"mommy ran from a bug"

well it finally happened ....
  my actions were openly laughed at by my three year old.
    for several minutes, and then as memory recalled for the rest of the morning.

here's the story:
Wyatt and I strolled around the backyard this morning, a usual occurrence these days. Wyatt asked his usual questions about flowers, grass, bugs, and yes stomping on snails. As we started playing with his new kid sized shovels a yellow-jacket bumble bee came buzzing by.   I (having been stung by those bees when young) ran around the yard with a bit of a scream. Wyatt just watched in confusion.  The bee darted back the flowers and then at me again ... to which i again did the "avoid the bee dance."  This time Wyatt couldn't help but laugh.

I tell Wyatt that bug is a bumble bee and it can hurt you. He then runs to the bee to get a closer look as I trek to the other side of the lawn to use the shovels in the other landscape. As he starts to follow me I hear the laughter continue ... as well as a "mommy ran from a bug"

For the next two hours Wyatt would uncontrollably loose it in laughter
  and as I would smile at him he would look at me and say "mommy ran from a bug"

I can only hope this is not a first memory of my very sweet boy.

brotherly love

we've said several times since haden entered our family,
               "he just loves him too much"



















since week one, Wyatt's two questions in the mornings have been
                      "is daddy working"
                    "where is baby haden"

















of course it's not all wonderful:
three times he has tried to carry a crying "baby ha-nan" to mommy
and it has taken months to get Wyatt to not scream
           "HADEN WAKE UP"




















never once has asked for us to give him back
never once has he been mean
he always looks at him with such a deep and amazing love




















my only fear in leaving the two of them alone in the same room
is that haden is still to fragile for wyatt's strength

wyatt wants to hug and kiss and hold and love haden
and he wants to share his toys
he WANTS haden to be wherever he is

blessed are we
  oh how very blessed
     how do you ever say enough thanks for this?





















for there is nothing as great and sweet as a big brothers love

one average kid

I cannot help but contemplate and dwell on the fact that I have two wonderful kids.
Oh so very different, but special and beautiful each in their own, very individual ways.

My first born. WYATT ...  He is a month away from 3.  He is larger than life in his personality and his sense of humor. Even from an early age he would 'get' the jokes that daddy would do with him ... and he would excite himself at the chance to do the joke back. His smile is contagious and his laugh is loud.  From the first movements inside my belly he was strong and active. By the 8th month in uttero he could pop daddy's hand off my stomach with his strong kicks.  At six weeks old we were able to prop him up in standing positions. Physically strong! .... but Wy is so much more. He is kind and loving. He is compassionate and has a desire to serve. As soon as Wy could crawl he would take toys to all the kids in the room, as if wanting no one to be without. As a walker he was willing and anxious to share his cheerio snacks. As a big brother I have never seen such love and compassion from any sibling before. I admire my 2 year old.

Then there is Haden ... Just two weeks from 3 months old.  In uttero he was calm, it was after 7 months that dad finally felt him roll.  He already looks like his big brother, but so different too.  Haden is mellow and chill. He falls asleep on us. He hardly cries from boredom,  and can be in the swing or vibrating chair for hours! He coos and smiles at you. He already melts hearts with his two defined Rocha dimples. He lets Wy awkwardly hold him and never fusses when Wy insists on kissing him 25 times a day.  Haden's favorite thing is to simply be held, and gently pat ... by anyone,  followed closely by a gentle rub down his tummy.



Wyatt was born an average size, but quickly climbed the growth charts to be over 95% in both height and weight. Today I look at him and don't see a toddler that should be 3, but of a boy that is tall, strong, active, coordinated, and looks as if he's 4 or even 5. Within the next month all his clothes must be traded out for 4t sizes.
Now Haden is tiny. Born under 5 pounds. He bottoms out the charts in both height (less than 1%) and in weight (less than 5%).  I am hopeful he will start to wear 0-3m clothes soon. TODAY he fit perfectly in the newborn jammie that he came home from the hospital in.


So ... when you take my 95% and my less than 5% ... you get one perfectly average kid.

 But I don't want an average kid.


I only want my Wyatt and Haden.

a family of four

it's been a few days shy of 4 weeks.

we are now a family of four.
life is forever better
more challenging

and more blessed

The start of something new.

Alright ... it's time.  It's time that I do what so many others are doing, and I frankly enjoy reading.
I'm starting a blog.

I don't know exactly what will appear on this, but I am sure that it will be full of the joys, laughter, struggles, and fun we have as a family.

There isn't much left to say besides the two guys I love the most are playing and I cannot help but want to watch.