Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Now, believe me . . . I am NOT one of those Mom's who gives her kids everything that they want. I definitely understand the word, "NO", and actually think that I say it quite often to my children. However, there was something about shopping for Katie's lunches that left me vulnerable this school year. I mean, these are her VERY FIRST LUNCHES of her VERY FIRST YEAR in school (. . . right?) Ok . . . How silly is that? What makes this even more upsetting is that . . . contrary to what it might look like . . . we are NOT the Rockefellers. The money spent on those snacks could have most definitely gone to a more appropriate place, like, let's say, the water bill. Or, perhaps, the electric bill. Yes, that would have made sense.
But I don't know what happened. What if she would have asked for the Mickey Mouse Apple Crisp Snacks, and I didn't have them? Or what would have happened if I only had the straight preztel sticks and she wanted the round preztels? Oh my goodness . . . well, it could have possibly stunted her growth and caused her . . . nothing.
It would have done absolutely nothing. Because this little girl really doesn't care what I put in her lunch. She is having so much fun at school, that the last thing she is worried about is her LUNCH. Hmmm . . . I'm beginning to understand. So, Mommy has learned a VERY BIG lesson this VERY FIRST week of school. In this case, I would say I've definitely found ENOUGH!
Friday, August 28, 2009
However, I'm still finding myself slightly irritated at some people I've come in contact with today (like the bozo who completely cut me off in the parking lot at Costco. Yeah, that wasn't nice.) But, all in all - it's been a pretty good day. Love you all, and sending continued peace and balance to you! (Check back later - I have fun post about my neighbor, Christina. Wait till I tell you about this one!)
Thursday, August 27, 2009
No sooner did those thoughts come out of my head that something else flashed in my mind . . . What in the world is WRONG with me? Seriously. I was clearly irritated at this person. This stranger. Me = Angry. So I started to evaluate what is happening with me that made me so upset with this nice lady (and her scarf.) I mean, this is not of character for me. I’m the one who has written on this very blog about smiling at strangers, dreams, and happiness. I’ve written of love and Christmas and special moments. And I was honest to goodness sincere with all of those past posts. This week, I’m just off.
So, instead of going to the doctor, I decided to do what any intelligent person would do . . . I self-diagnosed by consulting with WebMD. Alright, alright, I know. And, No, I am not promoting the use of WebMD versus a real life doctor visit. I am, however, being honest with the fact that I do NOT want to go to the doctor right now. I mean, I know what the doctor will say (lose weight, exercise, eat healthier, go for blood work, go for your mammogram, lose weight, exercise, did I mention lose weight?) Yes, I know all of those things. And I know that if I started doing just ONE of those things, I would probably be feeling 100% better than I am today. But, since I DON’T want to hear my dear doctor tell me all of those things right now, I consulted WebMD.
WebMD feels that I may be going through . . . Perimenopause. Wow.
I’m in my late 30’s (38 to be exact, and my buddy, Dr. WebMD, states it can start as early as late 30's - or anywhere between late 30's to late 50's), and I think I am experiencing every single symptom under perimenopause. Irregular periods. Check. Hot flashes. Check. Trouble Sleeping. Check. Emotional Changes. DOUBLE check. Headaches. Check. Problems with remembering or thinking clearly. Check.
Can it be? I know that I cannot seriously diagnosis myself with WebMD. I know that. I have a regular routine appointment with my doctor scheduled already for November. What is my plan until then? I am going to make a conscious effort to turn my life around, to a healthier lifestyle. This is not easy. I need to start by limiting the things that make it worse (caffeine, alcohol, stress, foods high in sugars and fats) and increasing the things that will help (plenty of fish, fruits, vegetables, get exercise and maybe try meditation.) And I’m going to probably blog all about it . . . as this blog REALLY helps me work through some things. Hey, maybe this will be it! A number of people have told me that I should write a book - but I have no idea what I would write about. Maybe this is it . . . "A Working Mom's Guide to Perimenopause through WebMD - in 100 Blog Posts" Could you see it? Nah, me neither. But then again, maybe I'll be the next Suzanne Somers for the Perimenopause Blog World. Hmmm. . . .
I am seriously interested in what you are feeling, though. Now, it might be that I am the only 38 year old NUTBALL out there (and believe me, I won’t be surprised if I am). But I am wondering if you find you are going through any of this. Please share with me. I think it’s important to find others who understand your feelings. So please comment below (you can be anonymous, if you’d like, so none of it can get back to you!) If you find that you are losing your mind – let me know. It will help to know that I am not alone.
Wishing you Peace and Balance.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
I make a conscious effort to keep my eyebrows up. I have an expressive and pretty animated face that clearly wears it’s feelings on it. It’s hard to hide when I’m sad, aggravated or even down right angry. And today is turning out to be no exception. Today, the eyebrows are down. . . bummer.
Today is a cloudy, rainy day. That doesn’t help the mood. I forgot to put on my engagement ring this morning (I only have my wedding band on right now, which is alright, but makes me feel “off”.) I forgot to put earrings on this morning. My eye glasses broke this morning - while sitting right at the kitchen table, the side stick just cracked (the type of break that crazy glue couldn’t fix), so I can’t see things very clearly right now. The rain has given me a sinus headache. My eyes are sore. I think I need to have a pity party right about now . . . want to join me? blah, blah, blah. . .
But then again . . . Wait a minute.
Wait just a minute.
I just remembered something.
Something that is slowly . . . making . . . me . . . smile.
This morning, after putting the finishing touches on the hair (you already know that I have hair issues), I walked out of my bathroom and found little Ella sitting on the floor waiting right there for me. I said, “Morning, Baby. How are you?” and she looked up at me, knowing that I just finished getting myself ready for the day, and said, “Mommy pretty.”
There. Mommy pretty.
Isn’t it wonderful . . . to have this little person think your pretty. Especially on a day when your not feeling so pretty? Mommy pretty.
I guess that is really all I need to remember. That to Ella, I am pretty. And you know what? My eyebrows are up, again. I’m going to try and keep them that way.
I'm not Greek and I don't speak the language at all - Aunt Penny and the group baking this day can surely vouche that I CAN'T EVEN PRONOUNCE what we baked (I do know that everything ended with a 'VA' or a 'NA' or a 'KA' . . . and had lots of BRANDY inside. . . wait, maybe that's why I had such a hard time pronouncing all of the words!) Here's one last photo of some of what we made: BaklaVA (there's that 'VA' that I wrote of earlier) and Melomakarona (and there's the 'NA'). Let me tell you - I may not be Greek, but I can bake a MEAN BaklaVA after this day!! (I have to spell it with the capital VA, because the group corrected my pronunciation and clarified that I need to stress the VA when speaking.) Did you even know that phyllo dough comes in NUMBERS? Seriously . . . we used #7. . . it's a bit thicker than the regular Jewel store bought kind. Ask me . . . I'll tell you all about it. I'm a professional now.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Me: Are you sure?
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
I feel like every single attempt I make at a style is immediately smashed with fine, lifeless, dried out, bodiless hair. Seriously. . . I don't know what it is. I mean, I'm a chunky girl. I guess God (or whoever) feels that if I can't have a THIN BODY . . . then he might as well give me THIN HAIR. If he decided that I'm to be a plump girl - why not give me plump hair, too???? Why stop at the head???? It's just not fair. (And, yes, I do realize that God does not make me plump. . . however God did create the person who invented cheesecake . . . therefore God is somewhat responsible for my plump bod.)
This week my dear friend asked me if I highlighted my hair. That was a polite friends way of saying, "Girl, your grays are BAD!!!! You really need to color your hair." So. . . I did. Thus followed a series of mistakes. . . To cooperate with the current economic hardship of my bank account - I decided to color it on my own (mistake #1). I bought my haircolor at Walmart (mistake #2) while grocery shopping with a toddler (mistake #3). I colored it on a morning I was off work, while my children seemed somewhat occupied painting at the kitchen table (mistake #4), which ended up being a 5 minute scream fest arguing for the better paint brush (seriously . . . they were arguing over a ten cent paint brush!). I was rushed and stressed, which is why it appears I missed the area near my right temple (mistake #5). And the color? Well, lets just say the color is somewhere between Amber Brown, as it states on the box, and CARROT (mistake #6).
So there we have it . . . 6 Mistakes I made. . . and therefore reasons why I should NOT have colored my hair.
But, when I think about it . . . it's not all that bad. I mean, there was that one time back in the '90s when I went to get a perm at a hair place in Ridge Mall and should have immediately walked out when the lady cut a hole in a PLASTIC GREEN GARBAGE BAG and put it around my neck . . . instead of the usual cape they drape over you. I think it took me 10 years to grow that perm out. Now that was a pretty rough hair moment. . .
How about you?
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Her “Wanna Walk” Demands started when Ella believed that declaring “I Wanna Walk” before arriving at a grocery store would truly prevent her from being placed in the cart and pushed in the cart through the store. The first time she made this demand I could not believe my ears. We were putting her shoes on in our kitchen and Phil was telling both girls to get ready to go to Target. Little 2 year old Ella stood up in the middle of the kitchen and declared, “I Wanna Walk” (which in her language translated to: I am NOT sitting in the cart and riding throughout the store.) I looked at Phil and we both cracked up because we couldn’t believe she just told us that she was going to walk. Seriously – we hadn’t even left the house yet. But she needed to set the scene, in advance. She was walking. Period. End of story.
A few months after that, we were in New York visiting Maria (and family), when we were again reminded of Ella’s independence. Auntie Ria (Maria) has the most amazing connection with children and I have witnessed some great moments of her communicating with my daughters through the years. This particular conversation between Maria and Ella went as follows:
AR (Auntie Ria): Ella, we are going to Costco, and Auntie Ria needs you to be a good girl and sit in the shopping cart.
E: I Wanna Walk.
AR: Honey, I need you to listen to Auntie Ria. I need you to be a good listener and ride in the cart. OK?
AR: So when we get to the store I need you to listen to mommy and daddy and sit in the cart, ok?
E: (pause) ok.
AR: Let’s shake hands on it, ok? Shake Auntie’s hands and agree that you will ride in the cart.OK?
E: ok. (shakes hands)
AR: Good girl. So when we get to Costco, you are going to go into the cart and ride in the cart, right?
E: OK . . . (pause) . . . Maybe I Walk.
A fairly recent habit of Ella’s is her fascination with . . . the Nintendo Wii. Awful, I know, but true. It’s not that she understands what she is doing; she has a very limited understanding of how to play any of the games. But she sees the rest of our family play it, and sees everyone having so much fun doing it, that she wants to be part of it. . . ALL OF THE TIME. Originally we had an extra Wii remote that we removed the batteries from which became Ella’s remote. That worked only for a short time – as it didn’t take her long to realize that, “Hey, this remote doesn’t light up and make noise like the other remotes do.” So, she now has a remote with batteries and all. I thought it would be ok. Except, now she wants to play Wii all of the time. She carries the Wii remote with her throughout the house. When she wakes up from a nap she asks, “Can we play Wii?” When she comes home from being out she asks, “Can we play Wii?” Before dinner, during dinner, even after dinner she is asking to play Wii. Please know that we do not play Wii all day long, there are many days that we don’t play it at all, so please don’t think that I am this awful mom who lets a computerized game occupy her child 24hrs a day (although, the thought did cross my mind. . . I mean, what would it really hurt? I’M JOKING!!) I knew we needed an intervention to the Wii game one day when she came from a visit at her Grandma’s house. I asked her what she did at Grandmas and she said, “We played bubbles,” and then began shaking her head side to side in such a disappointing manner, and concluded with “Grandma doesn’t have Wii.”
Our Ella. All she wants to do is Walk & Wii. A couple simple requests from this "Not So" Simple Girl!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
- Washed and folded laundry
- cleaned up dinner dishes
- made 2 zucchini breads (YES, I KNOW!)
- given the girls a bath and had snuggle time with them so I could work on a post for this blog
- brought my coffee up to me this morning as I was putting on make-up and getting ready for the day
- been sweeter than sweet!
Now I assure you, my initial purpose of posting that blog about him was NOT to get him to do all of these things . . . but I'll be honest when I say that it happens to be a MAJOR BONUS! Seriously.
I'm not sure what his actual reaction will be to it once he reads it (he might be a bit offended at the 200+lb. wagon comment, but hopefully he'll understand the importance of mentioning that). Until then, I'm going to sit on the couch and enjoy my coffee this morning . . . and be grateful for life right now!
Oh, and for those of you who spoke about your desires to start a blog. . . let this be another reminder of the benefits! DO IT!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
She spoke about how the reality of working a job that she didn't love made her cranky, tense and frustrated. She was at a breaking point in her life and was feeling overwhelmed and burnt out when she was reminded that "The only thing that is going to break you, is YOU."
What would you do if you could live your dream? Are you already doing it? Now I know that the prospect of someone handing over a $40,000 tip to you today is very slim. But isn't it interesting to really take a look at ourselves and consider if it's really "my bills, my spouse, my job, my family, my bank account" that is stopping me from living my dream? Or, is it ME?
I don't know the answer myself. And I find myself regularly searching for . . . something. Do I even know what my dream is? Maybe this blog is the start of it for me, I don't know. Whatever it is - I ask you today to think about your dream. Believe in it. Maybe that is the first step towards our $40,000. Just Maybe. . .
Sunday, August 16, 2009
It was pretty awesome when it happened. I was going about the day just enjoying what we were doing, and suddenly it’s like a lightning bolt hit me and . . . . love. So let me take a moment, if you don’t mind, and share with you why I love PG (oh, yes, that’s my husband. Phil. Affectionately known as “PG” aka “Phil Guy”. I’ll share that story another time.)
Reason #1: For making our reservation at The Iron Horse Hotel. When I mentioned to PG a few weeks ago that we should go away for a couple days, he jumped right on it (even though he does so much traveling for his work, he jumps at any adventure opportunity with either me or me and the girls). He quickly found the perfect place for us to stay, and made the reservations. It wasn’t until the night before we were leaving for our trip that I finally took a look at the website for The Iron Horse Hotel. And I was immediately nervous. Not because I didn’t think it would be nice - I mean, I KNEW it would be amazing. BUT you have to admit when looking at the website – it doesn’t quite look like the “family” kind of hotel that people with two young children would visit. Maybe the Harley Davidson motorcycle in the lobby gave that away, or the description on the website that it was geared for business travelers and motorcycle enthusiasts. I mean, I like motorcycles . . . I saw the movie “Wild Hogs” and thought it was hysterical. But I don’t think that necessarily fits the “motorcycle enthusiast” definition. Well, PG convinced me (after calling the hotel and being told “OF COURSE we love children here!”) that we would be fine. We arrived Friday evening after a long, hot, exhausting day at the Wisconsin State Fair. We looked like we had been dragged through the mud (and probably smelled like it, too). The staff greeted us when we pulled up and braved opening the back of our mini-van (who in God’s name is brave enough to open the back of a mini-van when you know the people are coming from out-of-town?) And I could immediately tell that this hotel was amazing. Quickly PG checked us in and we were led to our room (the doorman insisted on accompanying us up to our room) and finally I was able to breathe knowing that their other guests would not be subjected to the chaotic site of us. Our room was beautiful. The whole place was stunning, modern, sexy, just amazing. The building was over 100 years old and originally was home to a mattress factory. It had been completely restored and was just magnificent. Still, I kept thinking, “Oh, no, we should not be here with the girls. This place is too nice. There are no kids here . . . ” and on and on and on. Finally, PG realized that I was putting myself through some sort of internal hell and he looked at me and said, “Honey, would you rather be here with the girls and have all of this to experience? Or . . . not experience it at all?” I stopped and thought about it . . . and he was completely right. And at that moment . . . I realized why I love this man.
Reason #2: For making me laugh. Always. After a good night’s rest at the Iron Horse, we made way to the Milwaukee County Zoo for another hot day with lots and lots of walking. We had lots of adventures at the zoo that I’ll try and fill you in on at another time. But there is just one moment I want to tell you about now. We had hit pretty close to the end of our zoo trip and exhaustion was about to set in. We had brought our wagon from home (which didn’t get much use, as Ella really prefers to walk everywhere . . . of course she does, why wouldn’t she?) Just as we were approaching a long curvy hill, PG decides to SIT ON THE WAGON, with a leg on each side, and coasts all the way down the hill . . . while sitting . . . on the wagon. Mind you, this wagon is not made for 200+ lb. individuals. Nope, not at all. I stood at the top of the hill and at first thought, “Oh, Lord, those wheels are going to break for sure”, but ended up laughing hysterically as I walked down the hill. I laughed not only because of the view of PG from behind, straddling this wagon and riding down the hill, with Katie and Ella running after him shouting, “Daddy!!! Wait for me! Daddy!!!” But I laughed because as I made the way down this long hill, far behind PG, I saw the reactions of all those people he had passed while going on his ride. And they were laughing. Most of them stopped walking just to watch him (they probably had the same thought I had about the wheels), and every single one of them had a smile on their face. I walked pass a group of folks and said, “That’s MY man” and they roared with laughter. Yes, that was my man. And at that moment . . . I was reminded why I love this man.
So this was a pretty wonderful weekend. We had some amazing family time with our daughters, we had lots of laughs, very few tears, and two moments when a mommy realizes why she loves her man. Yes, a very good weekend for all!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
A little blog update for my faithful friends and readers. It's been 24 days since I've created this blog, and 13 posts later (that's about 12 more than I thought I would have since the first one!) This blog is turning into a pretty wonderful thing for me. I never imagined sharing my stories with the blog world would be so much fun and fulfilling, but it is!!! So many of you have emailed me or posted notes on Facebook about how much you enjoy this blog - and I THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Your notes inspire me!!!! Keep them coming!!!
Now, to a little bit of business:
- A bunch of people have asked me how to leave a comment on this blog if they don't have a Google or blogger account. Well, I did a little investigating as to how I set this whole thing up, and it turns out I needed to adjust the comment status when I created the blog (who knew?) Anyway, I have now fixed the status and you can now leave me a comment on any of my posts without having to log in to a google account. Just select "NAME/URL" in the comment section. It will accept only a name (you don't have to provide a URL). So, PLEASE LEAVE ME COMMENTS!! They mean so much to me. It would mean so much to know what you are feeling and to hear that what I am writing is inspiring you (or driving you crazy)! This blog is a format for communicating - not only me to you, but you to me. So, Please comment!!!
- I've also corrected my time stamp... turns out I had the time set up for Pacific Time zone. Now, I'd love to be blogging from some exciting place in California (maybe Napa or San Fran), but until that REALLY happens, I'm all central standard time zone! Yippie! (I still have so much to learn about blogging!)
- Finally . . . PLEASE tell you friends about me! If you are inspired or like my chaos, if I make you smile - then pass it on. I am so new to this, that I'm not sure how to build more readers. But YOU may be able to help! So if you think, "Oh my gosh, my friend has got to read this!" or "Oh, wow!!! My sister had a similar story - she would die to hear this!" then, please share my blog with them!
Ok, I think that's all the business I wanted to address (for now). I'm taking a couple days off from posting . . . I'm out on some little adventures with the family that will certainly create new stories for next week (yea!!!) Thanks for taking the time to read this. Oh, and for those of you who have told me that they have always wanted to create a blog . . . my reply to you is, "DO IT!!!" It is so rewarding and has helped me take a look at myself in a really strange (but FUN and CREATIVE) way. It's easy to set a blog up, and so worth it!!! If you do, make sure you share you blog info with me, and I'll become follower!!!
In the meantime - Peace & Balance to you! See you in a couple days!!
And as I sat there thinking about what just came out of my mouth – I was in shock. For never in my life did I ever think I would say those words. But . . . life changes once you bring a little baby into the world. It changes even more when you add a second one. Then, they start to grow. And they learn to walk and talk. And they follow you around (everywhere). Then they really learn to talk. Begging to have a friend over to play with, begging to play outside, begging for a treat or snack, begging to play Wii, begging for some more and more juice, and talking and begging and talking. Just being a kid.
And today my daughters walked out of the bathroom and closed the door. And I was in peace.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I mean I'm late . . . about 1/2 hour. Every darn day. To every darn thing.
This morning I needed to be OUT OF THE HOUSE at 7:30 AM. (I had an appointment at a client's office in the city at 9:30 AM, and I needed to stop at my office in New Lenox to get my laptop. Now, I understand this all could have been avoided by bringing my laptop home on Friday. Yes, that would have been a really good thing to do. Too bad I didn't think about that.)
So this morning I arranged for my dear sister to watch the girls (thank you Laura!) and asked her to be at my house by 7:30. She walked in at 7:20 AM (always punctual, as usual), and I think I was trying to get Katie up and dressed, or something. I don't know. All I know is at 7:52 AM I was just starting my journey driving down the street in my car, wondering why I was running late AGAIN!
I don't know how this happens. I can plan out the morning perfectly - with plenty of time to accomplish all of my morning goals (maybe thats the first problem. . . I shouldn't set any morning GOALS). Then all of a sudden . . . It's almost as if I truly believe the clock in my house will stop, and I think to myself, "Ooooo - why don't I just quickly . . . fold laundry, change my shirt, empty the dishwasher, change purses, change my shirt again, fix my to-go coffee, make a phone call, pay a bill online, take the garbage out, talk to a neighbor, change my shirt again . . . all in the next 10 minutes!!!!"
I need to really stop this behavior. It creates such tension inside - it's nuts. Hmmmm . . . I'll work on that. Just not today. Maybe tomorrow. What is that quote Scarlett O'Hara said, "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow." Dear Scarlett . . . what would Scarlett do? She wouldn't worry a bit about it. After all, the party wouldn't really start until Scarlett arrived.
Until tomorrow . . .
p.s. Did you REALLY think I was "LATE" late? Really? Heck NO!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
It interested me not only because of my love of cooking, but also due to my recent interest in blogging. I watched this movie feeling very much like Julie Powell, who was at a point in her life were she wanted to make a difference - to do something that mattered. Her idea to blog the process of cooking all of Julia's recipes in 1 year came from a strong desire within herself to do something incredible, and see it through from start to finish. Amy Adams was excellent! and Meryl Streep was phenomenal - seconds into the movie I truly forgot I was watching Meryl Streep and just enjoyed Julia Child. Really, the lady is brilliant and I can't say much more about her.
Nora Ephron did it again . . . I'll be adding it to my list of favorite Nora Ephron movies (along with You've Got Mail, Sleepless in Seattle, and When Harry Met Sally.)
Thursday, August 6, 2009
My mind, that is, AND a sandwich-size bag of grape tomatoes. I feel like I'm going absolutely crazy.
How does one loose a sandwich-size bag of tomatoes? It's actually quite easy. Just pack up your bowl of tomatoes after dinner, look for them moments later (after your husband comes in from the garden with a few more to put in the bag), and realize that they are NO WHERE to be found. Not on the table, not on the counter, not in the fridge, not in the cabinet, pantry, microwave, oven, dishwasher, freezer, drawer, living room, bathroom, garbage bag, garbage can, purse. . . NOT ANYWHERE!!!
It wouldn't be so bad to have just lost this sandwich-size bag of tomatoes today . . . but the thing is, a couple years ago Phil lost an Italian Sausage sandwich. Honest. We were BBQing w/my sister and brother-in-law, and Phil went in to the kitchen to make up a sandwich, only to come outside minutes later (after being distracted) with no sandwich in hand. He went back into the kitchen and could not find that sandwich anywhere. Well, it turned up later that night . . .
As I was putting clean dishes away I opened the cabinet and found Phil's sandwich. Safe and sound - waiting for Phil. I still laugh when I look at that picture.
Tonight, I'm looking for my tomatoes. (I've checked the dish cabinet, for old times sake, and, no tomatoes.) I'll keep you posted. . . .
(I can’t take credit for the red dot forehead idea. Rosie O’Donnell talked about it on her show years ago. She said that her son believed the red dot until he was about 6. So years ago I told Katie that when she turned 6, it would be harder and harder for Mommy and Daddy to see the red dot.)
One morning when she about 4 ½ years old, Katie was having Frosted Mini-wheats for breakfast. She told me she was done eating and I asked her how many mini-wheats she ate (because her bowl still looked quite full.)
She said she ate 9.
I told her that I didn’t think she ate 9.
She lifted her bangs, and I told her, “Nope – I see a red dot. You didn’t have 9.”
With her bangs lifted, she went on . . .
She said, “8?”
I said, “No. Still a red dot.”
She said, “7?”
I said, “Nope.”
She said, “6?”
I said, “Maybe, I can’t quite tell – the dot is kind of pink.”
She said, “Oh, I had 6, Mom. That pink dot that you see is just an old fib.”
She made me laugh so hard that morning. . . an old fib. So funny.
Katie turned 6 on June 29th. Some days I wish I told her I could see the dot until she turned 20. But I guess she probably would have figured out my secret sooner or later. Ah, well. . . Ella is right around the corner!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
- 1 knee replacement surgery & recovery from (not mine)
- 17 day business trip (also not mine)
- 14 day out-of-town relative visit (sister-in-law, brother-in-law, godson)
- 7 balloons
- 3 BBQ's
- 2 excellent grown up dinners out with dear friends
- 2 bowling trips
- 1 Wii consol breaking
- 1 goat feeding
- 1 birthday cake
- 1 trip to the Zoo
- 1 mudslide pie
- Lots of Yahtzee and Boggle playing
- Too many to remember - Extra dirty martini's (ALL mine)
- lots of smiles
- some tears
- prayers for friends
- lots of laughs
- A WHOLE LOT OF Chaos and Happiness!
While it all was pretty wonderful, I'm ready to get back to normal - whatever that may be. Tomorrow I promise to post a more thought provoking moment. In the meantime, grab the person closest to you, look them in the eyes and smile - and know that it takes only a brief moment to give love and to feel it in return.