Friday, June 27, 2008

the boy is eight




Eight years ago today we were blessed with the birth of a beautiful (well, maybe not for a few weeks...) little boy. Though he was the heaviest of my newborns at 8 lbs 6 oz, and had a substantial head circumference, it was actually my easiest birth.

Georgie and Lidia were both baptized on their eighth birthday. Marcus will be baptized this summer in Maine. Sebec Lake, in fact!

He made this "invention" this morning at 6 am. It is, according to the sign, a "2 pepole tv couch." (You have to cut my boy some slack in the spelling department. He doesn't start spelling in English until next year.) The sign further informs: "Marcus olways has the controls. Made by Marcus. Mostaly made for birthday pepole."

A fellow Irish dance mom and I were talking last night about heart-stopping things young children will do to your house. It reminded me of this journal entry I wrote from Marcus's perspective when he had just turned two. Bernie was about 6 weeks old and I was trying to get myself and everyone else ready for church.

Sunday June 30, 2002. 8:05 am—Mama is in the shower. I find the sugar bowl. I dump sugar on the table, chairs, and under the table. I sprinkle sugar on every downstairs surface I can, including sofas, chairs, carpet, books, toys, pillows… 8:25 am—Mama is putting on make up. I get hold of the baby lotion and squirt it on the carpet in the upstairs hall and then in my room. I enjoy rubbing it in to the carpet. I open my closet door and squirt the lotion all over the books and blankets stored there. 8:30—Mama notices the nice job I did with the baby lotion and when she goes downstairs to get something to clean it up with, she sees my sugar land. 8:32--Mama runs upstairs and calls Papi at his church meeting. She is saying, “Help! Help!” Her pretty mascara is streaming down her face. Maybe she needs help with her make up. I go into the bathroom and get her mascara. I try it on my eyes, nose, mouth, arms, and legs. Maybe I will rub it into the carpet in the hall like the baby lotion. Yes, that’s a good idea. I do it. 8:50—Papi is home. It takes Mama and Papi forty-five minutes to clean up. Then we go to church.

8 comments:

ML said...

Happy birthday M! I hope we see you this summer...

Cocoa said...

That is one of the funniest journal entries I've ever read!

Feliz Cumpleanos to M!

Gabriela said...

Oh wow. For sure our boys would get along. Reading "his" journal was like a page out of Julio's play book. That's hilariou!

Happy Birthday M!

Ballerina Girl said...

Happy Birthday to your son...
and what a funny story!
BG

Anonymous said...

well, in marcus's defense, you did rock his world with little bernie. men do not takr de-throning well.
ave

Michelle said...

How long did it take for you to look at that Sunday morning experience as humorous rather than terrible??

Cocoa said...

I had to come back and tell you that Ira ended up spilling a whole bottle of shampoo Sunday morning all over the toilet and floor all in the 2 minutes I went downstairs to find some barrettes. He also got into the craft closet and threw beads everywhere. I think we'll be sweeping them up for a month at least! Now I'm beginning to eat my humble pie. :)

Calandria said...

Cocoa, it's already started and he hasn't even been "dethroned" yet. :-)