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I love you… So. Much. I love you even though 9 years ago today I experienced he greatest amount of physical pain I will ever experience in my entire life… but that’s a whole other story that I will have to tell you when you are much older… Like when you are 16 and want us to buy you a car and I will tell you about… “all the pain you put me through when you were born… I can’t believe you would ask anything more from your bless-ed mother…”
Today was The Last Day of School and it makes me feel old… aged… older… aging…. sad.
When my life evolved to the point where it made sense to have a baby, I pictured myself the mommy of a soft baby, with buttercream for skin. Forever. My daydreams never veered. The whole world was pastel and cooed… Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star was the theme song that played softly in my dreamy, baby mamma heart.
Imagine my surprise when I learned that lasted, like, a month.
Continue reading ‘Remember the Sunsets: The Last Day of School’
It seems that lately, the strongest emotion I feel towards my children is irritation. Like right now - they should be in bed, but they are not becauseIhavenoideawhy. I grind my teeth. I seethe. Profanities tear through my mind like farts tear through a digestive tract after a bean feed.
I like the word “fart”. It just has a ring to it. I also like “myocardial infarction”. It sounds like an educated person’s way of saying “fart”, except it is totally not. It’s another way to say “heart attack”. But saying “myocardial infarction” sound so much more… edumacated-like. Don’t you agree? I digress, in the worst sort of way. It’s how I cope. See I am not even focusing on the fact that mykidsarestillnotasleepandtheyshouldbeand *gasp* Iamlosingmymind…
This morning I fell in love with Lucy all over again. I find I get lost in the “to do’s” of the day and let the schedule shape my emotion and approach toward my children. Shame, shame, shame… Continue reading ‘I fell in love all over again.’
Whoever said “Silence is golden”…
never knew a 3 year old who was supposed to be taking a nap.
Above: The “Silencers”
Below: Only part of Silent Non-napper’s artistic creation
If one looks closely - one can see little chunkies on those sweet fingers.
“Chunky what?” Nearly an entire jumbo tube of glue stick. Good times…. good times.
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Olivia cried early this morning, “The Tooth Fairy didn’t come!!!”
That darned tooth had been hanging for weeks. The Tooth Fairy SHOULD NOT have missed her delivery. Plus, Olivia just broke her wrist - the Tooth Fairy should never miss visiting the 6-year-old-girl with lopsided ponytails and a broken wrist.
Joel added from across the hall, “Yeah! Hey MOM! Remember the time the Tooth Fairy forgot to come for FOUR NIGHTS?!!!”
Yeah. She remembers. Maybe the Tooth Fairy should start depositing the cash straight into the kids’ therapy fund.
ferrets. We had 2 ferrets before we had kids - Sport and Molly. Stinky animals - even though they were de-stinked. Anywho… We would find all sorts of treasures in and behind our couches, or tucked into the darkest recesses of our home. We had this one couch that had storage underneath - we’d find magazines and all sorts of surprises.
I wish I had taken pictures of the back of my van today. For a moment I though I may have given birth to a flock barrel litter business of ferrets (Of. Stinkin’. Course. The collective noun for ferrets is - business! Not. Kidding… Why would it be anything else?) I found pairs and part-pairs of shoes, wands, fossilized chicken nuggets, scraps of paper, sippy *blech* cups, crayons, crumbs and more crumbs, jackets, shirts, socks, soccer jersey, used straws, markers, fast food toys, hair clips…. a virtual restaurant, preschool, and clothing store on wheels. Golly, one would think my kids leave the car naked with all the clothes I found stuffed here and there…
And that is why I think children are like ferrets.
The end.
Oh people. People! Why was my mother’s day happy? Well… for starters - if you have been here before you can see the BEAUTIMOUS changes on this here site. My very talented, creatively inspired, staying-up late to tweak and perfect, loving, adoring and cutie-pie husband… redesigned my site!
When I saw it - I tenderly touched my laptop screen, and squeak-whispered, “I luh her…”
of my poor mothering…
We went to the park earlier this week. It was supposed to be in the low 60’s and sunny. That’s a heat wave around here. We dressed for the sun, but I did bring sweaters - just in case - because I am a good Pacific Northwest mom.
Anywho… I was busy swinging higher and better than Olivia (my 6 year old) when Lucy (age 3) went up to another mother across the park and asked, “Can you get me my sweater? I’m cold.”
I saw Lucy talk to the mom (who I later interrogated about her very cool nose piercing). I figured I should see what was up. So I got as much air as possible and did a back flip with a twist off the swing. I spouted “Neener, I’m better than you!” to Olivia. Then I ran off to make sure Lucy’s new mom was able to find that sweater. Kidding.
I dragged my feet and stopped the swing completely - so as not to break my old and fragile back. I told Livi I was proud at her efficient swing-pumping, gave a thumbs up, insisted she didn’t need another Under Dog to get more air, and left to check on Lucy and her new mom. I found out what Lucy needed, retrieved her sweater, and saved my girl from hypothermia. Then I returned to the mom Lucy nearly adopted and asked her all about her cute little nose stud.
And people wonder what I do all day.
Dear Olivia,
That is what I wanted to command you to do on your birthday. I close my eyes. I pray this vision of you on your sixth birthday is seared into the “forever” part of my memory:
You were walking down the Sunday School hallway at church. You and G. were walking shoulder to shoulder. Your pink, sparkly giggles bounced off the walls. Your smiles were as big and as spectacular rainbows. You were giddy… overwhelmed… pleased as punch. You practically hovered above the ground due to the Power of the Awesomeness of Turning 6. You were wearing new birthday gear: a pink headband with girlie-colored polka dots, 2 black-flower-shaped-clips with “diamonds”, both of your new necklaces, a ring, an oversized $5 gold lame’ purse stuffed with your new felt coloring tablet, a swirly 4 color dress, pink flip-flops with sparkles, a missing top-front tooth, AND newly pierced ears. Looking at you would make the Disney corporation green with envy - because, little girl - You. Were. IT. If ever there was “money”, girl, YOU were “money”. I’ll explain later…
I remember looking down… watching you giggle with your friend. I knew I was frantically taking in fleeting precious moments I would never embrace again. I couldn’t breathe in deep enough nor look hard enough to keep your excitement of “Being Six”… frozen in time. As I embraced the flutter of you girls chatting and giggling, you spouted with such ovewhelming spirit,
Neither. Can. I…
Today marks the day of my official re-entry into “training”… today Katie and I tackled our 6 mile run. We ran some hills, but didn’t push it. We finished in a little over an hour… which translates to 10 minute miles, plus a bit. Not fast, but a completed goal… we are both warming back up to the idea of our “long run” mornings. Next week - we’ll cover 7.
Part of the joy of running, for me, is Continue reading ‘The Stomach Ache’
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