Be Careful What You Wish For...

Oh that expression is so true.  It happened.  It happened about one month ago.  Some time not so very long ago, "Dabe" became Gabe.

I remember clearly Zach referring to Gabe as, "Dabe", and correcting him.  Zach then said Gabe perfectly but told me that it's "Dabe".  A short time later, he started saying Gabe and has never turned back.  Just another sign that my baby is growing up!

Some Cute Short Stories

Here's a random list of super cute stories:

We're driving in the car the other day when Zach starts talking to Gabe.  In response, Gabe says:  "I can't talk right now; I'm busy thinking about my friend, Joseph."

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Gabe reported the other day that he's always going to live with Zach.  When he did something fresh to Zach today, Gabe said, "Sorry, Zach.  I didn't mean to hurt you.  I need to be nice to you because I want to live with you forever.  Not like Auntie Carole and Auntie Pammy [who are our only sibling relatives who don't live together?]"

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I wasn't home for a good part of the day today (hair appointment, etc.), and when I got home, Zach said,  "I missed you, Momma.  I missed all of you."

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Gabe's good friend, Noah E., moved out of state almost one year ago.  A few months back, out of the blue, Gabe started talking about Noah.  I didn't even realize that he remembered him.  Gabe said, "Mom, I'm starting to forget what Noah E.'s voice sounds like."  What?  How precious (and devastating) is that?

Yesterday, he said that he really wants to talk to his friend, Noah E., who moved far away and that maybe we could "Face Time" with him!!

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A few weeks ago when we were driving home from Cohasset and starting to approach the O'Neill tunnel, the boys exchanged the funniest words that I've ever heard.  Here's how the conversation went (verbatim!!):

Zach:  Mom, that Boston?

Me:  Yes, Zach, that's Boston.  We have to drive through Boston to get to our house.

Zach:  We not going to Boston!  We not going to Boston!  (said in an angry tone)

Gabe:  Zach!!!!  (said in an extremely exasperated tone)

Zach:  Okay, Dabe.  Okay!  (said in a conciliatory tone)

Gabe:  Oh, brother.

Zach:  Oh, for Pete's sake.  (big sigh)

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Gabe asked if we could go play at his friend, Ty's, house the other day.  I don't really know Ty's mom (or Ty), so I said that I didn't know where Ty lives.  Gabe responded, "we can use the GPS." 

It Takes A Village

It's hard to believe that it's been over a month since I last posted anything on this blog.  But, here it is, after 10:00 PM on a week night (which is the middle of the night in the Fredette household), and my mind is swirling with cute stories about the boys - stories that I'm afraid that I'll forget if I don't write them down.

Before I get to the super cute stories, I feel the need explain my absence.  Simply stated, the summer has been tough.  The days are very long with these two, active, adorable boys of mine.  We've had plenty of activities to do, people to see, places to explore; and by the end of the day, I've felt completely spent.  There were a few days this summer when I didn't know if I could make it through the summer months intact.  I've been trying so hard but feeling not so successful as a mom.  And those feelings can really wear you down.

Lately, what I've been feeling the most, however, is extreme gratitude.  For my family.  I'm making it through these summer months, thanks to the love and support of my large family network.  Please know that I am so appreciative.  I now know that the phrase, "it takes a village to raise a child," is spot on.  So, to the Martin-Fredette-Whiffen village, I thank you and love you.