Enzo | better together...

For Diego on your Fourth Birthday

Aug 292011

Diego's best smile!

Dear Diego,

Your fourth year has been this wild rush of transformations that leave me dizzy and bewildered and so proud of the person you are becoming. Your list of “can dos” is so long and so varied that I now have no hope of keeping track. You can ride a bike, you can swim the length of the pool at the Y, you can sled down a snowy mountain at great speed, you can recite and recognize your letters and know what sounds they make, you can get dressed on your own – even down to your shoes!, you can ride Eclipse without a lead line, you can pour your cereal and milk, you can buckle your self into your carseat, you can sing songs that I’ve never even heard, you can draw cartoons and tell stories. Sometimes I look at you and it’s like you have grown taller and increasingly mature over the course of a minute! You have become a bit more reserved with strangers and yet, when you warm up to your surroundings, you ham it up, trying to win over anyone who might not have been charmed simply by your presence. You have nearly left awkward behind, becoming quick and lithe, whether jumping off of a curb or navigating the playground. Nowhere is this more profoundly evident to me than at gymnastics where you can go from doing the splits to swinging effortlessly from the high bar then letting your self free fall into “the pit”. The smile on your face is delight mixed with a splash of awe. I cannot believe you are so brave.

Our scariest moment of the year was probably when you became sick last Fall – you had a fever that just kept rising despite giving you Tylenol then Advil then Tylenol as often as we could safely treat you. We took you to the doctor the following morning and by the time we got to the exam room your were bright red from head to toe and your fever was a whopping 105! It turns out that you had Scarlett Fever, a disease I thought kids didn’t even get anymore. Luckily you recovered quickly and it became nothing more than a short scare. Phew!

Not all of the transitions have been easy – we moved you from Buena Vista CDC, a school that you truly loved, to Merryhill after a very trying couple of months. You were not getting along with your fellow classmates and your teachers were having a hard time keeping you challenged and out of trouble. You hated the move and cried bitterly every morning for the first 10 days, as if I was leaving you in a torture chamber. Magically, by the end of the second week, you were a complete convert and you have been happy there ever since, to the point of lamenting that it is not a school day when the weekend rolls around. It turns out that the move was one of the best choices we’ve made for you. Your new teachers, Ms. Stephanie, Ms. Bouba, Ms. Blanca and Ms. Zalika embraced you immediately and have taught you so much! Two of the most vivacious children in your class, Wyatt and Jo Jo soon became your best school friends and the 3 of you, although mischievous, have been inseparable. Sadly, Jo Jo moved to Woodland just before you all started Pre-K. Luckily, we have kept in touch with her mom and she got to come to your birthday party. Now, since I mentioned Pre-K… how can it be that you, Diego, are only a year from Kindergarten! You are now in Ms. Sami and Ms. Staci’s class and expectations are getting a bit more strict. Still, they seem to genuinely enjoy your company and have recently commented that you are especially good at writing.

One of the best parts of being at Merryhill that is you get to attend these awesome music classes taught by none other than Music Matt – a living legend in these parts, and that doesn’t mean he’s old, either. He’s young and hip and kind of rockstar-ish and he comes to your school every week! He teaches you all about different instruments, teaches you new songs and about music. This summer, he’s started you on the path to reading music by teaching a “precorder” class – which reminds me of a funny story. One Music Matt day you came home and told me about the instrument of the day – the “precorder”. I corrected you, saying it was called a “recorder”. “No Mom, it’s a ‘precorder’,” you said emphatically. Then, when you got home, you told Dad about the instrument. “I think it’s a ‘recorder’,” Dad said. You totally stood your ground with both of us and we dismissed it as a cute mistake. It wasn’t until we got the literature from Music Matt about your summer class that we realized you were right! It IS a precorder. Guess we better trust you next time, huh?

We enrolled you in gymnastics both to develop you sense of discipline and to give you a little more exercise time to “get your wiggles out”. It never occurred to us that you might have some aptitude for the sport. You are so incredibly flexible and strong! Without a doubt, the biggest influence on your success has been Coach Gabe. He has been an incredible role model, has taught you discipline and pride in your accomplishments, and best of all, you love learning from him. He holds you and the other boys to a high standard and you respect him and try hard to do what he asks. Nana loves her job of taking you to gymnastics and proudly tells us of your progress each week.

I cannot forget to tell you about the impressive riding you do – both on your horse, Eclipse and on your bike. This year marked the first times you’ve ridden Eclipse on your own without a lead line. You have great posture and a natural seat but what makes me most proud is the kindness you show toward Eclipse and the other horses. You never forget to praise him after a job well done, the mark of a true horseman. Your love of animals has continued to expand beyond the horses, Baxter, Johnny and June. Another of my proud moments (and I am full of them) was at the petting zoo at the State Fair when you closely guarded your feed so that the less pushy, more shy and more skinny goats and sheep could get a chance at some treats. Baxter has slowed down quite a bit over the past year but luckily your Tia “Mitza” got her puppy, Morenita this Spring and you and she have become great pals.

We bought your trailer bike about a year ago and I have to say that one of our favorite weekend past times has been biking around town as a family. You always have a great time when we’re out biking and work hard to help Mom by pedaling your heart out. We love going out on our bikes so much that we don’t even really need a destination. Southside Park, Old Sac, Temple Coffee, any place will do as long as we are out together, pedaling along, enjoying our family time. You received your “pedal bike” for your third birthday and could ride it the very first day! I must say, I’m not sure we really believed the Strider bike hype until you proved it! Even though you could balance and pedal right away and have enjoyed your “pedal bike” throughout the year, you still love, love, LOVE your Strider bike. One of the highlights of our whole year was the Strider World Cup race at Laguna Seca in July. We had just returned from the family reunion in Oregon and we were all kind of over tired. You totally rallied for the race and dominated the 4-year old field, winning all of your heats and taking 2nd place in the finals. It was a proud day for your Dad and I without question, but for you? …just a fun day at the races.

Your love of water has not wavered and another one of our favorite summer pass times is to go swimming either at Nana’s house or at Meta and Sharon’s pool across the street. I would count Meta and Sharon as two of your biggest fans as well and some of your dearest adult friends. They love having you and Enzo over to swim and they have the best, I mean, THE BEST pool toys! We are lucky to have such fantastic neighbors. Some of the other neighbors, Laurie, Jason and Lisa, and Brian and his kids, Mikaela and Tyler are also some of your favorite folks. What an awesome neighborhood!

One afternoon you were drawing while we were driving home from school – you handed me the picture and told me it was, “Little Man with Big Hands”. You had traced both of your hands at the top of the page and then drawn arms attaching the hands to a small man figure at the bottom of the page – your first cartoon! The perspective was great – it totally looks like a little man with big, big hands. Later, Nana helped you write down the story of “Little Man with Big Hands”.

I guess what has impressed me the most about the last year is your profound connection to your brother. When your Dad and I look through all of the pictures we have taken of you both, the overwhelming theme is true brotherhood. While you and Enzo have your share of disagreements over toys, television and who gets to spend time with Mom or Dad, you have always been very loving to each other. I have never seen you turn him down if he asks you for help and you are a natural teacher when he is learning new things. You run to him when we come to pick you up after school, give him a big hug and then show him off to all of your friends. One of my biggest and strongest wishes for the two of you is that you are close and can always rely on one another. So far, my wish has come true and your friendship makes your Dad and I proud every day.

Your abuelo Gilberto was away for about a year and we welcomed him back with love and gratitude early this Spring. Since then, you and Enzo have become much closer to both your Abuelo and your Abuela. In fact, if we ask you what you want to do on a free afternoon, your answer will invariably be to go see your Abuelos. This also marked the year that you and Chito Carlos really became close. When we visited last Fall, he’d take you off on the Komoto at a moments notice, careening around the logging roads and visiting the trout farm. By far the best day of our trip to Oregon, as far as you were concerned, was wading in the creek. I have never seen you, or Chito, for that matter, laugh so hard and look so happy. Pure bliss! There are so many more wonderful people in your life that you love and that love you that I could write on and on. You met some new cousins, Johann, Ardina, Tracy and Derek, at the Beil family reunion this summer. Johann took you under his wing, playing with you and performing magic tricks for you and you loved it! You still bring him up in conversation when we talk about your cousins. Ashley, Brian and Mel also top the list of favorite people in your life. You and Ashley have a great friendship and you love our trips to Cloverdale to visit.

Jacob and Savannah are still your very very best friends and some of my best memories of the year were times we spent with them and their families. Trick-or-treating in Curtis Park was such fun! You, Jacob and Savannah were master trick-or-treaters this year and couldn’t get enough. Remember when we had our own little “screen on the green” and Dad hung a white sheet over the window and we watched Ponyo with Jacob and Savannah and their families in the front yard? The neighbors and passing cars would stop to watch for a few minutes before moving on. Of course, we can’t forget Mother’s Day out at the barn, either-you, Jacob and Savannah are the wildest cowboys and cowgirl in the west. What a team! When I make up bedtime stories at night, you still insist that the characters are named Jacob, Isaac, Savannah, Diego and Enzo whether you are super heros, race cars or fish.

I think I’ll end your letter with some of your best quotes of the year:

Just after your 3rd birthday 2010:

Mom: When we get home we’re going straight to bath, then books, then bed.

Diego (whining): But I don’t want to take a bath. I don’t want to go to sleep.

Mom: Well, it’s past your bedtime.

Diego (matter of fact): If I don’t want to, I don’t. If I want to, I…. (thinking), If I want to, I AM.

August 27, 2010

Waking up after a long nap in the car near Olympia, WA:

You look around then out the window at the lush forest surrounding the highway, rub your eyes and say, “Is this mother earth?”

January 22, 2011

In the car:

Diego: Mom, can I have a motorcycle?

Mom: When you are a grown up and have your own house, you can have a motorcycle. As long as you are in Mom and Dad’s house, you cannot.

Diego: MOM! I wasn’t going to ride it in the house…..

Diego (after 5 minutes of silence): I need to get my own house.

April 22, 2011

After your Easter party at school:

Mom: Diego, I don’t want you to eat any more candy today. I think you’ve had enough.

Diego (grabbing a chocolate bunny): Mom, chocolate is NOT candy. It’s just regular food.

And that about sums it all up, my son. I love you just as you are with all of heart, always. I can’t wait to see what next year brings!

Love,
Mom

For Enzo on your First Birthday

Betsy and Marco No Responses »

Nov 142010

Dear Enzo,

I don’t know how a year could have passed us by so quickly! From the moment you could smile you’ve been doing nothing but smiling then giggling then full-belly laughing. Your Dad and I can barely glance your way and you break out the most delightful ear-to-ear grin. No one can resist those smiles and you have been charming every person you cross paths with almost from day 1. You have been the happiest of babies from the time you were born. I remember your Nana and Tia Ellen saying to us early on not to “forget” about the baby. We could pretty much park you anywhere as an infant and you would just hang out and take it all in.

All this laid back, happy personality stuff makes you the life of the party. You hate missing out on ANYTHING and will rally and rally and rally if there is fun to be had. I can’t help but wonder if that trip to Las Vegas when you were 5 weeks old wore off on you in some profound way! Your easy-going nature does not mean, however, that you don’t have an opinion about things. You want what you want when you want it, thank you. You’re not super disagreeable, though, unless we ignore your request. At that point, watch out! Sleep is something you’ve never been so committed too. Dad and I often have to force the issue and let you “cry-it-out” for a few minutes before you’ll let go of all that fun you might be missing.

The most cherished person in your life is, without question, your brother, Diego. The moment you could look around for anyone, you were looking for Diego and your face lights up the room when you and he are together. Your very first belly laughs were when Diego was making faces at you. You’d laugh and he’d laugh back and pretty soon you were both in hysterics. The two of you laughing together is something that sustains me and gives me great strength and happiness. No matter how tired and overwhelmed I feel, the moment the two of you laugh, I am renewed. There is nothing in the world that makes me feel better.

One of the best parts of your first year has been your very close relationship with Elizabeth, who took care of you during your first year while Mom and Dad were at work. She couldn’t love you more and gave you a cozy, nurturing and supportive environment. Your best friend, Bode was with you at Elizabeth’s and you always wanted to be doing what Bode, who is 3 months older than you are, was doing. When Bode began to crawl, you had to crawl. You were unbelievably jealous when Bode began to walk and you would not rest until you, too were walking. This dedication made for some very precarious days since you are quite big for your age and didn’t really have the balance required to take your first steps when you did, at 10 ½ months old. It took another month before you were toddling reliably and Mom and Dad could rest a little easier.

You have always wanted to talk and were barely home from the hospital when you started trying to strike up conversation. You seem to pay attention to every small detail. I remember being astounded when you were about 9 months old and I told you not to play with one of the dog toys because it belonged to Baxter. You took one look at the toy and crawled over to Baxter and gave it to him. Wow. Your first words were, “no, no, nooooo,” which you said with a smile and a wag of your little finger. Not long after you began pointing at things and asking, “dat?” We’d answer and then you’d move on and ask, “dat?” pointing at something else nearby.

You are a cuddle bug and give hugs and big slobbery open-mouthed kisses freely, occasionally when the person on the receiving end isn’t so receptive. It’s hard to resist those hugs, though, and Dad and I cannot get enough! You love your many stuffed animals and your “boojie” and will smile joyously and burry your face in it if you stumble across one in the toy box as if you’ve just found a long-lost friend.

You are an unbelievably resilient little guy – you went on your first hardcore road trip to OR when you were under 2 months old. Even though you really didn’t like your infant car seat, you rallied the whole way. It was so impressive. You loved your Grammy DiDi and Chito from the second you met them. You were as content to sit with them as with Dad and I and seemed to really love the peaceful atmosphere of Sandy, OR in the winter. We headed out to Bend to see Wendy and Martin next and again, you adjusted to whatever we threw your way. We then took you to CO just 3 weeks later to meet your Grandpa Jim. Man, you were fantastic in the car at that point. Unbelievable! You loved meeting little Addie and Melissa, too. It was at that point that we knew that you were going to be as social as your Dad and Chito and make friends with everyone who crosses your path.

My favorite memories could fill a book so I’ll have to just recount some of the highlights:

Diego fed you your first solid food (rice cereal) when you were 4 months old and you didn’t hesitate for a minute to eat every last bite. After all, you’d been watching the rest of us eat for months, just biding your time until you got a little piece of the pie, so to speak. Since that day you have been incredibly opinionated about the food that goes into your mouth. You weren’t too fond of baby food, in general, so we had to keep rotating to keep you interested in anything. You started eating like a rock star the day we threw in the towel and let you have what you really wanted – REAL FOOD – although you prefer fruit and veggies over everything else. It’s unbelievable to me but you really aren’t that interested in bread/cereal/crackers or cheese. Is that even possible? Who ever met a baby who didn’t care much for crackers?

You have loved the beach from your first visit. My favorite beach trip was at Stinson Beach for your Tia Maria’s birthday. You had a blast playing in the sand and the waves with Diego and your cousins. It was truly the BEST family day and you and Diego wore yourselves out. After lunch you took a long nap under the umbrella and then were up again to play in the sun.

Your second OR road trip was early this Fall – we really had the very best trip. You and Diego spent hours playing outside in the grass at Chito and Grammy Didi’s house. You had your first corn-on-the-cob at a late night BBQ and you loved it! We then drove up to Snohomish to meet baby Abby. You seem to really love babies and were fascinated by her even though she was so small. You, Dad and Diego took a bike ride along a beautiful bike trail in Snohomish and you fell fast asleep in your Wee-Ride. What a perfect nap it was!

We went trick-or-treating in Curtis Park with Savannah and the gang and you were just barely walking reliably. You caught on to the Halloween thing in a flash and would toddle slowly and methodically up to each house to get your very own handful on pretty colorful packages even though you had no idea what candy was. You did, however, suck on the end of a Hershey bar long enough to get a little chocolate out of it. Jackpot!!! It was hilarious and charming and priceless.

This year has gone by all to fast and I wish I could have captured even more moments in this letter, on camera and in my memory. I can’t wait to spend your second year with you and know that our future adventures will eclipse those of our past. I love you, your brother and your Dad in more ways than I can express and I cannot imagine how my life was “full” without you in it. You, my son, are the icing on the cake. Happy Birthday!

I love you with all my heart. Always.

Love,

Mama

aka Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma

The wild rush of time going by

Betsy and Marco, Diego No Responses »

Jan 232010

Wow. It seems like just yesterday that I sat here typing Diego’s letter for his second birthday and yet, nearly 6 months have gone by, we have added dear Enzo to our family and Diego has grown up so much that I hardly remember the toddler he was when last I wrote. I want to be a regular blogger – and have been good about journaling intermittently in the past but can’t seem to steal the moments to do justice to my fantastic family life. Never have I had more to write about! Our family life has just gotten better and better since Enzo’s arrival. Marco and I are much more in tune with each other – family decisions are much less stressful – and we can focus our energy on raising our happy healthy boys without succumbing to as many silly arguments.

So many funny things are sprouting from Diego’s mouth these days – he keeps us in constant laughter. His new favorite phrase is, “I have a good idea.” He then elaborates, ending with, “is dat a good idea, DaDa, is dat a good idea?” I could listen to him speak night and day. His 2 1/2 year old accent sounds a little like he is from Brooklyn, a little Mexican and occasionally British. I haven’t the slightest idea where it all comes from! His imagination is astonishing – he tells long involved stories, some of which start out with, “Once upon a time, in a land far away when Nana was a little boy….” Priceless!

Enzo laughed for the first time 3 days ago. Like everything he does, it was a little understated but no less delightful. He is a mellow little guy that is constantly charms me with his beguiling smile. He is content to sit and watch family life unfold in front of him and, of course, especially likes to watch his older brother play and carry on. He has a hard time sleeping in the early mornings, waking up every hour after 1am, making me feel a little delirious from sleep deprivation. I hate letting him sleep in the swing all the time yet that is the only place he seems to get any prolonged rest. I have visions of him as an 18 year-old sleeping poorly unless he is in a car or on a plane or on some futuristic perpetual motion machine. I know, logically, that he is only 2 1/2 months old and this is only a phase but the little voice inside my head is repeatedly telling me that I’m enabling a miniature insomniac!