Posts in Category: Wyndham
Wyndham is turning four on Friday. FOUR. Just never-mind. I’m not going to wax poetic about the state of my mind concerning this leap from toddler-hood into child-hood.
Not when there’s a super-cool Magic School Bus Party theme to attend to. A ‘Sense’Sational’ themed Magic School Bus party at that. Sensory and science games for kindergarteners, fun fun. Perhaps not everyone’s cup of tea, with all the mess.
The mess was already worth it days ago from the absolute JOY Wyndham has displayed in having this theme for his birthday party. The minute his gorgeous bigs eyes saw the invitations I made for him to hand out at school…Oh my. Lets just say I had one of those fleeting, ‘I’m a Super-Mom’ moments…
Nick Sherman. He’s a fine cross of Ray LaMontagne meets John Mayer, except he’s Anishinaabe – so way better.
Or do I?
I was introduced to him at ANDPVA’s last Red Revue at The Sister in Toronto. It was also on this night that I was introduced to the greatness that is Dr. James Luna. If you don’t know about this award winning, Pooyukitchum (Luiseño) and Mexican-American performance artist and multimedia installation artist – you should.
I was lucky enough to have had the Digging Roots time-warp encapsulate him on his way back home from a big tour, wherein he played all night at our neighbourhood block party. Along with DRoots. (Video after the jump!)
This. The pure and absolute joy of a toddler and their baby sister riding high on the fumes of summer. Sweet, hot, simple summer.
Seemingly made just for little ones.
When we first arrived in Mexico, we thought our young lad would be all about the water. Having experienced his fear of the water last summer season back home at our local beach, we were active in helping him overcome those fears, gently, without force. Our patience and calm nature seemed to work and by the end of the summer Wyndham was frolicking about in the waves without a care in the world.
Which is why we thought that this summer he’d be ready to attempt learning some swimming with us, use a paddle-board, maybe some head under water action. We especially thought he’d be stoked with all of the pools and miles of beach we are surrounded with here in Mexico.
First rule of parenting that we keep learning over and over again?
Never think you have it all figured out, or that you have a routine. Because little humans are just like us big ones who have the right to change our minds about what we fancy, when we want to sleep and eat, etc.
No matter how much we may think he’d have a splendid time splashing about in the pool with us, his sister, his cousin, other family and friends – it was important for us to remember that we can’t push our own expectations onto our little guy. While there may be a large number of little ones who joyously take to the water, there are also a bunch of babies and toddlers who would rather be doing anything else. Anything. Which is completely normal.
It’s been 10 months since Wyndham became a big brother and what a joy it has been to watch them grow together, and discover their love for each-other. At times, stepping in as the referee is less enchanting – usually to keep Wyndham from launching blocks at his little sister’s head…but that all comes with the territory, right?
Being so close in age; 2 1/2 (Wyndham) and 10 months (Abby), I’m starting to hit a stride. One that savours all of the precious moments and pauses on being too reactionary when Wyndham gets physical with his little sister. We’re all just figuring this out together as a family, with as much love and positivity that we can muster. Which isn’t hard really – most of the time, except when it isn’t. Moms of littles close in age out there, I know ya feel me.
With my exciting new writing gig with Disney Baby (starts next month!) I wanted to provide some of the audience I’ll be connecting with there, a real, visual sense of who we are as a family and of our littles as siblings. The best part about all of this is, it doesn’t even feel like work! I mean, talking about my babies? Sharing tips with other Momma’s out there? Right up my alley. Without further ado, here are some of my favourite pictures of Abby and Wyndham over the past 10 months. Family pics up next week…enjoy!
We’re a motley crew over here, which includes our wears. Try as I might, I cannot resist the pull any longer to begin a weekly small style post. Because really – little threads are just so darned cute. I also love taking pictures of my children, so. I guess I should have hopped on the band-wagon long ago.
It is I. I who posts days late. Perhaps one day I will actually make the milestone posts on the day of, not anytime soon though. Nay. I suppose that’s just not how I roll.
My baby boy is now officially a toddler. Entering into boy-hood. My word but it has happened fast. The love I have for him is so intense. So overwhelmingly delicious and gratifying. Soul completion right there. This having children stuff. Two years ago this past Tuesday, November 15, our son Wyndham was born.
Yea, I know I’m well past good timing on this post. No matter. I had all these grand plans for Hallowe’en. Given that I am a huge fan of the occasion. Back in the day, y’know – when I had more time for side-line crafty affairs, I would make my own costume. Of more recent years, I would craft up mine and Last Haloween I even managed to make mine and the BSM’s as well as the WSL’s .
Not so much this year. Although I desperately wanted to. And felt guilt about not doing it. Why is that? Why do we moms feel the need, (well not all moms I suppose, but many) – feel like we have to live up to some glorified Martha-Stewart-dom? Perhaps it was more a feeling like I’ve been slighted. Slighted by myself and the crazy schedule/calendar that I make for myself. Slighted because such things as making Hallowe’en costumes, are things that I truly want to do. Things that bring me great pleasure.
Oh, my little guy. In no particular order, view the summer of our dear sweet baby boy. Yes. He’s still my baby.
With such a small age gap, ( between Abigail and her bro, I had my worries.) Uneasy about the changes to be thrust at our young lad, really still a baby himself (21 months). Anticipating jealousy, vowing to make sure I made the time for him that he deserves. Newborn or no.