella emerged from the pack - KICKING the ball. She ran her little heart out and dribbled to within kicking distance of the goal and gave it a swift kick. It went slightly right, but I have to tell you that she could not have cared less. She was so proud of herself. And I think my heart nearly popped out of my chest. I had been taking pictures when this began happening and I just dropped my camera and started cheering her on. For as excited as she and I got, you would have thought she won the Super Bowl - or I guess whatever the soccer champs have (a cup of some sort). Anyway, it was such a cool thing to witness and I hope she keeps it up next game. Or maybe I should be hoping she doesn't for my own health reasons - I think I almost gave myself a heart attack. There's a proud Mommy moment for you.

Here is the Coach showing the kids which goal to go for (you would be surprised how many goals are scored by opposing team members):

Arabella with a couple of teammates before the game started. I just liked this photo.

Monday, August 25, 2008

From Bottle to Cup...

My Mother used to tell this tall tale of my little sister Carla going straight from the bottle to a cup. For those of you who don't know, my little sis was #3 of 3 children. I don't really remember it, but as I had my own children, I thought she must be exaggerating. A bottle to a cup?? My little Liv, #3 of 3 children seems to have done the same thing. It's hard to get her to drink from anything, but a regular cup. She WANTS what we have - be it green tea (her fav) to whatever else may be in our cups, she will drink it with great enthusiasm. She is my first child that has gone from bottle to sippy as she will actually drink from a sippy cup if given no option(Blake and Bella refused anything but a straw cup), but she would much rather have cup or a straw as Daddy taught her that one only a few short weeks ago. Anyway, to stop a ramble, she was after my Reidel wine glass tonight, so I headed her off with some green tea which became water after she dumped it from "drink enthusiasm." She makes me giggle so much. She is such a head strong, little piece of work. I thought siblings were supposed to be different. At this point, she is mirroring Arabella to a "T" down to her love of jewelry & dress up and her bossy, opinionated manner. There is not a necklace or stethoscope this kid cannot get on her head. She is a pro. Oh - and Gary & I just love her pointy finger. She's always got that thing going - pointing out all of the interesting things in the universe. It's great. Boogie lights up our world.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Just an Average Weekend at the Buxa House...

These were actually pictures from last weekend, but I thought they were so funny. Daddy snapped these pics of Blakey and Liv playing "Tool Bench" as he calls it. Drilling your sister is fun, especially when she laughs about it. We have actually had a pretty busy weekend of activities, so I will be back on soon with some pictures and stories.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Picture Perfect

Today was class picture day for the kindergarten, so we dressed Arabella up and curled her hair. She was looking so stinking cute this morning - I had to snap some pictures and share them. Of course, as soon as we arrived at school, she began a game of chase with Willa and their new friend, Cade, on the playground. I don't know if her adorable hair survived until picture time, but at least I have these to hold on to.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

P is for Pre-School

Last night while I was packing 2 lunches for the first time, Blake came over to me to find out what I was doing. I explained to him that I was packing his and Arabella's lunch for the next day and asked him if he was excited for his first day of pre-school. He answered, "Yes, I am a big boy." I told him that he most certainly was. He stood there silent for a moment and then said, "Mommy, are you going to cry?" My answer was, "Yes, probably." My boy sure knows his Mommy. I was pretty sure he was not going to want to leave me and I was right - although I am probably the one that made him cry. He was fine when we arrived - just checking things out with the other kids, but shy. The teachers told me it was time to leave so I told Blake I would see him later. He began to sob and grabbed onto me. I did not cry in front of him as one of the teachers picked him up and took him off to cuddle - I waited until I got into the lobby. I felt so horrible leaving him - it was the worst. I made Gary peak through the door before I would go to the car to make sure he was not still crying. He was not as his sobbing was apparently very short-lived. I went home with a heavy heart where I proceeded to call the preschool two times before pick-up time which was 12:30. The first time, they said he was shy, but hanging out with the kids and checking things out. The next time I called, he was playing, laughing and giving high fives -which prompted me to cry some more. When I arrived at his classroom, he ran over and gave me a big hug, then gave Livvy a big kiss and started dancing up and down and chanting "Boogiboo." He was apparently very happy to see his sis as he could not stop kissing her. He was even showing her off to some of the girls and telling them, "This is MY sister. Her name is Livvy." My boy is such a ladies man. I teared up again as I was leaving the class after the reports from his teachers were so wonderful. I cry when he wants me, I cry when he's a big boy. Mommy is a bit mental. I just love him so much.

Here is Arabella and Blake at the bell before school:

Here is Blake giving Daddy some "Knucks" after we arrived in his classroom:
Here is Blake and Mommy in the classroom:
Here is Blakey after Mommy says she is leaving:
Here is Blakey after I arrived to pick him back up. He was showing his sister off for some ladies:
Here is my happy Big Boy after his first day:
And last, Liv wanted in on the action:

K is for Kindergarten

Our Little Pooh Bear had her first big day of Kindergarten yesterday. She was so excited the night before, she had a hard time falling asleep. The children were instructed to bring something that was special to them on the first day, so we dutifully packed up Miss B into the backpack along with her new Hello Kitty binder. We were so happy that Arabella was placed in Mrs. Duralia's class and even more excited that Arabella's BFF, Willa, is in her class. The girls immediately found each other, gave hugs and walked off holding hands. It was the sweetest thing. A few nutty parents (that would be me!) hovered at the back of the class as they began their day. Arabella turned around and looked at Gary & me a couple of time as if to say "Why are you still in here?" I was proud of myself as I only welled up with tears and managed to hold it together pretty well. When I picked her up, she quickly gave me a big hug and told me "It was the funnest day of my whole life. I love kindergarten!" So it with a little sadness, but great pride that I send my oldest child into this next phase in her life.

Here she is in front of the bell outside of the school:

Here she is with Daddy outside the classroom:

Here is Arabella's teacher, Mrs. Duralia :

Here is Arabella with her BFF, Willa, headed for the playground:

Friday, August 15, 2008

Gorgeous Little Baby

When Livvy was about one month old, Arabella started cooing to her "Gorgeous Little Baby...such a gorgeous little baby!" She was about 3 1/2 at the time and it was so funny to hear the word "gorgeous" coming out of her mouth. Two year old Blakey soon started mimicking Big Sis with his own version of the phrase - same words, but pronounced as only Blakey does. These words are repeated here in our house multiple times a day by both Blake and Arabella and have even been given a nickname of "Geebeez". When Liv hears "Geebeez", she will turn her head immediately as she know someone is looking for the "Gorgeous Little Baby..."

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Peek-A-Boo with Boogiboo

My Little Boogie and I got into a rousing game of Peek-A-Boo last night after her bath. She was so stinking cute. I just love these pictures because they totally show her personality. I am not kidding when I say that this kid laughs ALL the time. She is a little giggle monster. Everyone in the house enjoys her so much that we spend the better part of our day trying to make her's that fun. Gary predicts we could have a little comedian on our hands. She is such a jolly little love.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

A Monkey on the Bars

Here are just a few pics from the playground last week. Arabella was proudly displaying her newfound skill from school this summer - she learned to go all the way across the monkey bars on her own. She was so very proud of herself. It was adorable, even with the whining about the blisters she had earned afterwards.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Daddy's Hat

When you are almost three years old, and you have Daddy's hat and an big stick, you are in little boy heaven. In the last picture, he is doing his Ruffy Massin "Grrrr". I love it. I could just kiss him all day.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

The World According to Arabella

I hear the tales of Arabella everyday - the victories and the woes - and believe me they are plentiful. This latest version was well worth sharing. It was about 9:00 pm - yes, late for little children to be awake, but when you factor in summer hours and the late sunset with soccer practice, dinner, swim time and bath becomes 9:00 pm for the two big kids going to sleep. Arabella had been out coloring in the living room while Gary surfed the net and I read a goodnight story to Blakey. She came bounding into his room as I was exiting to show me her latest artistic creation. This is what she showed me first...And this is the story that followed: "Mommy, this is you and Daddy. And this is me (tallest kid), Blakey and Livvy. We're all here together and you look really pretty because you have your earrings in and they are really pretty." She proceeds to point out the beautiful earrings she has drawn on my ears. They are quite lovely, I agreed. She then flipped the paper over. This is what I saw...
And she explained, "Mommy this is me. And I am not a happy little girl - see my face - because I have to wear pretend earrings." She then showed me her fake earrings that were making her look so very cranky.

This child has been on a campaign for earrings for quite some time now. I told her she could get them whenever she was willing to go in there, sit down for it and now cry about how much it hurt...the same way my Mom did for me. I was 4 years old when I did this and I was a champ about it. She had been saying for 6 months how she thought she should wait till she turned 5 and she was grown up and then go get them and my answer to that was "fine." One afternoon about 3 weeks ago - out of no where - she informs me she is ready to go get earrings and we should go tomorrow. I was a bit taken aback so I talked to Gary who turned a bit white and said, "I think we should make her wait" like any over protective father of a princess would do. So we told her she can get them done on her 6th birthday - we figure it gives her something to look forward to and she will be in the first grade by then. Being that she is "4 and a HALF" as she will tell you, and that she has no concept of time, to her she may be turning 6 next week. She is maintaining her marketing blitz anyway - just in case. You've got to give her props. She is a girl who knows what she wants and will go after it any way she sees fit.

We are really in for it, aren't we?


It's hard to believe as I type this, but summer is winding down. It seems like it just got going last week, but I suppose that is a sign that I am getting old and time is passing before my eyes. Arabella will be starting Kindergarten on the 18th of this month and Blakey will become a "Cubbie" at the little yellow house in their 3 year old preschool program on the 19th. It's with a heavy heart that I send both of them on this necessary step in life as part of me feels like I am losing them. Everyone tells me that I am going to be pushing them out the door for college very soon, but that is something I cannot even imagine at this point. If I could freeze time with them just as they are, I would do it in a heartbeat. I suppose that it why I love photography so much. I feel like I want to capture every small moment so I will never forget. And if someday, my memory becomes fuzzy, these days are forever etched in digital memory. Here are just a few random ones from the last couple of days - nothing remarkable that happened - to anyone on the outside, but forever important to Mommy.