Let Me Tell You About My Other Brother

For awhile now, I’ve been sharing what’s on my heart about the tragic loss and aftermath of losing my brother Eric. But here’s the thing. God not only blessed me with one amazing brother, but with two. My brother Luke is five years older than me, and although we fought like crazy when we were young, I consider him one of my best friends now. And today is his birthday.

If I could turn back time, I would have a puppy party with him at sunset after finishing the dishes, share a bowl of ramen noodles in front of the wall furnace, fix a bowl of cockadoodledoo, watch back-to-back episodes of Star Trek (Captain Picard only, please), and sing every song in the Jungle Book sound track at the top of our lungs. These are only a few of the inside jokes and memories we share, and I realize now how lucky I am to have so many.

I love you Luke, and I am the luckiest girl in the world to have you for a brother. You’re one of the smartest, kindest, most generous people I know.

 

Happy Birthday big brother!

 

Then…

 

…and now!

One thing leads to another…

I can SO relate to this. (from cafemom.com)

Playing…leads to…stealing…leads to…screaming…leads to…pushing…leads to… refereeing…leads to…hugging…leads to…biting…leads to…crying…leads to…scolding…leads to…more crying…leads to…feeding…leads to…flinging…leads to…cleaning…leads to…bathing…leads to…splashing…leads to…whining…leads to…more crying…leads to…Googling “at-home vasectomy.”

If we don’t laugh, we’ll cry, so might as well find the funny!

The Unsqueaky Wheel Gets Some Grease

This face. Love this face!

I’d like to tell you about Erica. My second born. Her big sister gets all of the attention on momma’s blog, but little sister is a personality all her own. Anna is my squeaky wheel, mainly because she is three, and challenges and delights my mind in ways I never knew possible.

Just tonight, Anna told me, “Mom! I just saw an angel! In the sky! It was a girl. She had magic in her ears!” When asked the angel’s name, she replied, “Water bottle.” See? There she goes, stealing the spotlight from a post about how her little sister never gets the attention. Anyhoo…

Erica is a delight. A chubby, bubbly toddling bundle of energy and curiosity. How do I love Erica? Let me count the ways:

1. I love how she passionately embraces and smooshes her face into any stuffed animal placed in her arms. She loves her teddy bears with a passion.

2. She’s an enthusiastic and adventurous eater, often running to her high chair at the mention of food.

3. Her eyes crinkle and sparkle at the sight of nearly any animal, and she lets out a “Wheeeaaahh!” Her first word was dog. :-)

4. The gap between her front teeth is completely adorable, and gives her a smile that sets her apart from the rest.

5. She is the best hugger. She thrusts her chunky arms up at me, and flails her head back until I scoop her up. Then, she wraps those same chunky arms around my neck, nuzzles her face into my collarbone, and coos, “Maa..maa.”

6. Her little baby booty is the cutest thing ever. Others often think her diaper is in need of a change, but it’s just her plump little bottom.

7. I can’t stop kissing her smooth, round cheeks (on her face). I’ll do it 100 times a day until she’s old enough to tell me to stop (and then I’ll do it 101).

8. Her giggle is infectious. And once she starts, she has a hard time stopping herself. She literally cracks herself up.

9. I love the way she brings me her shoes and expectantly sits down, as if merely putting her shoes on will convince me we’re going somewhere. It often does.

10. She watches her big sister, and tries to mimic her crazy dances, head banging in the car seat, and even her screaming tantrums. And there goes Anna, stealing attention away from her sister again. :-)

Me and my chunkaroo.