Morning View

Sabine, nor I, slept well last night.  Eventually, I brought her into bed with me in hopes we could then both rest.  It must have worked because I didn't stir again until 7:30am when I woke to Marlo calling for me.  I opened my eyes to this lovely sight and reached for my camera.  I snuck out of bed and into the nursery holding my finger to my lips as I whispered sshhhhh to Miss Marlo.  She sshhhhhed back to me with her own finger in front of her lips as she bounced up in down upon her crib mattress.  Back in my own bed, Marlo was delighted at the sight of her sleeping siblings, trouble was, she wanted to play with them.  It was a struggle to keep her from mauling them both, the quiet, peaceful scene above lasted maybe 10 minutes more. 

Sunday Morning

Cesar let me sleep in this morning which was nice, but then we missed the first hour of church.  Hugo informed me that he was "not going to church and I'm serious Mom."  I answered that he was going and I was serious too!  He told me that, "Sacrament is too long.  There are too many songs and it's boring."  I said, "Well, isn't it your lucky Sunday then.  We are missing Sacrament right now, but get dressed because you are going to Primary!"  It was a miracle that he didn't fight me about getting dressed.  It was actually smooth sailing all the way fast forward to the end of third hour.  Today was the Relief Society Visiting Teaching Conference and our meeting was nearly through when into the room burst Hugo looking for me.  He quickly handed off an item his teacher had given him to me so he could run, hands free as a bird, through the halls.  Reverence in the Chapel is not a virtue Hugo is in possession of.

Good Morning!

Hugo's Story

This morning, all five of us were in the nursery as I changed diapers and dressed the girls while Cesar moved the mattress, in both cribs, to the lowest setting (Sabine can pull up to a kneeling position and has been peeping over the crib rail).  Hugo bopped about the floor playing with his sisters.  It was a nice start to our busy day.  Little did we know the story Hugo had for us...

Hugo - Hey Mom, did you know that before I was in your tummy, I was up in heaven with Jesus and Heavenly Father and the Holy Ghost?  I liked to fly around in space!  It was sooo cool!  And then I was like a shooting star and flew into your belly.  Did you know that?

Momma - Wow!  That's a nice story, I really like it.


Hugo - It's not a story silly, it was a dream!

 

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Morning

Sabine was the first to wake this morning.  I carried her into our room to nurse quietly in the big bed.  Promptly, I fell asleep.  I awoke to the sounds of Hugo's squeaky bedroom door opening and his little feet padding (more like thumping!) down the hall.  He didn't enter our room.  

I broke off Sabine to quickly hop out of bed with a feeling that I needed to see what our little boy was up to.  His name was about to roll off my tongue as I rounded the corner of the nursery doorway, when I paused.  What I saw stopped the words in my mouth and my feet upon the floor.  Pure sweetness I witnessed there and then.  Quickly, I did my own padding in retreat to fetch my phone so as to capture the moment for my own remembrance. 

People ask often how Hugo is doing with the girls.  Does he like them?  Is he jealous?  I'm here to say that Hugo Augustus love, loves his two sisters.  He may play rough with them at times but he doesn't mean to be rough.  He smooches and hugs them all - the - time.  He'll fetch toys for them.  He wipes spit-up off their chins.  He tries to help them flip onto their backs when they're frustrated and they've gotten themselves stuck on their bellies.  I can't tell you how many times a day this little boy helps me.  If somebody starts squaking, he runs over and makes baby talk for them.  Or he'll sing to them Old Mac Donald, Twinkle Star, Sunbeam or Gray Squirrel or the Marlo Song or the Sabine Song.  He likes to make heart shapes with his hands and church going people with his fingers.  Sometimes, he plays this weird spitting/sputtering (his own version of a raspberry) game right up close in their faces.  I'm not overly fond of the sputtering game, but it does make the girls laugh.  Nobody can make Marlo and Sabine laugh like Hugo can.

These photos were taken later in the morning.  Just after I'd gotten the girls dressed and downstairs but before I managed to coax Hugo out of his pajamas.

I was reminded of these long ago pics of Hugo.

And I've always liked this one!

Hugo Augustus

Morning Snuggle

I can not keep Hugo away from his sisters. He wants to love on them all - the - time! I have to remind him that the girls have jobs to do, just like he does, of sleeping and nursing and even, a very important job, of playing by themselves. He hasn't been listening so swell. Hugo wants to tickle them and kiss them and smooch on them and nibble at their ears while the girls are busy away at their jobs. For some reason, while I nurse his sisters, Hugo views this time as being perfect for smooches on the girls cheeks. I don't like it so much. Freaks me out some and distracts them. Enough already! I want to yell at him. This makes me feel bad. How lucky we are that our son loves his sisters so. No jealousy so far. I wonder how things will change once both girls are one the move, crawling as fast as they can towards his cars and superheros? It's only a matter of time...

Our Bed

Early this morning I was having trouble sleeping. The alarm clock read 5:47 am and I was awake. I clamped my eyes shut tight and brought the covers higher up around my shoulders. I tried my best to block out the singing birds, Cesar's heavy breathing, my racing mind and hungry tummy - which just wouldn't stop dreaming of blueberry pancakes. I almost made it to never never land when I heard an unmistakable sound. It was a thud really. Just as my feet hit the floor I heard a little cry along with my name. Hugo had fallen out of bed. When I entered his room I was surprised to find him already sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked at me with big, sleepy eyeballs. As I hugged him he wrapped his arms and legs around me in his monkey pose. Sucker me carried him back to our bed. If the hour had been even a smidgen of a wee bit earlier and the sun not so noticeable, I would have tucked him back under his own sheets, promise. I was simply awake you see and wanted a snuggle with our beautiful boy. Trouble was, Hugo only wanted to snuggle with Poppa. So there I lay under my covers once more listening to the birds singing their little hearts out, Cesar's heavy breathing (I swear he didn't hear or notice a thing!), with my mind racing, tummy dreaming and Hugo snuggling. Peace and sleep at last... Then Evie the cat began to yowel, purr and rub her fluffy fur all over my face in anticipation that I would get up and let her outside. Goodness! I decided to try my luck at solitaire on my phone but first paused a moment to admire the scene in my bed. Then quickly and silently snapped this shot of Hugo and his Poppa, all sleepily content together. Couldn't resist. Oh, and by the way, I did make those blueberry pancakes which my tummy had been so hungrily dreaming after!

';[l/ (Hugo's Mark)

The weather has been beautiful the past few days. Warm with no humidity and breezy, breezy, breezy. The nights have been cool and perfect for summer sleeping with the windows open wide.


During daylight hours, Hugo thinks of our bed as his personal jungle gym. He rolls about across its surface. Daily perfects his jumping technique and somersaulting posture. He hides among the pillows all ET like, waiting patiently for me to spy him. He also constructs tunnels under the quilt and leaves little boy toy treasure behind for me to discover.


With the windows wide open Hugo has learned that the sheer curtains blow over the bed with the wind. He hasn't spoken the word wind yet. When the wind blows and he feels it against his skin he'll tell me that, "It's cooollld" and hug his arms to his chest, even if its hot out. Silly boy. Hugo doesn't understand that the wind is moving the curtains. He gets pretty upset when he tries again and again to right the curtains or to simply keep them from covering his current line up of cars. I wonder what his brain is telling him about these pesky curtains? Could they be alive? Could they be possessed? Could they have it out for him and his cars? I find it pretty amusing to watch him battle with the blowing curtains. He bats at them with his hands and arms. He'll yell at the sheer curtains saying, "Stop!". If they continue to persist for too long he'll even use his monster voice.


This week Hugo expressed something new about himself and I've been provoking him ever since to hear his words again.

Tuesday night after Hugo's bath I wrapped him up in his towel and carried him to his dressing table. I hugged him close and set him down to towel him off. He likes the towel to remain covering most of him as I do this because he thinks he's cold. So anyway, I started to massage lotion into his skin like I have after all his previous baths. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by his littleness and how he is my son. Memories of his baby self flooded in and I felt so much love for him. I began to tell him that he was my baby, my special baby and how much I loved him and I'm sure I would have gone on and on except he interrupted me. He said, "I boy!" I stopped and starred at him and went wow, how did he figure that out? I told him he was right, that he was my baby boy. Nope. He didn't like that. He piped right up again with, "I boy!"