Showing posts with label bonding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bonding. Show all posts

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Sometimes I Worry...

about our boys growing into adults, and not being close.

Mica is very independent. He's the type that thinks he can handle everything on his own. Except when it comes to getting food. Then he's like, "I'm hungry. Can you get me something to eat?"

Isaak likes a buddy. Isaak has cried a few times because he didn't want to be "alone" when he grows up. He wants to live with us the rest of his life. At this point in his life it's ok to think that in my book. He'll change his mind later.

Isaak wrote this letter for Mica before Christmas:


"frim" = "from"

Isaak handed it to Mica. I heard Mica accept it. Then later Isaak handed me the letter and said, "Mica doesn't want this. Do you?" I took it.

It melted my heart. Family is so important to me. I want them to be close forever and always. They are their only siblings.

Daddy's not close with his sister, but I'm really close with mine.

It breaks my heart that Daddy is not close with his only sibling. It's not like the fight. They just don't communicate. It is what it is.

Some people only want to hang with who is in their life at that moment of time. All others are not bad, just simply not part of their life. They push them away.

Sure there are times I don't see eye to eye with my sisters. We always make a mends. Soon after we argued about something, we're back to laughing. We're not perfect. No one is.

My Dad (Grandpa to the boys) grew up with a Dad (Great Grandpa to the boys) that wouldn't talk to his brother (Great Uncle to the boys). The two grown men fought over farm land. My Dad would go and visit each one separately clear into adulthood. He wouldn't talk about seeing one, with the other.

My Grandpa was a Christian Scientist. They don't believe in going to the doctor. My Grandma died shortly after having my Dad. When she passed away, a police man was called because someone knew her parents would want my Grandpa harmed at that funeral. If he took her to the hospital she may not of died. At a young age my Dad would take the bus to go see his Mother's side of the family. He was so young, and he had many stops before he got to his destination. His Mother's family didn't even know he was coming, or what he looked like. They accepted him. They had nothing good to say about my Grandpa.

We've had our family feuds.

My only hope is that Mica and Isaak will see how very important family is to me. They will have that common link. I hope for them to stay close as they get older. I know all kids bicker. Many change as they age.

It seems like society progresses in some ways, and degresses in others. I feel like the newish generation is more open minded than ever. Sometime other things get in the way that tear people apart (drugs, depression, steeling and so on). Those outside demands can break up relationships.

I'm hoping my children don't fight over something silly. I hope they realize how important they are to one another. Life is too short to let distance, or fighting over farm land to get in the way.

Do you get along with your family?

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

This Picture Captures Them the Best


I was going to toss the photo away. Then I said to myself, This captures them best. They move around like crazy.

Mica always has some Lego construction that he wants to show me. He flies them in the air, and makes sound effects the whole time.

Isaak bounces much like Tigger from Winnie the Pooh. He cleans his room, then 15 minutes later his room is a mess again. The boy is always, "Making" something.

Even when they do something that usually is pretty still, they move all over. Here they are reading a book.

Isaak leaned over, hugged Mica and said, "Thank you for reading to me. I love you." A rare action. Isaak does love Mica. Mica just doesn't give Isaak too much attention. Mica's always wanted his own space. When Mica reads Isaak a book before bed it means the world to Isaak.

No photo can capture that! They move around too much.

I got one photo of them not moving too much, but I like the one above because those sons of mine never stop moving. That's who they are.


Monday, January 7, 2013

Bovers

I have to say that the boys have gotten along pretty good this break! I don't know if it's all the new toys they got; that are keeping them occupied, or if they are just growing up a bit?

I've always been envious of my sister's kids connecting more than my own. Elijah was born, and his brother Evan got in his face kissing and telling him he was cute all the time. As soon as Elijah was big enough to walk, he was accepted as one of the big kids. Mica could care less about babies at the time. He did his best to stay away from Isaak. I tried including him. Then when Isaak was old enough to walk, Mica called him a baby. He wouldn't allow him to play with him.

It just seems like they are playing better together. More so than they used to. As soon as I say something like, "WOW you boys are playing so good together!" they start fighting soon after. I should just keep my mouth shut. Enjoy the peace.

Mica said, "Isaak you're a friend to me now." Isaak said, "You're not my friend! You're my bover." *brother

The other day I said, "You two are so cute!" Isaak said, "Mom I'm the only one that's cute. I'm the smallest. Smaller things are cute." I replied with, "Well you're a cute 4 year old and Mica's a cute 7 year old. How about that?" Isaak said, "I guess so."

Whenever I give Isaak a snack, he asks for more to give it to Mica.

With all that being said, they still wrestle, kick, punch and hit. They happily do these things until someone gets hurt; then it's over. Isaak wants me to feel sorry for him; just about every time. He sticks out his bottom lip and says, "Mica punched me!" My response every time is, "What did you do to him?" I don't feel too sorry for either one, when they both took part in it. Some of that is just being boys though.

Here's a unedited Christmas photo of the bovers *brothers:


Friday, July 23, 2010

Wash Those Hands!

  • In the past few weeks Mica has really stepped up to the plate to be a good big brother. 
  • I think it's really helped that their cousin's are out of town; it gives Mica and Isaak more bonding time with less competition. 

  • I heard the boys in the bathroom talking:
  • Mica: Isaak you should try and go potty after me.
  • Isaak: O tay Bica. Translation: Ok Mica.
  • Mica: Now we need to wash our hands Isaak. Now that Daddy put in a new facet we can wash our own hands. Come on step up on the stool.
  • Isaak: O tay Bica.
  • Mica and Isaak: They sang the alphabet together. (That's how long you're supposed to wash your hands you know).
  • Mica: Ok Isaak step down and dry your hands on your towel. (there's a hand towel on the sink, but that's ok).
  • Isaak: O tay Bica.
  • How cute is that?
  • It's moments like these that make me smile. :)

Monday, July 19, 2010

They're Out of Town and it isn't Such a Bad Thing

Bonding Time
  • Aunt Terra, Uncle Tyson, Nephew's Evan and Elijah all went on a cruise to Alaska. Very cool!
  • Those folks leaving means we don't have a babysitter for 4 days. 
  • I took some time off of work to cover for Aunt Terra.
  • It's kind of nice because it forces Mica and Isaak to play with each other more. 
  • Mica and Evan are the same age. Elijah thinks he's one of the big boys. That leaves Isaak as the odd one out. 
  • When they are all together Mica says that Isaak can't play because he's a baby. Aunt Terra said, "Elijah is the same age as Isaak." Evan and Mica were like, "Really?" 
  • I feel for the little guy! No one likes being left out. Trust me we've talked, and read books to Mica all about including people. 
  • A wonderful thing happened. Mica's been asking when Isaak is getting up from his nap? It's like he just can't wait for someone to play with. 
  • Now they aren't perfect, and have argued too. They are different ages, so they are bound to play different. 
Potty Time
  • Another great thing has happened as a result of Aunt Terra being out of town. I've left Isaak nude on the bottom half. He's been going potty by himself for 2 1/2 days! 
  • He had a little puddle on the floor this morning, and said, "Potty!" He went and finished up in the bathroom. I'm ok with that! I don't know if he will stay this trained when he's at someone's house. He will be clothed then. But I'm happy he's potting himself here!

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