Thursday, March 29, 2007
...I would be so happy! I could get so much done! Not an attractive look by Paris and Milan standards of course, but imagine the possibilities. The laundry could be folded while simultaneously emptying or filling the dishwasher and changing a diaper. I could help with homework, make dinner and give myself a spa quality pedicure in one fell swoop! Sheer prefection in my mind. This is my own warped version of cosmetic surgery. Anyone know of an octopus with a organ donor card?
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Some of you have one, some have six, I have three. Three little crazy people that run around my house and make messes and eat a lot of food. But whether they are handing me their boogers or giving me sticky kisses or ridding themselves of their latest guilt I wouldn't trade my life for that of another. Sure a little quiet bungalow on a beach with the sounds of waves and seagulls sounds nice some days but who would tug on my hand and grunt to go outside for a mid-morning swing? Who would ask for "quality time" together by backing into my crisscrossed legs with an open book? The time I have with my children is so priceless yet it flies by at the speed of light. The one who first blessed my belly is now more than shoulder height, his sister who came only 15 months later is giving him a good run for the money academically and size-wise. Then the baby who came 7 1/2 years later is quickly pushing into the terrible twos when his first steps seem like yesterday's headlines. God continues to bless me with these babies, boogers and books and I am forever thankful for all three!
...of most things. Loud noises, monsters, big slobbery dogs, tall hairy men and especially school. She doesn't like the idea of leaving the safety of her mommy's shadow for that many hours in a row. And who will be there that she knows? What if the kids are mean? What if the teacher is a tall hairy manly monster? She is loaded with excuses why she can't go... “I can’t go today, Mama.” She started to pout. “My belly feels funny and the ‘button’ fell out.” “I have to stay home, Mama.” Her lip became twitchy. “My fingers feel lazy and my toenails are itchy.” “Something is wrong, Mama.” She seemed kind of groggy. “I have a cramp in my lip and my ears sound foggy.” Maybe tomorrow will be easier.....then again, maybe not!
Monday, March 12, 2007
....she is Lola, a quirky little artist who thinks and "speaks" in pictures! She is a heroic underdog of sorts, the kind of kid that in hindsight I wish I had had the courage to be growing up....keep your eye out for Lola.... she's making her mark on the world!