Daddy's Girl

James is hell bent that he will NOT treat MJ any differently than the boys...you might have thought that I'd be the one espousing the gender idology, but truth be told I've been calling her Dollie (a terrible habit I pick up from my mother and cannot shake) and feeling gleeful that I've got a daughter now too. Only time will tell if she will choose to pin her brothers or jump off concrete steps with wild abandon...It's going to be fun to watch...

Last Day at Preschool...

Summer of Fun

MJ is now one month old. I told someone yesterday that even though its only been a few weeks, I hardly remember what it was like before she was here. She's sleeping pretty good and growing quickly - although I think she's probably only about 8.6 pounds. Ain't she cute?

When these boys are 15 & 17 I'm still going to be taking pictures of them in the plastic car...I spent much of yesterday watching the boys playing together - new games include: Dinosaur Jungle (which includes laughing and roaring in our backyard playhut), Somersault Fest (which involves lots of rolling around the yard), and Bad Guys (which includes a lot of chasing and tackling). I fought the playing of "Bad Guys" for several days before I just realized they are having fun and being imaginative even though I have no idea where "Bad Guys" came from.

They have grown up so much over the last month - Seamus is attending his last day of preschool until next fall this morning. I'm looking forward to the break, but I know how much he'll miss going to she Mrs. Culbertson. Finn is communicating so much more clearly (even if it means dragging me by the hand to show me what he wants) and he is able to keep up with all Seamus's games. Yesterday the boys tag-teamed their naps and as Seamus was falling asleep, Finn was waking up. I told Finn he had to stay in bed for a while ( I was hoping to close my eyes too), but while I was laying down with Seamus I had to laugh at Finn. He was cradling his "Mr. Moo" and rocking him like a baby. He put the cow over his shoulder and got his pillow all set up like a bed to lay down Mr. Moo. It was so endearing, he played like this for about 20 minutes before I gave up on the nap and we all went outside. It is just all so much fun.

Family Photo & Candy Overdose...

Thanks to Marion, John, and Liz for the boys' candy hangover. Nothing like chocolate bars as big as your head, pop rocks, and worms that glow...

Batman Continues...

This is from yesterday morning - it was everything in me to convince Seamus that Batman does NOT run around naked. He finally got dressed after I showed him a picture of Batman - his clothes may be tight, but he certainly wears clothes. Grandma D bought Seamus some Batman underwear, which is all he thinks he needs to wear now...

MJ: The Best Dressed Girl On The Planet...

Happy Birthday, MJ (the original)!

So today is my mother's (DELETED)th birthday - she'd kill me if I told people that she's not really 50. She is only slightly older. Katie, Finn, MJ (the minor) and I went over to see her this morning and unfortunately I did not take any pictures - but I do have a good one from the night that MJ was born.

My mom is really something. I suppose that my mom is A LOT of things (some things not necessarily fit for printing on a family blog)...:) But I had some more appropriate thoughts I wanted to share in honor of Mean Mary Jeanne as she likes to be called...

So on April 24th, James and I knew that we'd be going to the hospital to have our third child. We didn't know if it was going to be a boy or a girl. We had planned that if it was another boy we'd name it after James's brother, Thomas. But as for a little girl, we hadn't decided or agreed on a girl's name. We both really liked Eve (seemed catchy for a first born girl in a family of boys). My mom was pushing for Ellen. I've always loved Helen. We also liked Mary Jane a lot. But truth be told, I was pretty sure it was a boy.

So that morning, James called the hospital at 6:00 AM to see if there was room for us, and we got the word to come in. I took a leisurely shower and started to prepare myself for the big day.

And a thought came over me as I was getting ready - that there was a reasonable possibility that I may not only BE a daughter that day, but that I could HAVE a daughter too. And I felt warmed and comforted by the idea. I love being a daughter. I love the relationship I have now with my mother. I hoped that if we did have a girl that she'd have as much joy in her life as I have had in mine. And selfishly I hoped, she'd like to talk on the phone as much to her mother as I do to mine.

And so you know how this all turns out. Mary Jeanne (the minor) was born later that day. She gave us an easy arrival - although I have to admit that when I realized that we'd had a little girl I was completely shocked. And it took a few minutes to really wash over me. But it seemed right to name her after the woman who has had the biggest impact on me (as if giving birth to me wasn't enough)...

I admire my mother on lots of levels and although we are not exactly the same (just give it time...) so many of the qualities that I count as strengths come from watching (and enduring) my mother's own strength and will. I got up in front of a crowd on Saturday night at Winefest and spoke to more than 800 people without notes - my mother wouldn't necessarily have loved doing this herself - but the reason that I could do it without much worry or preparation was because she instilled in me a wicked sense of self confidence and also the ability to talk (and talk and talk and talk).

In my brief talk I was honoring my sister Peggy for her work with the University of Minnesota on behalf of her son Jimmy. Now the fact that Peg was chairing this enormous event was also a reflection on our mother - who made a career out of organizing programs, events and committees for the betterment of her community. My whole family attended the evening to support Reagan's - another attribute we got from my mother - hell or high water, doesn't matter, if it's about family, get your butt home. So watching my siblings dancing and laughing and celebrating Peg (and each other), made me so proud of my family. And proud of the matriarch (who was dragging the CEO of UCare around introducing her to all of the kids). Few people know how to have fun or be happy like my mom.

So when I think about simple joys I have in my life, I am grateful for so many things. Having coffee with my mom in the morning when I stop over unexpectedly. Cocktailing on the pontoon and going to see "her lake", "her loons", "her trumpeter swans". Knowing that there are some times when I'm upset or anxious and there is no comfort like my mother's reassurance. Or no pride like when I know how happy she is for me or my family.

Happy Birthday, Mom. I hope to have your kind of happiness for me and for my little girl.

Winefest!

Auntie Katie!

We're enjoying part one of Auntie Katie's MN visit. Here are some shots with Katie and her new niece and Katie "babysitting" for Winefest. We're so glad she's here and we're enjoying every minute!

Batman in preschool

Evidently "picture day" at school was the same day as MJ's birth. Since we didn't know that (bigger fish to fry, I suppose) and Grandpa/Grandma took Seamus to school - this is the result.

Still, it's the greatest preschool picture of all time. I just can't wait to rip this sucker out on his first date or his high school graduation. (whichever comes first)

I just love the little stinker. Who taught him to smile?

This & That...

MJ & her great, great aunt Helen Fritz Hedeen. Helen was born in 1907. Not often you get to see 100 years difference in age...


MJ & Owen Hewitt - less than a week apart. What do you think he's whispering in her ears? Knowing his father, it's nothing good...



Boys celebrating Cinco de Mayo...(in the basement)

Wrestling with Maria!

So dainty, sweet, little, one year old Maria, spent a portion of Friday night kicking a little Dougherty boy butt. Seriously, she was totally holding her own (and as the pictures show) giving back just as much as they were dishing out... Look out world...

Baby Blessings

My sister Peggy once told me that a new baby brings peacefulness to a home. At the time, I thought she was a lunatic. But the last two weeks have proven her theory true. Both of the boys have settled down a bit and we've all slowed down considerably. Finn has not turned out to be MJ's nemesis, in fact he'll sit still and smile at her indefinitely when we sit together on a sofa. He loves to hold her and never seems to tire of it. Seamus is equally enchanted - he loves to sing and talk to her - and to kiss her feet (someday they'll have a good laugh about that - or she will at least).

Who Doesn't Want to Hold a New Baby?