A few photos from this weekend. Saturday was especially gorgeous. Look and see...
Jayde crawling toward something that looks dangerous. Jayde has a kinda of thrill-seeker streak in him. He has no fear of anything. I often pick them up and throw them in the air. Blake will start crying if I actually let go of him for a mili-second. Jayde loves it and starts giggling. And again, Jayde's smile lights up his whole face. Almost looks like a different kid when he smiles.
Jayde Bug looks just like a doll here. So adorable the way he's picking the petals of the flower and how his little toes are pointed :)
Jayde is often fascinated by objects and things in the natural world. He can stare for eternity at small things most people never notice. He's enraptured here by a blade of grass.
Blake looking quintessentially luscious here. Exquisite.
Yes, Blakey Blakes, I'm looking at you. My goodness you have an intense stare! People often tell me that Blake has huge eyes. Lane always says Blake has "bedroom eyes." Compared to Jayde, they have never seemed large. However, in photos like this, I do see what people are talking about. So large and dark, they look like doe eyes.
I hope this is the first of many surprise shots I get. What's cool about this shot? Oh, nothing except the fact that Jayde came over to Blake to show him this cool piece of wood he found. And Blake is like "Whoa! super cool. What is it? Where did you get it!?!?" :D
Blake or Blakey Blakes as I call him. He's also known as Mommy's Monkey and Luscious. Blake is Mommy's Monkey because very early on he was able to sit on my hip and latch onto me very firmly like a monkey climbing up a tree. Very at home hitching a ride on mommy's hip. I used to worry when I carried Jade around. Not Blake. Blake was like my little totem or mascot who would come with me everywhere I went. Blake has remarkable motor skills and I suspect will be doing something that involves hand-eye motor/ muscular coordination and strength, such as sports or dancing something. I call him Luscious because Blake's face is just lush. He has this amazing ivory skin color, very dark eyes covered by thick long black lashes and dark red lips. His nose is strange, but at the right angle it looks like a lion's. Very fierce. His nose is deeply masculine and it provides a wonderful complexity to what would otherwise be a sort of saccharinely sweet prettiness that he has. Sometimes when I'm changing him he looks up at me and takes my breath away from me. I think he will be king of whatever jungle he's in.
What can I say about this little guy? There was a period probably from about 8 months until 12 months when Blake was turning into a regular tyrant. He was prone to tantrums etc. It was bizarre. It was like he was going through the terrible twos only he wasn’t even one yet. Every single morning when I got Blake up to put him on the changing table he would start shrieking and wailing and arching his back and trying to throw himself off the table. He would shriek so wildly that I actually thought my ear drums were going to pop. If you've ever seen the movie The Exorcist you'll understand what I was dealing with. I am not kidding. This was going on every single day for months on end. I tried everything to get it to stop. I finally read some articles about how children this age are going through strange emotions and that they often don’t understand the powerful feelings they are having. Forcing him to lie still for 10 minutes so I could change him was driving him crazy because all he wanted to do was roam and explore. He was constantly watching what Jade was doing and would follow him. If Jade grabbed a toy, Blake would take it from him. He threw tantrums whenever he didn’t get what he wanted. He was a veritable enfant terrible.
During this time I was very grateful for Jade. Jade began to come out of his shell and interact with the world. It is all very ironic because in the first six months when Jade was so sick I was very grateful for Blake. Blake is what got me through that difficult period. And then suddenly they switched roles.
But something amazing happened a few months ago. My Blakey Blakes came back to me. That sweet little baby he was when he was six months old came home again. He just woke up one morning after some developmental leap and when I put him on the changing table he only murmured a bit and let me change him and dress him like a normal infant. He actually started giggling and playing games with me. It was astonishing. Like a light switch was suddenly flipped on. And since then he has just become remarkably sweet. And when they do wrestle for toys, Blake is now the one crying. Jayde digs in and won’t let go. Jayde has a wicked little grip on him and a fierce will and determination. Seriously. He is indomitable. You can’t win when Jade decides to go against you. And I can tell that even though Blake is taller and much heavier, Blake feels powerless against Jayde’s will. They will begin a tug of war and then Blake will just give up and start crying. And my heart goes out to him. Jayde has somehow figured out that the name of the game is stamina. If he can outlast Blake, he’ll win. He holds on with his iron grip and won’t let go. Little Jayde, it would seem, is the dominant one between the two of them.
When he and Jayde were fighting over a toy recently, I said to Blake “Can you share the toy with Jayde? Can you give the toy to Jade?” Blake looked at me very seriously as if he totally understood me, turned and handed Jayde the toy with a smile. He genuinely seems happy to give Jayde a gift. And he also likes to share his food with me. He picks up pieces of his food and tries to feed me. And if he succeeds in getting a piece of food in my mouth he starts shrieking with joy. As everyone remarks in daycare, Blake is just sooo happy. He’s always happy and bubbly now. I can only hope this lasts.
The main thing that’s fascinating about Blake is that he’s able to do some complex problem solving. A few weeks ago he just decided he was going to open the door to the nursery and walk out of there. The problem is he’s not tall enough to reach the handle. So what did he do? He went over to the cribs, got a box, placed the box infront of the door, opened the handle and walked out into the hall. My jaw dropped open. He had barely started walking and the next thing I know he’s got free run of the house.
The photos I include here are from a hike we all took in Mount Diablo last weekend. Blake and Jayde were able to hang out and hike with their cousins and aunt all day. I have an all-terrain stroller and yes I pushed them all the way to the top!
Yesterday something pretty darn cool happened. I picked up Jayde who has been so sick lately from the changing table and instead of simply holding on to me, he reached his arm around my next. No way to explain it, but it felt almost like a real hug. I’ve been kind of waiting for the moment when they wouldn’t just hold onto me but would actively “hug” me or at least understand the difference between a “hold” and a “hug.” Jayde was definitely hugging me.
I call Jayde the "Jayde Bug"—think June Bug and you’ll get where I’m going with this. But most of the time I just call him Bug or Cuddle Bug or Luv Bug :) People joke that Jayde is a “momma’s boy.” In fact, when I was moving recently, one of the movers saw Blake and Jayde in their cribs, and he took one look at Blake and said “He’s really independent, right?” And he took one look at Jayde and said, “He needs his Momma.” He said this without reservation. As if it was some preordained truth. And I was shocked because at the time that’s exactly how they were. Things have really changed with Blake lately. But wow…Jayde does need his “momma.” He often just cries and won’t stop until he’s sitting on my lap with his head resting on me. And then he does this adorable thing where he buries and rubs his face into my neck or chest or whatever.
These are some photos I took of Jayde on my birthday, on March 13. That means…Jayde was exactly 15 months at the time I took these pictures. I was hoping to capture this kind of magical essence Jayde has—that inner Luv Bug.
I’m so happy today. I just found out that I won the Revvie award for my Social Campaign. They are going to be featuring me and my campaign throughout the entire Marketing Nation 2014 conference. I’m getting VIP access and will be honored at a huge lunch on April 9th. Hillary Clinton is the keynote speaker! Super psyched!
I’ve chosen one of my favorite newer photos “Field of Dreams” to go with this post. I love the idea of sitting in a beautiful grassy field looking up at purple powdery clouds and blue stars just beginning to shine and dreaming. Our dreams keep us alive and keep us whole. They are truly the one thing that can never be taken from us. I’ll relay a poem that I know by heart. It’s a poem I studied in the 8th grade. In fact I wrote an essay on it. I remember being so moved by it then. When my teacher returned my paper to me, he asked me to see him after class. He thought I had plagiarized my essay because he said it was so good no one my age could have written it. Yup. True story. So here’s the poem that really ignited my interest in poetry.
“Dreams” by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if they die
Like is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
Hold fast to dreams
For if they go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
I hope you never stop dreaming ;)
Yup two little fannies in some Santa Jammies :P This is a shot of Blake and Jade opening up a present together on Christmas 2013. Not sure really why this one is so cute to me, but maybe it's because you can see Blake's diaper hanging out or that they are taking all the present unwrapping business so seriously. Either way-- oh em gee! effing cute!!!