Tuesday, August 31, 2010
And I love that he is doing so many fun activities each day. I so wish I could be home with him but this picture reminds me of what a good experience daycare is for him. The activities and interaction are wonderful for him. And most of all it reassures me that he is okay. He has a blast during the day and is learning lots in the midst of all the play and then I get to pick him up and we can have our own fun and learning. Removes my working mama guilt.
And dang it that shaving cream covered smiling kid just makes my heart happy!!!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
They did 3 root canals and filled 7 cavities. Yes my mouth was a mess! I hadn't had any dental work done in years. Nothing like putting things off. But I'm done now. My jaw hurts and I've been eating soft for for a couple days but today was the first day that it didn't bother me too much. I figure by tommorow I should be good to go. At least that is what I'm hoping.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
When my kid dumped a huge bag of splenda on the kitchen floor right after I did my shuffle mopping I did NOT just open the patio doors and use the leaf blower to blow it all outside.
I did NOT wake up on Saturday morning convinced it was still Friday and get ready for work.
What have you not done lately?
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I was thinking this evening about the pain scale they use at hospitals. You know the one where they ask on a scale of one to ten with one being no pain and ten being the worst pain what would you rate your pain. If someone asked me to do that for the pain I feel over my mom's death I would still rate it an eight.
When you are in the hospital the goal is to never let your pain exceed a five. So how do I function at an eight every day. My eight isn't what I feel on a bad day. I have an eight all the time! How can you live at an eight? Do I live at an eight? I know I'm alive but am I really living? There are so many days that I still drift through in a fog. I know that there are moments every day that I watch my little guy and feel pure joy. But then there is still always that huge empty spot that is a throbbing eight.
Maybe eight will be my magic number forever. Maybe this pain never goes away. Maybe I will just learn eventually how to survive better than I have so far. I suppose this is all part of the journey. I can't help but wonder what kind of person I would be if my mom was still here. I have a feeling life would be quite a bit brighter, more fun, and not quite so painful...
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
That may be the overall goal of National Night Out but it actually is just a really fun excuse to have a party with your neighbors. We had a blast! We had lots of food and root beer floats. The police department stopped by to visit with us all. The fire department brought a fire truck and ambulance for the kids to check out. They thought that was pretty cool. We had music and dancing. Lots of laughing and of course lots of sweating. It was hotter than heck out there! It was really nice to meet everyone, visit, spend time watching the kids play, and just having fun. I can't wait to do it again soon!
"Seriously I mean get the heck off the table!"
"Wow that is a whole lot of post it notes you put on the couch."
"I know you want more grapes but you have to eat something else."
"Because if you eat any more grapes you will poop a whole lot."
"Because grapes make lots of poop I guess."
"That's just how god made them, grapes make you poop."
"We aren't going to talk about the grapes anymore, no more talk about poop either, you can have a cheese stick."
"Why is your diaper off."
"I'm sorry your pinus is weally hot. But we don't just take our diaper off."
"Yes I would love to give you more hugs."
Friday, August 13, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Every day when I walk past them on the way to and from the car or mailbox I think of her. I remember how she used to care for them. I can promise you she took much better care of them than I did. She actually weeded her flower beds and watered on a regular basis.
And while they bring many good memories about her to the front of my mind they also make me miss her. But heck what doesn't make me miss her! I just wish she was hear. I wouldn't even mind if she griped at me for not taking care of my flower beds...
Monday, August 2, 2010
Yes it is true! This kid would play in a box for hours. In fact this weekend my sister and I gave him a box and it kept him occupied for quite some time. He laughed like crazy tipping over in it. But most of all he used that imagination of his. I love that!