Saturday, November 6, 2010

Birthdays, Halloween and other assorted adventures



Bea is EXCITED to cuddle on the couch...Jackson, not so much!

They had a sleepover, everything is more fun when a tent is involved!

Faster than a speeding bullet!!

She is just cute, that's all


Spider Bea


She LOVES her birthday tutu and flower, and yes she gets the cheesiness from me


This is her favorite part of blocks, go figure



She seems suspicious of the candles


Hey, this cake is cool without the flaming accident waiting to happen!


Celebrating her friend Simon's birthday with Ellie and Nora

Roy Orbison is her real father


He was a fully intact awesome mummy for Halloween

until the end of the night when he just looked like a dirty hobo that had been in a bad accident

It was just to much fun for Bea, she slept the entire time I took her costume off, and yes she did sleep with the painted nose and whiskers

I think she liked the leaf pile in our front yard more than actually trick or treating. I don't blame her!

Such a sweet little girl


Jackson Henry Keith Sears


Jackson is my first born child. My son. My guy. My Jackie Boy. I was always a rather selfish child who grew up to be a young adult that was concerned for myself and what I wanted, for the most part. Don''t get me wrong, I was happy, loving, creative and good...it's just I had a streak of "I want what I want", and I was cool with that. Then on a cold, cold January evening I took a test, a test more significant and poignant than any test I have ever even attempted to take. Ironically, this test consisted of me , for lack of a better phrase, pee on a stick. About 2 seconds after I was done "taking" the test, it was obvious that I had passed. I was going to be a mom. Me. Macy Nigro, a Mother. wow. I wanted so much for this little being inside of me (who I KNEW was a boy and knew his name immediately). To teach him how to love, share, have a sense of humor and to always be cool. The music he would be introduced to in utero would take care of the cool quotient, the boys favorite bands are Pink Floyd, The Beatles and The Gorillaz. Most of all I wanted this baby boy to know that he was the most important thing in the world to me. The second his smashed, purple, bloody Liam Neeson looking little body was lowered onto my chest I realized that Jackson would always hold the soft part of my heart. He is a loyal, kind, funny, smart, neurotic, hyper and absolutely wonderful child to have. He gave me something other than myself to care about, he gave me hope and dreams. He is my legacy and I want to scream from the top of buildings how much I adore this crazy, crazy guy of mine. I hope that Jackson gives all of you at least half of the joy that he brings me, if so then your cup is already running over. Enjoy some of my favorite recent pictures of the man himself!
This is the blankie that I loved and used when I was a child. I decided when he was born I would give it to him, I never realized that blankie would become the greatest piece of material to ever exist! He loves the damn ugly, ratty, holey, frayed and faded 30+ year old blanket. As do I. If you are wondering, yes, he does wear it like a cape 90% of the time. Although I think it looks a little more like a white, somewhat shorter, glitzed down version of James Brown!


After waking up from the one nap he has taken in maybe 4 years



and this is the face I get when I say "no"...I have become immune to it's sad cuteness




Such a little sleeping angel. Yeah right!




My future Ansel Adams. If Ansel Adams had one side of his head that looked like a rocket ship went through it




Most likely watching Spongebob.




This is the face and stance he will give any boys that dare come to our house to try to date Beatrix



Going into the thorny rosebush was a great photo op. Coming out of the thorny rosebush was a not so great effort in concentration



Jackson is on top of the world. Or at least the giant rock at Antioch Park, which is really the same thing in a seven year old eyes!



Dancing at his Uncle Justin's wedding. This kid has got some seriously good moves, I think he danced for 3 hours straight. I would throw water at him occasionally and hope it connected with his mouth.

Like a bee attracted to honey...



It's really dark for some reason, but she was HAPPY to get her hands on those tomatoes. This was right before bedtime one night, she climbed onto the table and shimmied into her chair. All the while clutching the tomatoes she so skillfully snatched out of the fruit and veggie bowl on the kitchen table. The look she gave me was one mixed with pride, satisfaction and amazement. I know she had been eyeing those suckers for awhile, wondering when to make her move. Well played Beatrix, well played.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Beatrix, Bea, Beebers, BeBe, Baby B, Bea-utiful...

Here are some really cute pictures of Beatrix. She is the happiest, sweetest, funniest little girl I have ever known. In short, she is perfection. She will be 2 on October 23 and it blows my mind away to think of that. WHERE did the last two years go?? She is starting to talk now and her favorite words are cookie, Nona, mamma, da (what she calls Chris), doggie, please and thank you (I know, I have superior mothering skills!), baby and the dreaded ba-ba. Ba-ba has become an evil word around here, she calls her drinks and any food other than cookies or bananas (which are, of course, nannas). She stands her tiny body completely straight, adopts what only can be called a Napoleonesque stance, points her chubby finger in the general direction of the chosen food item and chants "ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba" until you either turn the radio up loud or start hurling string cheese and cheerios at her until she is satisfied. That is about the worst of it with Bea. That and her desire to become the world's youngest party animal, this child will stay up in her bed playing with her animals and talking forever I think. All in all she is a great baby and I feel blessed every day I kiss her round cheeks or bury my face in her delicate cotton candy hair. I got it bad for Beatrix Suzann Elaine Sears. If I have time tonight I will upload my "Jackson Post" since he is pretty damn special and great himself...one at a time though, one at a time.


Soft and pretty
Bea is amazingly happy, makes me a little scared for her teenage years!
Grilled peanut butter & Jelly is a favorite
She loves goggles for some reason
You can tell she just thinks she looks cooler than anything!
Her pirate impersonation
Kissy face baby girl
Bea has a thing about making weird, silly faces for the camera. She could (ans will) do it for hours
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
Exhibit C
Exhibit D
Exhibit E (and my personal favorite...such a beauty in this one)
Exhibit F
Kind of looks like she is pooping here.
Peek-a-boo is always a surefire hit over here!
My strange naked bottom cocoon child
Reading is fun!!
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree...she is officially a lover of books!
Her new best friend "Doggie", she doesn't understand that Doggie doesn't need a bath every time she has one. Poor wet Doggie.
Now for her serious side.
always followed with a smile.
What? You guys don't watch T.V. naked??
Or dance naked?? My little freebird hippie girl.
Chunky butt
Bea thinks she's a cat
Her meows kind of sound like a sick and dying cat
And the #1 reason we have moved the cat bowls to a safe and secure location. Gross Beatrix, just gross.
Mini-Hitchcock


Happy, dapper Bea