Clear as day I heard him say it. I’d woken up from an afternoon nap with the girls and came out into the living room to see him hanging out with Daddy. I walked right by him to sit on the next couch and he started fussing. Reaching his arms in my direction, he said it. “Ma-ma.”
Could have just melted my heart. The whole room was right there and we all went stunned silent. For a heartbeat. Before breaking out in a cheer with hugs and cuddles .
I love this little guy.
I wanted alone time. And now I have it. Except I have nothing to do. The book I am reading is on my iphone and that’s out of batteries. There’s not a single movie in the theaters I’d like to go see, and the friday evening t.v. viewing is bleh.
About all that’s left is cleaning. And I do not want to clean. Not today.
It has really hit me lately that we really are going to be heading north for winter break. We’ll be spending a week with my folks in Nebraska and a week with Dh’s folks in Colorado near Denver. I’m looking forward to the time with family. By the time December rolls around it will have been a significant amount of time between our having seen both Dh’s folks and mine.
Not only am I looking forward to reconnecting, but I am starting to get excited about having a little mini family vacation. As silly as it sounds, I’ve never taken any time to explore Denver and the surrounding area. Traditionally, when we visit, we just spend time with family. However this time, I’d like to spend time with family and do something touristy. Aspen, Estes, Molly Brown’s house, Buffalo Bill’s gravesite, and the Denver Mint.. here we come!
*Can you believe that image is from TWO years ago Thanksgiving?
Sheesh, where has the time gone?
I was elbow deep in dinner prep when all three girls came to stand at my side and poke their hands into what I was working on. Tired from constant attention all day long, I asked the girls to please go play for another two minutes. Just as I made my request, my middle daughter reached for a hot casserole pan with her bare hands.
Quickly, I moved her hands back and told her, “Do not touch that pan. It is hot. Now please go upstairs.”
My middle daughter asked, “Why?”
Too tired, I answered, “Because I told you so.”
There was a moment of silence. And then my eldest chirped in from behind my elbow, “What is ‘I told you so?’”
My five and a half year old curled up next to me on the couch and smiled. She touched my arm before telling me, “Mom ’till I get 7 or 8 or 10 years old…”
I smiled back, encouraging her to explain what fantastic thing she was going to accomplish at those really cool ages. Fully expecting her to declare that she would be capable of tying her own shoe, I was more than a little startled when she finished her statement with:
“I’m going to have a cell phone.”
Ugh. They didn’t warn me it would start so early!!
After three years of hosting my own blog and nearly a decade of journaling, I’m making another move. An opportunity to join the mommypress community has presented itself, and the timing for this change is absolutely perfect. I love a fresh start, and I’m excited to start this new phase of writing with the mommypress team.
Please, if you are new to my blog, feel free to look around. I have a few of my archived entries imported over, so there should be at least a few entries to look through. You might also want to check out my bio page for a quick overview of myself and my family.
If your someone I’ve journaled with for a few years now, I want to thank you for taking the time to transition with me. I know that switching URLS can be the kiss of death for most bloggers. In my case, I’m hoping it’s the breath of life this dusty little corner of my life needed.
My Dad has been in Nebraska for over a month now. As soon as my folk’s sell their home, my mom and my younger sister and niece will be joining him. My girls don’t understand why “Papa” is gone to “Ne-gah-ska” and keep trying to figure out when he’s coming home, or when they’ll get to see him again.
A couple days ago I was herding everyone around trying to get us all dressed for the day. My eldest asked me where we were going and my middle daughter explained, “See Papa in Negahska.”
I had to explain, that “No, we’re not going to Nebraska today. Instead we’re headed to the store.”
Then today we pulled up at Costco to do some shopping and DD2 asked me, “Papa in Costco?”
No, honey. Nebraska and Costco are not the same place.
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My youngest really like touch games. She can recite the rhyme to “around the world” complete with the actions for tracing your face and tickling your chin. She also likes for me wiggle her toes while I recite, “This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none, and this little piggy went wee, wee, wee, all the way home!”
So, this evening, we were sitting together while I sorted laundry, and she leaned back. She lifted up one foot and asked me with the most earnest eyes, “Market toes, please?”
What a smartie.
In about four minutes I’m headed to bed. I’m not in the least tired, but I know staying up is not the wisest decision. Especially considering that it’s nearly midnight.
I’m actually in the mood to gab on the phone, but realize most of my friends and family are sane enough to actually already be in bed. So, I’m resisting the urge to bother people who are already asleep, and instead am doing a quick update here before I make myself turn in for the evening.
Probably the biggest news is that in about 12 days Dh, myself, and DD3 are headed to Punta Cana for a mini-vacation in the Domincan Republic. I’m way too excited for my own good, and can’t hardly wait till we board the plane. Although, I am a little concerned about the fact that our layover in Charlotte is thirty minutes! Gulp. Wish us luck on that one!
My two eldest girls will be staying with Grandma and DFS3 will be in respite care with a good friend.
It’s not the way we normally vacation, but it’s how it works out this year.
I know DD1 and DFS3 will do fine. DFS3 is still fairly oblivious and is happy as long as he’s fed and held. DD1 is a raging extrovert who thrives on newness. She’ll see the time as an opportunity to try new things and have almost-undivided Grandma attention.
The child I’m the most worried about is DD2. She’s my shy-gal. She’s also my most likely to be homesick. I spoke with her today about how she is going to spend the week with Grandma. She seemed excited. But then, she was that way when it was time to have a sleep-over with the cousins. All excited and happy until the reality of the situation hit home.
Be praying for her if you think about her next week. She’s going to need lots of brave vibes and encouragements.
Our purpose said best here:
“They [The Tea Parties] are about opposition to our tax money being spent in a reckless, foolish fashion and at an unprecedented rate, tripling the deficit with thousands of earmarks and tons of pork. They are about a bunch of politicians who signed onto a spendulus bill they didn’t bother to read and that they rushed through before anyone else had time to read either. They are also about the government taking over private enterprise — determining the salaries of privately employed individuals, demanding resignations from US executives and even getting into the business of guaranteeing our automobile warranties.”
It really is time that we stood up and had our voices heard. Stop spending money you don’t have, on things we don’t need or want.
My husband just recently celebrated a milestone birthday. To commemorate it, my kiddos and I set out to make him an extra special birthday cake.
In this house, “extra special” generally means: “Something we’ve never tried before, but think we’ll have a blast doing.” So, inspired by Rachel’s rainbow cake, we set out to make one for my hubby.
As per instructions, we divided our cake batter into six bowls, and then I placed a little spoon of food dye into each bowl and asked my girls to mix the batter up. The girls had a blast mixing the colors in the batter and watching it transform from a dull white cake batter, into a vibrant shade of pink, green, purple, red, orange, or blue.
At one point, DD1 started giggling; she gave me a hug and exclaimed, “Our cake is like magic!”
After we baked the rainbow cake, we carted it off to my sister to have her guide us through the process of turning the magical rainbow into a more manly replica of Dh’s Police badge.
Everyone got a giant kick out of A) surprising Dh with the badge and B) watching his reaction when he opened the cake to find all the yummy magic the girls had packed into his surprise rainbow cake.