Sunday, July 30, 2017

Our First Break

Summer got off to an interesting start for Mr. Maxo after he blindly followed his big brother off the edge of our backyard playset. He tried his best to be a tough guy -- walking all the way up to the house, eating lunch, and asking to watch cartoons before giving us obvious signs that this was something bigger than our normal bumps and bruises. 

A couple of hours, an x-ray, and a boot later...
Day #2 A day at home with mommy. It didn't take long for him to realize that he could still hobble around fairly well in his new "Iron Man boot." He started with a slow trip around our kitchen island and in no time I was hearing things like "Look at me, mommy! I can go all the way up the stairs!"
Day #3 Mom has a heart attack. Apparently he's not going to let anything slow him down.
Day #5 A trip to a pediatric orthopedist and a verdict. Two small fractures. One decent break. Four weeks in a boot.
For 4 weeks Max was an absolute trooper. He ran, he jumped, he climbed...he even got a boot-time-out so that he could do swimming lessons. The whole experience came with waaaaay less tears than I expected...and was way less stinky than had he needed a cast! 

Fast forward 4 weeks after the big jump...

 No more boot (too bad Mom forgot to bring his other flip-flop!)
Strict orders for no trampolines or bounce houses for an additional 4 weeks
**Celebratory donuts at 4PM**








Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Brooks Edmund {10 months}

We've officially entered double digit territory, and this mama's heart is secretly breaking. With each babe, time seems to move faster and faster...and with you, sweet Brooks, I feel like I can hardly blink without the threat of missing something important. You started out this life as such a tiny little thing, 5 weeks early and not even able to finish a 1 ounce bottle on your own. Now here you are, 10 months later, getting into everything and doing your best to hang with your big brothers. It's only a matter of time before our house clears of everything "baby" and we become a home filled with big boys. Sob.

Here's a quick rundown of our Brooksie Babe at 10 months old...

A few months back I would have said that you were a little on the lazy side - no desire to move or to even sit upright on your own. But these days you are a mover and a shaker. You love exploring this crazy house of ours - climbing into the shower, trying to go head first down the stairs, planking on the bottom step. Your bothers have actually started playing behind closed doors just to stop you from getting their things. And don't even get me started on diaper changes. It's like a full blown cardio workout.
You had 2 bottom teeth pop thru this past month and have been putting them to good use in the exciting world of table food. You're a HUGE fan. Fruits, veggies, noodles, meat...there may have even been a little bit of big brother's ice cream cake thrown into the mix this month. Such a little piggy!
You spent much of this past month trying to fight off a very stubborn ear infection. Four antibiotics later and we're finally seeing a return of your happy-go-lucky personality. We've missed you, Happy Brooks! 

You are the first of ALL of the Ritchie kiddos to utter the word "Mama" before saying "Dada." This automatically makes you my favorite.
We've had a super busy summer thus far and you're getting to experience all sorts of new things! We did driveway fireworks (not a fan), ate fresh picked blackberries, and have gone swimming a time or two. You love love LOVE the water and this month made your first trips to the swimming pool, lake AND the river. 
Odds and Ends: You love to clap and sometimes even do it when mid-cry. It's almost like you're trying to cheer yourself up! You are a pro at showing us how big you are. You recently graduated to a big boy carseat and are still very entertained by watching your brothers in the back seat. You pull my hair ALL OF THE TIME. You experienced your first round of severe weather, getting woken from a sound sleep to hide in the basement for awhile. You didn't seem to mind....and there was definitely clapping involved. HAHA! Oh that red hair of yours. It's a sure indication that you are going to be a feisty one.

Brooks Edmund {10 months}






Happy Double Digits, little man. Every day is a little bit brighter thanks to you.


Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Brooks Edmund {7...8...and 9 months}

Life with 3 little boys ages 4 and under = absolute insanity. Unfortunately for the littlest Ritchie brother, that means that my monthly blog updates have slowly evolved into quarterly updates. I'm sorry baby boy. I really am. Maybe if you and your brothers could 1) all nap at the same time 2) cook your own dinner and 3) do your own laundry, I might have a little more time to get these done on time! ;)

So while it may be late, here's a little bit about YOU, sweet Brooks...in a quarterly update covering 7, 8, and 9 months!

A month ago I dragged you and your two big brothers to the doctors office after a little "mishap" on our backyard playset (more on that another day.) While we were waiting for x-rays (ugh, boys) one of the nurses turned to me and asked "is he ALWAYS this happy!?" My answer, without hesitation, was YES. You are THE happiest baby. Always quick with a smile. Content as can be. And such a trooper when you get dragged from here to there...swimming lessons, t-ball games, Costco runs...you name it! 

{7 months}
Sleep has been a touchy subject in our house these past few months, but I think that we're finally making some headway. You go down for the night around 7:00PM and generally sleep until around 5:30-6:30AM before waking for a bottle. For months we battled your internal alarm clock (hello, 4:00AM) so the added sleep time feels pretty amazing. Maybe for our 10 month update we could shoot for a 12 hour night??

At the 8 month mark you were still a very unreliable sitter and preferred to be sprawled out on the floor more than anything else. A lot has changed in the past month, however. You are a rock-solid sitter and are a master army crawler. You move from point A to point B with relative ease and are SO quick! When you started crawling I told your daddy "Most of me is excited for him, but a part of me is saying "Oh, shit. What are we going to do now!?"" Needless to say, chasing around a crazy 4 year old, a 3 year old in a walking boot, and a newly mobile, curious 9 month old has kept us on our toes!

{8 months}
You know only one volume when it comes to talking - LOUD. We've been working hard on Ma-Ma and Da-Da, but you prefer to shout Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba and screech at the top of your lungs more than anything else. Whatever it takes to be heard in this crazy house, I suppose!

Much like your brothers before you, you LOVE to eat. Your diet consists mainly of formula and baby food, but we recently started adding in "big kid food" like bananas, steamed broccoli, hamburger and chicken. You're a big, big fan.

At some point in the last month or so you hit a HUGE growth spurt. Your cheeks (and thighs) filled out and you're officially wearing sizes that correspond with/surpass your age. You're rocking 9 month pjs, 12 month onesies, and size 3 diapers. 

Nothing makes me happier than watching the relationship between you and your brothers grow. They know just how to make you laugh, rush to your side when you are sad, smother you with kisses and fight over whose turn it is to fart (aka blow raspberries) on your belly. We frequently hear your giggles coming from your rear-facing carseat as they sing and make silly faces at you from the back row. Your smile when you see them is one of the best. For real.

{9 Months}
Odds and Ends: That red hair of yours. Oh my. You are bound be a feisty one. You had your first swimming pool experience and absolutely LOVED it. That smile of yours? It is the spitting image of your big sister's. And speaking of smiles, the ones that you give first thing in the morning are the absolute sweetest. You love to jump, jump, jump....whether your in your jumper or just being held. You find it, you eat it. Its a dangerous game you like to play. You love to snuggle up with your blue nigh-night at bedtime and are definitely a tummy sleeper. You love to clap those chubby little hands of yours. <3 span="">

Sweet, sweet Brooks...our baby days with you are passing much too quickly. You're learning new things every day, and I can only imagine that you'll running around with H and Maxo before we know it. These posts are the perfect reminder that we need to enjoy these days (as chaotic as they may be) while they last! We love you like crazy and can't wait to see what the next month (or 3) brings!





Thursday, April 27, 2017

A Child of God {Brooks Edmund}

The child grew and became strong; 
He was filled with wisdom 
and the grace of God was on him.
Luke 2:40

Brooks Edmund Ritchie
Baptized March 19, 2017
St. Patrick's Catholic Church | Father Michael Grewe









Sunday, April 2, 2017

Maxwell Thane {3 Years}

Oh Sweet Maxo,

I've been working on this post on and off again over the course of the last 2 months, trying to come up with the perfect words to capture YOU at three years old. There are so many facets of your personality that make this phase of life with you oh so sweet, yet oh so frustrating all at the same time! You're growing and changing every single day - and while I'm loving every minute of it, I'm always wishing and hoping that things will slow down.

Here's a quick rundown of you at THREE....

Let's start with your crazy admiration for your big brother, Harry. You want to copy his every move and repeat every word that comes out of his mouth. This monkey see, monkey do routine is making you wise beyond your 3 years. You watch him do big boy things, and are determined that you can do them too. You write your letters with minimal assistance  as well as words like M-A-X and your big brother's "long name" H-A-R-R-I-S-O-N. You try to sound out 3 letter words and have an imagination that sometimes makes me lose track of reality.  And while he may be your best friend, partner in crime, bring out your best belly laughs - you have no qualms about calling him out on things you don't like. One of my favorites is when I hear you say "Harrison Paul Ritchie" in your stern I-heard-Mom-say-it-that-way voice.
When your dad and I found out that we would be welcoming another sweet babe into our home, one of our biggest concerns was how you were going to handle the addition. At the time you were a total mama's boy and the very definition of NEEDY! If we only knew then what we know now. Oh my word, how you love your baby "Bwooks". You cover him with kisses ALL DAY LONG, talk "baby talk" to him, sing him silly songs, and rush to his side when he's upset. And speaking of upset - its pretty common for you to come stomping up to me and say "Mommy! I'm being funny and Bwooks isn't waughing!" Its obvious that you take your big brother role quite seriously and its been amazing to see this gentle, tender-hearted side of you shining thru.
You're 99% sweet, but lets be honest here, you have some sass in you too...and boy are you volitle. Happy one minute, in tears the next...most often as a result of H telling you he's "not gonna be your best friend anymore." We're working reeeeeally hard on not whining. You do it a lot. (For real. A lot.) One of these days you're going to get tired of us responding with "What? Huh? We can't understand you!" 
You are a creature of habit and like a good routine. The best example of this is the bedtime routine that you have created with your dad. Hug. Kiss. Butterfly. Eskimo. High five. Fist bump. Followed by a series of "Is it stuck? How stuck?" that I myself will never be able to do as well as him...and you have no hesitation pointing that out to me. Watching the two of you orchestrate this routine is one of my favorite parts of the the day. And speaking of our nighttime routine...one bedtime prayer is ever enough. First up is our Guardian Angel prayer, followed by none other than our dinnertime "Bless Us Oh Lord" prayer complete with the sign of the cross. 


You still suck on your two middle fingers when you get tired and love to have your "nigh-night" by your face as you fall asleep. (You hide your head under that same gray blanket when I try to wake you up in the morning!) When you were a babe you didn't want anything in your bed with you at night, but now it is overflowing with "sleeping buddies" who keep you company at night. Just this morning I found you sound asleep with your head on a Lego palace that you built last night.
You are not...let me repeat, NOT a morning person. Its best to let you wake up on your own terms, and when thats not possible? Hold on to your hats. Mom picks out your shirt? Melt down. Mom combs your hair? Melt down. Mom walks down the steps too fast? You guessed it. Melt down.
You're becoming very opinionated when it comes to things like picking out clothes. Usually the shirts/pants that I pick out for you are "boring" or "slow." Weirdo. You would eat pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if given the chance. You started big boy swimming lessons and are trying so hard to be brave like Harrison. There's still a little fear in those big brown eyes of yours, but you're "waking up your brave" more and more each week. You call croutons "croutons", country roads "crunchy roads," and say "inscusting" instead of disgusting. Every L out of your mouth sounds like a W. You're a big, thick kiddo, steadily creeping up on big brother in terms of size. I don't think Harry is going to be too happy when the little brother becomes the bigger brother.

I could go on and on, but when it comes down to it there is really just one thing that I want to remember about you at this phase of life. You heart, Mr. Max. Its sweeter than sweet and so full of love. I can't help but melt a little just thinking about it. I hope that you embrace this part of your person and carry it with you always. 


Happy 3 Mr. Man. 
May it be filled with all sorts of silly adventures and endless laughter.