They’re just the best.
Ive been learning that when there are little boysss, plural, they travel in packs. A gaggle of geese, a pack of little boys.
Toddler boys run in packs. Even though my own pack is small, just two, I mean “run” literally. Walking’s not really a thing. Even when Shayne is sleeping, and they’ve had strict instructions to not be too loud, they’ll still run, four feet pounding to my room and the door crashing open, and whisper with bright eyes, “HI MAMA.”
“Good morni—where are your pants?”
There are often missing clothing items.
They’re just as surprised and amused as I am about the nudity, but go tromping on their way in synch.
It’s kind of like fish when they turn, you know? How does the whole school turn so sharply at the same time? My boys do that; you can never predict if that sharp turn being in the exact same or total opposite direction.
Keeps things exciting at Target.
It also keeps me from staying in any one room too long, as several of my attention grabbers recently have been things like, “I guess that eggy wasn’t hard boiled,” the sound of what I now know is ninja training, and entails a total emptying of clothes in the closet, or an overwhelming smell of cumin…
(In all fairness regarding spices, we have been watching an awful lot of baking shows.)
Baby Shayne brings in a whole different dynamic. She might still run with the pack, but we celebrated the sweet, feminine warmth she has brought into our home for a whole year today (instead of me crying that she’s one).
We celebrated this sweet angel lady with a butterfly party.
My whole family needed a small, relaxed, pretty, happy event.
(That basically describes Shayne right there.)
Our Shaynie is pure sunshine. She is warmth. She is smiles. She is an AMAZING hugger. Like, a real hug, you know? Not a lean-in. She laughs, she is playful, she adores her brothers, and she has lots of dainty little expression in her hand movements. Even so, Shayne is more durable than delicate, probably thanks to big brothers. Have I mentioned them in here enough? She LOVES them. Sometimes aggressively. She points and “oooo!”’s to any points of interest. She has borrowed and lost all my makeup brushes before the age of one, minus the one I found in the freezer yesterday. She’s calm. Just like my boys, was a ten month walker. She has the most amazing eyes and lashes, perfect little lips, incredible patience, a very mellow demeanor, and rarely fusses. She would like to inspect the food you try to feed her before you put it in her mouth, please. Shayne’s an angel sleeper, an angel errand runner, an angel preschool picker-upper…just really an angel, period. I would like to reorder another one of her.
Happy first birthday, Winky Dory Shayne Estelle. To say we love you is an understatement.
(…maybe that’s why your daddy surprised us all with live butterflies for your guests. Did you know that was a thing?! I did not! SO cool.)
…and of course, the butterflies!
My mom’s brain is the OG Pinterest, who helped me create what I’d been inspired by from my friend Alisha. Alisha is one of the most creative people I know.
If you don’t have an Alisha or my personal mother in your life, this is for some inspo of your own: