What a sad day today in church. We were informed that one of our deacons passed away earlier this week and so did another parishoner. We were also told about a sick little baby who was going to be having surgery. That baby was baptized today. I can't imagine what those parents must be going through today. As I listened to Fr. Rick talk about these situations and I held Gus even tighter with tears in my eyes, I looked up and saw an old man. He did not appear to be in great health. Had a walker, was hunched way over and had a neck brace on. It appeared that his daughter brought him to church that day as the young woman next to him was so gentle and loving towards this man. And when I saw his face he smiled at us, and waved to Gus. Of course Gus was a waving fool and looked kind of like one of the Beverly Hillbillies with all of the waving he was doing. But seeing this man filled my mind with thoughts today. He seemed so happy to be there at church and after listening to the priest today, probably so happy to be alive. And I thought to myself...someday when I have reached my later years (I refuse to be old...so we will just refer to them as my later years) I hope that I, too, can exude such joy. I think so often we are bogged down with trivial things in life and we get so busy and bogged down. So many things seem like a burden. So many things seem to be so important, but they really aren't. If only we took more time when we are younger to enjoy life instead of letting it pass us by.
While trying to keep my little hillbilly (see reference above) quiet during church today, we decided to walk a little bit. With as loud as Gus can be these days, we sit behind the glass so that the rest of the congregation can worship without his "joyful noises". So Gus and walked in the entryway and he kept running over to the banner on the wall of Jesus and his disciples. He kept pointing up and it and yelling. So I picked him up and let him touch the banner. He immediately smacked Jesus in the face. Great! Just what we need....another Roman beating up on Jesus. So quickly I grabbed that pudgy little hand and showed him that we have to be nice to Jesus. Gus then proceeded to pet Jesus and each disciple as he said "niiiceee". (Those who have been around Gus lately know that we are working on being nice. He will say "niiiceee" as he pets your cheek and then gives you a kiss on each cheek. Not sure where he picked up the European style of kissing, but I will take it.)
That's right, "nice Jesus". He repeated this many times throughout Mass today and so we have lesson #1 in Gus' religious education...so many more to come.
Showing posts with label sweet boy. Show all posts
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Monday, October 18, 2010
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
Gus and I decided to take advantage of this beautiful fall weather that we have been having and go play at the park. Couldn't help but post some pics of my little man who LOVED crunching through the fallen leaves!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
I wonder...
Gus, sometimes you are such a mystery to me. Every day there is something new that I wonder about.
I wonder....
...what on earth you are trying to say to me? You talk a mile a minute but yet I can't understand your train of thought. I am sure that you are saying really important things, I just wonder what they are.
...what are you thinking about when you stare at me with that "Perry the Platypus" expression. (For you inquiring minds, Perry is from the TV show, "Phineas and Ferb". I swear that my son makes the same face as this cartoon character!)
...why on earth you find it so exciting to pull every wipe out of the container. What is it about that game that makes you happy? Is it the fact that you like to throw them in the air or chew on them? Really...that can't possibly taste good. Or is it the pure joy of wasting the good money that we have spent on purchasing the pack of wipes?
...why you are so picky about what kind of sippy cup you use? Seriously, little man, they all have the same end result...juice. But yet you have no problem eating grass...
...why is it that when you get really excited you like to bite your momma? That is not the way we celebrate. If you would please refrain from biting, I would really appreciate it.
...what you don't like about rolling any toy that is on wheels? Why do you feel the need to slam it into the floor instead. I promise that if you roll it, you will also have fun with those toys without denting the floor.
...why on earth you like to jump face first into your beanbag from the couch? You scare the heck out of your mom now that you can climb up onto the couch and then you immediately turn to jump into the beanbag. I shudder to think of the day that the beanbag (or Momma) is not there to catch your fall.
...what is it about the word "no" that causes one of two responses: an devilish grin with a sparkle in your eye or instant hysterical sobbing? As much as I hate to be told "no", it isn't all that bad.
...how you are so smart at such a young age. I know that every mother probably thinks that their child is a genius...but I'm serious. You already have developed some fine motor skills by putting a straw into the lid of my Diet Coke. You know that my keys unlock the door and you try each key on my key chain looking for the right one. You put two words together the other day. We heard you say, clear as day, "Hi dog!" I am just amazed...what else can you do that I don't know about yet, I wonder.
...how your pudgy little hand in my hand as you walk down the sidewalk next to me can instantly bring me to tears of joy and pride. I never want to let go of that hand.
...how on earth I will go back to work this fall, let you go to school, college or (gasp) get married? I can't stand the thought of not being able to see your beautiful little face every day and hear that little belly giggle numerous times throughout the day...you make living life SO much better and you always keep me wondering!!
I wonder....
...what on earth you are trying to say to me? You talk a mile a minute but yet I can't understand your train of thought. I am sure that you are saying really important things, I just wonder what they are.
...what are you thinking about when you stare at me with that "Perry the Platypus" expression. (For you inquiring minds, Perry is from the TV show, "Phineas and Ferb". I swear that my son makes the same face as this cartoon character!)
...why on earth you find it so exciting to pull every wipe out of the container. What is it about that game that makes you happy? Is it the fact that you like to throw them in the air or chew on them? Really...that can't possibly taste good. Or is it the pure joy of wasting the good money that we have spent on purchasing the pack of wipes?
...why you are so picky about what kind of sippy cup you use? Seriously, little man, they all have the same end result...juice. But yet you have no problem eating grass...
...why is it that when you get really excited you like to bite your momma? That is not the way we celebrate. If you would please refrain from biting, I would really appreciate it.
...what you don't like about rolling any toy that is on wheels? Why do you feel the need to slam it into the floor instead. I promise that if you roll it, you will also have fun with those toys without denting the floor.
...why on earth you like to jump face first into your beanbag from the couch? You scare the heck out of your mom now that you can climb up onto the couch and then you immediately turn to jump into the beanbag. I shudder to think of the day that the beanbag (or Momma) is not there to catch your fall.
...what is it about the word "no" that causes one of two responses: an devilish grin with a sparkle in your eye or instant hysterical sobbing? As much as I hate to be told "no", it isn't all that bad.
...how you are so smart at such a young age. I know that every mother probably thinks that their child is a genius...but I'm serious. You already have developed some fine motor skills by putting a straw into the lid of my Diet Coke. You know that my keys unlock the door and you try each key on my key chain looking for the right one. You put two words together the other day. We heard you say, clear as day, "Hi dog!" I am just amazed...what else can you do that I don't know about yet, I wonder.
...how your pudgy little hand in my hand as you walk down the sidewalk next to me can instantly bring me to tears of joy and pride. I never want to let go of that hand.
...how on earth I will go back to work this fall, let you go to school, college or (gasp) get married? I can't stand the thought of not being able to see your beautiful little face every day and hear that little belly giggle numerous times throughout the day...you make living life SO much better and you always keep me wondering!!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
More in love than before
I didn't think it was possible....but I am more in love with my little man that I could ever imagine. I have always had that unconditional momma love for him but this is different. It's the "my heart is bursting and it hurts how much I love you and I instantly burst into tears" kinda love.
Last night I had a VERY overtired little fella. He simply couldn't close his eyes and go to sleep. And if you put him down he started screaming. (The silent cry...wait for it.....blood curdling scream and crocodile tears.) So we rocked. As I sit there cuddling my little man, rocking back and forth and alternating between singing Les Mis, "On My Own" and "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" it hit me. Ever so softly, this tiny hand touched my cheek and these beautiful blue eyes stared up at me. Instant tears (from me). I was a mess. At that point my singing got worse due to my hysterical sobbing. At that moment that sweet little hand that was gently cupping my cheek moved and placed its hand firmly on my mouth as if to stop me from singing. And those blue eyes sparkled back at me and a huge smile came from behind the "nunny" in his mouth. We both ended up in fits of giggles. Such a sweet moment....until I ruined it with my singing.
(*On a side note- whenever I sing songs that we played in band, I end up singing the French Horn part. I can't help it. It just happens. So perhaps my son will never know what the song truly sounds like. Perhaps he does know and him covering my mouth was a message. Who knows! But nobody else has to hear it so I will continue to sing the French Horn part. And yes, I get a lot of weird looks when I do the same thing with the National Anthem....but hey! I am a proud American and I will sing whatever part I want in the National Anthem!)
Tonight I had another one of those moments. I came home from cheer practice and Gus toddled quickly over to me while yelling at the top of his lungs. (It is loud but I secretly love it because it doesn't happen that often.) So I scooped up my little man and hugged him and kissed him. He snuggled right into the crook of my neck and settled in for a few minutes. Any time this happens, I soak it up. I stood there holding him and patting his back...and then it happened. A little one-year-old hand patted my back! (My mom tells me that I also did this when I was little. I'm sure a lot of kids do as they mimick their parents.) Again...instant tears. I couldn't help it. I love this little boy more and more!!
I often get asked about adoption and the most common question is, "Isn't it expensive?". My response, "You can't really put a price on loving a child." There is no question in my mind that I am so rich....even if it is just in hugs and pats on the back or cheek by a pudgy little hand. It makes me regret ever wondering if we could afford to adopt. How could we afford NOT to?
Last night I had a VERY overtired little fella. He simply couldn't close his eyes and go to sleep. And if you put him down he started screaming. (The silent cry...wait for it.....blood curdling scream and crocodile tears.) So we rocked. As I sit there cuddling my little man, rocking back and forth and alternating between singing Les Mis, "On My Own" and "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" it hit me. Ever so softly, this tiny hand touched my cheek and these beautiful blue eyes stared up at me. Instant tears (from me). I was a mess. At that point my singing got worse due to my hysterical sobbing. At that moment that sweet little hand that was gently cupping my cheek moved and placed its hand firmly on my mouth as if to stop me from singing. And those blue eyes sparkled back at me and a huge smile came from behind the "nunny" in his mouth. We both ended up in fits of giggles. Such a sweet moment....until I ruined it with my singing.
(*On a side note- whenever I sing songs that we played in band, I end up singing the French Horn part. I can't help it. It just happens. So perhaps my son will never know what the song truly sounds like. Perhaps he does know and him covering my mouth was a message. Who knows! But nobody else has to hear it so I will continue to sing the French Horn part. And yes, I get a lot of weird looks when I do the same thing with the National Anthem....but hey! I am a proud American and I will sing whatever part I want in the National Anthem!)
Tonight I had another one of those moments. I came home from cheer practice and Gus toddled quickly over to me while yelling at the top of his lungs. (It is loud but I secretly love it because it doesn't happen that often.) So I scooped up my little man and hugged him and kissed him. He snuggled right into the crook of my neck and settled in for a few minutes. Any time this happens, I soak it up. I stood there holding him and patting his back...and then it happened. A little one-year-old hand patted my back! (My mom tells me that I also did this when I was little. I'm sure a lot of kids do as they mimick their parents.) Again...instant tears. I couldn't help it. I love this little boy more and more!!
I often get asked about adoption and the most common question is, "Isn't it expensive?". My response, "You can't really put a price on loving a child." There is no question in my mind that I am so rich....even if it is just in hugs and pats on the back or cheek by a pudgy little hand. It makes me regret ever wondering if we could afford to adopt. How could we afford NOT to?
Friday, June 18, 2010
Happy Birthday, Gus-gus!
Deeply and madly in love with this little boy!!
I cannot even believe that Gus is a year old already! I can hardly stand how quickly this year has gone by! We started out the day by going to see Dr. Cadena. After the crabby doctor in Orlando diagnosed Gus with an ear infection, I decided that I wanted to see our own doctor. I'm glad that we did because Gus had also developed a rash so I wanted to get that checked out. After the doctor, we stopped at school and Auntie Diane's house before coming home to take a nap. Gus was not thrilled about taking a nap at that time and lucky for him, his cousins rescued him by stopping by to wish him happy birthday. That night we went to the All-Star football game to watch Joe and Dan play one more time. We didn't celebrate/party yet for Gus. His birthday party is going to be later this month when it works for all of his grandparents (and his Da-Doh) to be there.
I am so lucky to have this beautiful little man in my life. I cannot imagine my world without him. It still amazes me that I get to be his momma. I cannot wait to watch his little personality continue to develop and see who he becomes.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Please, Momma....
I expect to see this sweet little expression many times in my life as he hopes that we buy a new toy or treat at the store. This time we were buying shower gifts for our friends, Drew and Miranda, who are getting married in June. Gus loves playing with them! Drew is so crazy and can make Gus let out those adorable little belly laughs. Miranda is not only Gus' hairstylist, but will also be watching him twice a week next school year. She is so good with Gus and it's clear that she is pretty smitten with our little guy. So Gus gave them some cookie cutters in hopes of making lots of cookies at their house next year.
Looking at the sweet little expression in this picture, I fully expect to see this when Gus wants a new toy or whatnot. And how can I say no to that face?!? I'm such a sucker!! I am sure that I will cave in quite quickly to this little charmer.
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