Wee Wilson Tales

So I didn't handle the idea of missing the beach this summer very well. That whole idea just did not work for me. So when the sitter told me she needed to be off on Friday the 28th, I started thinking...could we go to the beach. It would be just the four of us...long ride with the kids...wouldn't be able to leave until 4:30 on Thursday afternoon....hmmm. I called and booked the condo last minute, and we headed out on our first family-of-four vacation. The first change I made in hopes of having an easier trip was to turn Ronin's car seat around. He weighs 23 lbs, and it was only 20 days before his birthday. So I did it. And I was not disappointed. I felt like such an old mom doing it too. Certainly not something that I would have done as a "new" mom, funny how that changes. By the time we made it to Grenada, Jax had asked for the beach 6 times. I truly felt like we were in Shrek the third where donkey keeps asking "Are we there yet?" The kids watched Sa...

It's so exciting to see your baby learn something new. But there is definitely a part of me that is saying, "NO! You are my baby, and I want you to stay that way." But despite what I think, the clock keeps ticking. And my boys keep getting bigger! Walking... Ronin is officially walking. He took his first steps while he was nine months old. But he really didn't start walking all over until the weekend of July 4th. It took him a little while to get brave. By the time he hit hit 10 months, hew was walking all over the house. I think it was the 18th when he started standing up and walking in the middle of the room. Meaning, he didn't have to pull himself up on any furniture to get his start. He is so big!! The first walking video is from July 14. I hate I didn't get him when he first started walking, but he just got good at it so quick! I was bribing him with a brush because . . . well, because it worked. The second video is from July 30th. Tal...

Jax has always slept with his little lovey that we named "Peep." At the time, I thought it was a sheep...so Peep came from Bo Peep. Anyway, it made sense before I realized it was in fact a dog. But regardless of animal type, Jax LOVES Peep and must sleep with him every night. Plan A In a preemptive effort to avoid disaster, I miraculously found another "peep" online. When it came in, I stashed it in a drawer. Peep number 2 was on standby. The first time we couldn't find Peep at bedtime, I got new Peep out of the drawer to perform his first role of Peep. But Jax took one look at him and would have nothing to do with him. In fact, he threw the 2 nd Peep and said, "NO!! Peep." Nothing I could say would talk him into believing they were one in the same. I tried to convince him that peep just had a bath, but to no avail. So, it was a wasted $33. Yep, I really did pay that for the backup Peep. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why he'd wa...

Well, for a long time now Jax has been calling my Dad "Hey." It started when we had all this remodeling going on at our house. I really thought he was just saying "hey" at first because he was saying it to all the workers at our house too. But it was pretty obvious that Grandaddy was "Hey" when he started saying, "Hey, Hey." Or " Dax wants to go to Hey's house." Or "I wuv Hey and Threese ." Anyway, you get the picture. Eddie had been given the name "Hey" despite his request to be called grandaddy. Here is the brief transcript of how it happened: 7/22/09, Wednesday a.m. Jax to John :"Hey, Hey's here." John :"Hey. Who's here?" Jax : " Hey's Here." John : "Oh. Hey is here?" Jax : "Hey. No. Grandaddy is here." And that was it. From that moment forward, Hey has hence forth become known as Grandaddy. I have caught myself calling him "Hey" ...

I have come to the conclusion that there isn't any way to prepare myself for what I feel when my kids get hurt. For, as much as I would like to change it, I am sometimes that over reacting mother when I see my child get hurt. You know the kind of mother that I am talking about...one that gasps so loudly that one might fear no air could be left in the room. It always seems like an overreaction no matter how dire the emergency might be. As I started writing this, it brought to mind a memory that I had tucked away some years ago. It was a Sunday afternoon just as church was letting out, and someone came running to the church building saying Eddie was just hit by a car. We lived across the street from the church, so my dad (Eddie, the grandaddy formerly known as Hey) would have been walking if he was hit. I remember seeing my grandmother faint...just before they said that it was Mr. Eddie Branan, not my dad. Mr. Eddie was injured, but he was hit while driving his car rather than as a p...