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Caellum's 8 Week Portfolio

Caellum, My Boy,

You started smiling at 3 weeks old. Others were convinced it was gas, but they were wrong. I knew differently because you not only smile with your mouth but your eyes start sparkling as well.

You often catch your crazy sis out of the corner of your eye doing some oddball shenanigans and you always start smirking.

Because of you, your sis now knows how to breastfeed. I caught her latching her baby doll onto her boob and sayingg "Shhhh now baby, I know, I know you're sooo hungry."

Today was a big day for your sis. I put real live undies on her. She wet through two pair before she wide eyed gave the official "tinkle alert" like I taught her. I swiftly carried her like a fragile ticking bomb to the toilet. Caught off guard I heard the tinkle dribbling down into the toilet. I seriously started tearing up and praised her as if she just received the Noble Peace Prize.

Today was also a big day for you. Your tummy was gurgling all night long. Finally in the early a.m. you had your blowout. You lay there on my lap smiling in pure relief. I took my chances to change you on my lap. Your daddy just kept looking at me with an evil grin on his face almost knowing what was to happen next. Naked and with a clear shot, you pushed out one last poop rocket that covered me - even a few kernels upon my eyelid. Between you and your sis in the last 24hrs. I've had my fair share of peep and poop dousing me

I have a feeling because of this new pace in life I won't be able to blog as often, but that's okay, cuz it's more time spent with you and Evelyn.

You have made us a full, whole and happy family.

We love you and thank God on this Thanksgiving holiday for gifting us with your sweet soul of a presence.

Pretty Is as Pretty Does

My dad always used to say this phrase to me growing up and I hated it because I didn't quite know what it fully meant.

I just read an article in Ode magazine about Audrey Hepburn which finally has brought this annoyingly ambiguous phrase to life.

As a child Hepburn nearly died of hunger after her country was devastated by World War II. Later in life when she became an obsession of beauty for many she was asked about her beauty secrets. Here is how she responded:

"For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day."

"People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed. Never throw out anybody. The beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows."

Happy Thanksgiving!

Our Son...Caellum Leoni

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Evelyn's 2nd Birthday Slideshow & Annual Letter

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Dear Sweet & Sassy Evelyn –
“What up girlfriend?” I begin this yearly birthday letter to you with this specific phrase because you’ve breathed new life into it in a way that shocked us. Once upon a time you were our sweet, shy girl who barely acknowledged other kids on the playground. That is until you chose your moment to blossom into an outgoing jive talking little lady. A girl came up to you and said, “Hi my name is Crystal.” You in turn stared at her, cocked your hip, cracked a bit of a smile and said in response “What up girlfriend?!” You all but snapped your fingers afterwards to complete your greeting!

It’s true, you make us laugh and you sure have been responsible for my fair share of tears this past year as well. You can melt my heart one minute and milliseconds later have me desperately sprinting to the library to check out multitudes of parenting self help books. Such is love. The more familiar you are with somebody, the more you love them, the more you let them see ALL of you…the good, the bad, the ugly. I guess I should feel honored to know that our parent/child relationship is developing a maturity and a fine tuning of our character daily.

In this past year we have swung the white flag of surrender to the fact that you love life so incredibly much you choose to forego your sleep. Other moms share about their gorgeous Guido or marvelous Matilda napping 3 hours long and sleeping in until 7 or 8 in the morning. Not you my sweetness. Once in a grand while when you know I’m about to crack, you’ll pull a 2 hour gift of a nap on me. But normally you’re down for an hour, if that, and then desperately want out of your prison crib. As for the mornings...the earlier, the better you figure. I think deep down you know that if you deprive us of our sleep then you will be able to wear us physically down enough to finally have the control you desperately seek. Very clever Evelyn. It’s working. The moral of the story is that trying to figure out your sleep patterns has been similar to working on a NASA space project. We even consulted pediatric sleep experts whom you had baffled. Anyway, I give up and decided to just buy more eye cream to hide the wear and tear of our endless sleep drama battlements.

You are one of the funniest people I have ever met (or given birth to for that matter). This past year you have blossomed into a beautiful little girl, no longer a baby! We are still waiting for your hair to grown in though. You even let me put piggy tails in for all of two weeks until you decided to rip them out and throw them at me instead. So a mullet it will have to be for now.

Moments that we don’t want to forget? You wildly pointing out people of other ethnicities and loudly calling them “Obama”. “See mommy, see daddy, there’s Obama, right there!” And recently you have been extremely curious about your anatomy. We took some sound parenting advice and decided to tell you the correct terminology when answering your questions. Now you think it’s amusing to ask to see everybody’s vagina. We are awaiting a call from DCFS any day now.

We cannot wait to see how you will (hopefully) graciously grow into your role as big sister. I am at a loss for words with tenderness when I see you curl up to my tummy and use your sweet high pitched voice to talk to your baby brother and sing him Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Every time you are dancing around (most likely naked) like a goof, saying “Look at me, Look at me!” you will stop mid-move to pull my shirt up and say, “See baby brother, see me dance?!”. You are quite the caretaker. Your stuffed animals can attest to that after you throw them vigorously on the floor, then gasp with fright “You okay bunny?! You okay teddy?!” then caress them back to health with your gentle strokes and by putting band aids on their fur. You love to have daddy role play with your animals. I must say his voice overs are quite impressive. You truly believe he is Dora at times – our little trick to get you to do anything and everything we want.

From your daddy, you definitely have acquired an appreciation for nature. We cannot contain you once you are outside. You are off and running with your mullet streaming in the air. You pick up on every sight, taste, smell and touch that you can take in and you make sure we all know full well what it is you are so fascinated by. I must say I still hate sand, and I’m still the last one who wants to get into a cold pool, but you inspire me to dive head first into all these things that make you messy and dirty. Who knows, you may even get me to camp one day. Maybe.

As for firsts, we haven’t kept track of all the dates of your milestones, but the consensus around town is that you are one smart cookie. Some have even called you an incredibly sensory, sensitive child who feels everything to the core of its depth. This is a unique and beautiful gift. On the flipside, we have discovered that no one can so much as raise their voice around you (even in jest) without you completely melting down, hiding your face and crying until all is calm again. A peacemaker at heart.

Overall, this has been a busy year of swim lessons, music classes, learning to put sentences together, getting rid of your pacifier, drinking from a straw, doing cartwheels, mimicking everything we say and do, riding scooters (and anything with wheels on), eating with utensils in your very own chair and table -and much, much more!

Your love for music and rhythm is undeniable. The song that is playing to your picture montage is your newest and latest obsession. By age two you know all the words to it and you are totally in tune with the beat. When you finally let us in on this musical secret of yours we were definitely in awe. Your “Prince Daddio” or “Boink”, as you like to refer to him as, is certain that you will become a famous musician one day.

When I sit back and think about how loved you are between your daddy’s family and my family I get overwhelmed to the point of tears. You are truly adored to the fullest sense of the word. With the loving and compassionate influences in your life, you will no doubt have the confidence to walk effortlessly into being all of whom God created you to be.

We will never grow tired of watching you and your cousins play and squeal with delight when you see one another. When I become sad about all the dysfunction and hurt in the world I take time out to observe your innocence and the beauty of how you embrace the relationships in your life with pure, unhindered joy. This is especially true when your dad comes home from work! You could care less if Dora is on or not, nothing is going to get in the way of you and your faster than lightening run down that hallway to jump up into his arms. Then you show off for him for the rest of the night in delight.

By far some of our favorite moments with you are bringing you into bed with us in the morning to cuddle. We ask you what your dreams were about and every morning without fail you say “Kendall, Ava and Hadley.” Then we lay there watching the sun glisten in while the “leaves dance around”. These are magical moments we will never forget.

Oh and Choo-Choo trains. We cannot forget to mention your obsession with choo-choo trains. Sometimes I’ll plop you on the El, and we’ll go two stops to Starbucks just to satisfy the desires of your heart. You would think you just had come off a ride at Disneyland afterwards. Simple pleasures

Everyday we grow to love every precious bit of you more. We thank God so deeply for blessing us with a child so full of life, wonderment, laughter and a sense of humor. I learn so much from you in how to be patient, more creative, to slow down and to merely savor the moment for what it is.

Per your request, for your birthday we are celebrating with party hats and cake just like your idol Dora does in your book. We are not just celebrating you on this one day, but everyday in between because you are so unbelievably special to us in ways that we’ll never be able to express in mere words.

You have added a purpose to our lives that will never come close to anything we could have ever imagined or planned for ourselves.

So be nice to your new brother, sleep longer if you are willing, keep laughing your infectious laugh, but other than that don’t change a thing because you are a gift to us and to this world just the way you are.

We love you birthday girl! Happy 2nd birthday!
Mommy & Daddio

Welcome Baby Dean!

Too much has happened to condense into one short blog. I'll give ya the gist. I am due 4 weeks from today - yahoo. Annie and Chris (my brother) had their baby 3 1/2 weeks early on August 17th....Dean Patrick McPartlin. The ICU nurses said they usually don't have to actually part and gel the hair of newborns, let alone ones that are born early....but as you can see he is one stylin' dude. He's so precious and as Evelyn said "SOOOOO TINY". All is well and healthy after a long week in the hospital.

Evelyn is a sand goddess. Her mommy on the other hand, not so much. Just as when I was little, I was content sitting on a towel keeping those pesky sand kernels out of my toes and nails. I did cheer her on from the sidelines though in all her water adventures.

The cousins had a sleepover recently and we discovered that Evelyn is now into dress up. Or should I say she's into whatever her cousins want to do with her. And yes, crazy Aunt Sarah and Uncle Bobby let them dress themselves for a dinner and ice cream outing. The looks we got on the street were priceless. Especially with lil' Hadley's butt hanging out of her tutu. That's all for now, hopefully the next baby picture you will see will be of Dean's new bestfriend.......our lil' man.

July 4th Festivities

Breaking News & Hurry Worries

OH BOY! It's a BOY! No, I did not have the baby munchkin yet, rather we found out the sex this go round. They gave us an up close picture of his genitals....we simply would have believed their word - but I guess they like to go the extra mile and clarify the news with a bit more zest.

We are so excited, a bit nervous - and all of the above. The thing we are looking most forward to is watching Miss Thang interact with her brother. As of right now, she sweetly and slyly lifts my shirt, grins, puts her hand on my belly, giggles and says "Baby Brutha kickin!"....Then she lays her head gently on my swelling tummy, kisses it twice, giggles again and off she is on her way to something more distractingly important.

In my bible study this week we are learning about the importance of Solitude with God. And wouldn't you know it...instead of spending this time silently reflecting, I'm instead busying myself with blogging! ;-) This chapter's reminders helped me to have one of the best days I've had with Sweet Eve!

As activity-oriented people we spend the majority of our time planning and frantically running from one thing to the next. Yesterday I went on Ev's schedule and pace - She told me how much she appreciated it ;-) Toddlers definitely march to a different beat....it's a MUCH slower one, yet they have a more rhythmic, appreciative way of life. Since they are discovering everything for the first time they are so enamoured by every little treasure found. Watching her opened my eyes to wonderment of the day before me.
Evelyn spotted a baby bunny. So we both squatted and just observed it for a very long time. You would think Evelyn was watching the most hysterical and enthralling scene of her life. She'd stare at it with the biggest smile she could muster up, stand up straight, arch her back, grab her belly and let out this huge bellowing laughter. In between her laughter she'd creep up on it and give it her most heartfelt wave. What amazed was how contagious her discovery was to people on the street. Person after person, who originally were rushing to work, stopped dead in their tracks and were enthralled by Evelyn's treasured find. They couldn't help themselves from slowing down, and remembering what it was like to be a child again. One lady even sincerely said "Thank you so much for letting me share in your bunny moment. " It was truly the sweet fragrance of life. Here is the quote from my study that helped me to breathe a bit easier and thoughtfully:

"Hurry is a great enemy of our spiritual life in our day. For most of us, the danger is not that we will renounce our faith. It is that we will become so distracted and rushed and preoccupied that we will settle for a mediocre version of it. Depth always comes slowly; this is simply a truth about human formation. You cannot microwave maturity. Love and hurry are fundamentally incompatible. Love always takes time. Hurry kills love. Hurry prevents us from receiving love from the Father or giving it to his children. In the final analysis, hurry is not just a disordered schedule. Hurry is a disorganized heart."

Outing with Shishka & The Uncles

Evelyn charmed Shishka (Grandpa Majka) and her Uncles - (Tom & Alec) at the Arboretum. It took her all of 5 shy minutes to warm up enough to take them on a self-guided tour of her favorite spots.....Ending the day by skinny dipping in a pond. Take notice everyone else has clothes on - And NO it was not warm out, nor were the waters heated by any means. She's nuts. But with those newfound piggytails I find that I cannot easily deny the sweet girl from any of her heart's desires. She is now an official member of the frigid Polar Bear Club.