Four years ago, you were born on a snowy, wintery day. You are my first son. From the minute they left you alone on the warmer, and you were alert, but quiet, and you draped your leg over the edge like you were just “hanging out, dude”… from that moment, I knew you were a laid back kid. I had a hunch you would be “just like your daddy” and you really are in so many respects.
For starters, you’re the spittin’ image:
|All of my boys in Nov 2012|
|Dominic at 3 years 11 months|
I have been known to say that I carried you in my womb for 9+ months, but that’s pretty much the only obvious way to tell you’re not a Craig-Clone. 🙂
But not only are you a look-alike model of your daddy, you are compassionate and sweet and oh-so-smart! You have a wit that most people would die for. You find the perfect opportunity to say something funny and you make people laugh. You are happy and full of beautiful life!
You have taught me so much.
You started preschool this year…wow!
|Dominic all ready for his 1st day of preschool!|
|Dominic with his preschool teacher|
You have such a way with people and it’s amazing because you are so young! You like to make faces…
|Dominic’s “Home Alone” face|
|Dominic’s pensive look|
I could never have imagined all the blessings bestowed on our family because you are here. You’re a wonderful baby brother to your sisters and a loving big bro to Vincent. You’re a sensitive boy who avoids getting in trouble or having to sit in time-out.
You have the sweetest demeanor about you…
My last post kind of stuck in my craw for a bit. I don’t like writing about the hard parts of having children. I don’t like acknowledging publicly that I have a hard time with these crazy pre-adolescent years. But the fact of the matter remains that it’s a big unknown for me, and just like the ages that come before, there will be parts that I like, parts that I could do without and overall, I’ll be glad when the teenage years for each of my children are finished.
So, there are a few cute things I have noticed lately that I wanted to share. Namely, how cute is it that Sarah has a crush on someone?
Quick Side note: It was NEVER considered “cute” to have a crush on a boy in my house when I was growing up. I had crushes on boys but I NEVER admitted it publicly where my parents were concerned. They were always adamant that I “didn’t know what I was talking about” when it came to my feelings for boys. They could never see a crush for what it was — a crush. Nothing more, nothing less. I thought a boy was cute, I was way too shy to talk to him face-to-face, but was thrilled to have a regular phone conversation with one boy during 7th grade. When my mom found out that I actually liked the boy that was calling the house every evening, she did a lot to try and persuade herself – and in due course – me that there was nothing serious about it, it didn’t mean anything, it was just silly childhood games, etc. Of course, looking back, I don’t necessarily see my parents’ attitudes on the subject as the most healthy way to address it with me, therefore, I have chosen a different tactic with my Sarah, so far.
Sarah has a crush. She admitted as much on Instagram one day. I informed my sisters and Craig. Then I asked Sarah if she realized she’d been rather public with her declaration — to the point that her mom and dad knew who and all that stuff. She affirmed her knowledge of this fact and left it at that. She’s pretty private that way.
As the kids get older, I am always looking for those things where I can relate to them a little bit. Even though their lives are their own, their experiences are their own, I want to be able to remember what it was like to be in that place. I realize that I, too, experienced some of those things (the good and the bad unfortunately) and try to walk with my children through these times in their lives.
So, I have to admit that knowing Sarah has this crush on a boy thrills me in that part of my heart that yearns for similarity with my daughter. I remember my crushes when I was 11 and 12 and 13 and….well, you get the picture. I remember being too shy to talk to anyone about it. I remember how my heart pounded when I got phone calls.
I also remember how my heart felt when the boy that called me during 7th grade told me that he wasn’t going to call me anymore. Interestingly enough, as I look back, I realize that I got over that pretty quick, but I do remember that little twinge I felt at rejection.
And so…there’s that.
Another thing that really warms my heart recently is how much love is being shown to my 3-year-old Dominic. He is in preschool at our parish school so he has the opportunity to interact with the boys in Sarah’s class. And they sure do seem to enjoy him a lot.
Here are a few of the things:
1. Sarah told me that the kids in her class have her bring Dominic to where they can see him as they pass through the hall to go to their carline in the afternoons after school. They like to wave at him. I have no idea what shenanigans he is doing as they wave and call to him, but I’m sure he’s entertaining them somehow.
2. When we got out of Mass Saturday, Dominic left the pew and received hugs from one girl in Sarah’s class, then another girl came up and asked Dominic for a hug, too. He then paraded around the parish hall getting high fives and hugs from older kids in the school who were at Mass.
3. I was checking stuff on the Sycamore site for school. They have a section that says “blogs” that is NOTHING like a real blog. Anyway, one of the boys posted this:
|My son – a boss, LOL|
4. And finally, Sarah has been collecting Dominic’s autographs for kids in her class which cracks me up. I am not sure which I find more interesting – the fact that Dominic is able to write his own name so well or the fact that a bunch of 11 and 12-year-old kids want a copy of it. Additionally, she’s been taking lots of pictures of Dominic and putting together cute pictures collages of him.
Here is one:
I guess I took an unintended Blog Break! I’m not sure how regular I’ll be here as we steam-roll into school year 2012-13, volleyball and everything else that makes blogging appear to be exactly what it is — a hobby I do if I have some “spare” time.
But here’s an update on the family.
Craig — We are very excited that Craig will have new days off starting the middle of this month. He actually gets Friday nights off! I knew it was too much to hope he’d get any weekend nights off…the Hospitality industry just doesn’t work that way. But, he will have Thursday and Friday off every week! This is
totally awesome, OMG, I just have to SQUEEEEE!!! excellent for our family, I think. You see…for the last 9 years, Craig’s regular schedule has included all weekend nights. I just accepted it as part and parcel of his job. So, when they asked for preferences and he asked for Friday as his one day off during the week he’d like to get, I was skeptical he’d get it, but…he did!! This change effectively gives us about half the weekend together, as a family, each week. Since Craig won’t be working until 3:00 a.m. or even a graveyard shift on Friday nights, he will be up and about and able to help with the humongous amount of running around a Saturday requires for a family like ours (Ballet lesson at 9:00, Guitar lesson at 12:00, volleyball games, potentially Mass, birthday parties, etc. etc. etc.)
And, Craig is also training to run a marathon. I’m not sure which one he is training to run, but he wants to do it, so I am supportive. His new schedule should be helpful for his long runs.
Sarah — Entering 6th grade on the 15th, and her volleyball practices start Wednesday. I measured her last night after having her stand back-to-back with me and discovering she was to the top of my neck and she is 59 inches! I am not sure why that shocks me. I mean, she’s 11. But she has done some serious growing this summer. I have been tracking all the girls weights and heights every 3 months or so. July 29 was the last “weigh-in” date and Sarah had gained about 2 pounds in 3 months. I figured that was about right. But Saturday I noticed that Sarah looked different in a skirt she has worn all summer to Mass. And then I was observing her yesterday afternoon and I just thought, “Wow, she looks so different…” So I asked her to go weigh herself and let me know what it said. Do you know, that girl gained almost 4 pounds in a week? So, I’m not sure how much of her height happened this week, but that just blew me away.
Of course, along with physical changes come the emotional changes. Sarah really is a good girl. I fear that I react to that entire age group so much differently than she does. I find that certain things said (or not said) to Sarah by her peers make me sad/worrisome/angry and she doesn’t see it the same way I do. I’m not sure why that is. But this is my first trek into teenage-girl world with my daughters, and I’m learning as I go. I am definitely witnessing the generation gap. *sigh*
Now that Sarah has her iPod, I realize that I hardly get any pictures of her. Hmmm. need to fix that. But here’s one of her with her siblings and some cousins from this summer.
|13 of the 18 Poliquin-side kids|
Dani — Entering 3rd grade on the 15th. She has shot up this summer, too, though I didn’t measure her yesterday since she wasn’t feeling well. She seems to feel her physical growing pains a bit more accutely than Sarah. And, I think we have a little bug moving through the house as each of us has been a little bit “under the weather” recently. Dani gets to start learning volleyball this year and she is excited about that. Add that to the huge leap that occurs from 2nd to 3rd grade academically and the next few months will probably be big for her. Dani is getting better at swimming, too, as she progressed to the sessions where they start working on actual strokes.
|Dani with her cousin that’s her age from SC|
Helen — Entering 1st grade on the 15th. Just like the rest of the kids, she’s grown, but I haven’t checked her height (I think I was just so shocked at Sarah…) She is a reading fool! She really enjoyed The Magic Treehouse books this summer. She wears a skirt every day. I think it is because they are more comfortable for her. Most shorts and pants just don’t fit her body type too well right now. She began taking Classical Ballet last Saturday. She’ll have a class every Saturday with other 6-year-olds. She is very excited about it. She’s become a better swimmer all summer with her lessons. She was all over the pool like a fish last week when we went to hang out with some friends.
Dominic — Entering preschool next week. He will get to go three full days a week. He is very excited about it. His favorite things to play with are his cars — specifically his Lightning McQueens (he has a few of them…ahem). He’s such a sweet little boy. One night he came to me with one of the girls’ Nintendo DS things and asked me if he could play with it. I told him to ask Dani (it looked like Dani’s). So I hear him go in the other room and ask Dani (very nicely…with “please” and everything). I hear Dani tell him that he can play with it. So as he is walking back toward the room I was in, I hear him say, “Dani, you are too good to me. Yeah, you are SO too good to me.” 🙂
|Future’s So Bright — He’s gotta wear shades|
Vincent — is 13 months! Oh my. And he is walking all over the place now. He still has that funny gait where he kind of flings his feet out as he walks. Soooo. Cute. I walked in the door yesterday and he comes at me all feet flinging out with his arms up with the “pick-me-up now” grunts. Be still my heart.
|Found a spot just for him — haha|
|My baby boy and me|
I will begin a new role at my company this week. It’s exciting and scary all at the same time. Regardless of how scary it might be…there’s nothing to complain about with forward motion. I will tackle it with the same zeal I tackle other things in my life: Bring it on!
Have a great week!
Mommy: (Sighs) “Well, Dominic, what kind of underwear do you want?”
Of course you do.
And even that exchange reminded me of my relationship with God, at times. Sometimes I wonder if He feels like He must ask me, “Do you love me?”
They gave us a prescription for pain medicine. And he sat on the couch the rest of the afternoon watching Super Why and Dora the Explorer. We went to our parish’s Spaghetti Dinner tonight and he sat there without complaint for the three hours we were there. Seriously…for my son to sit there and not complain and try to get down and move around is a miracle and it means his leg REALLY HURTS. 😦
I think from now on, I’ll probably go running when I hear him fall or cry. Well, at least for awhile. I wish I’d noticed right when it happened that he needed to go to the hospital. But I guess it helped out that we waited until today so Craig didn’t call in to work. Interesting how that sort of stuff works out.