Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Me. The one who guzzled an entire bottle of water so my veins would be plump for the stabbing. Me. Whose little Erin decided this crowded dance floor was the perfect place to spin around with her blanky. Three separate times in fifteen minutes, I pulled Erin close to me to say, "Look in my eyes. It's not ok to spin here. There are too many people." I started to stress slightly at the young couple whose infant was in his carrier, just steps from Erin's moves. All this within thirty minutes of the littles' lunch time.
I knew what had to be done. I crossed my name off the waiting list and rounded up the kids. We walked out. My kids happy to be on the move again in sunshine. And me, wearing stickers all over my pants. Regretting the bottle I guzzled in light of the library video return I had to make on the way home.
Lanie says from the back seat, "Mom, that truck says Budweiser."
My little reader.
Come home to find an email from a friend who commented that kids provide perspective and joy. Thank you, friend, for that. Because they do: A sunshiney, spinning, sticky stickering, face hiding, blanky toting, truck reading, dramatizing, huggable, kissable, lovely, loving, chocolatey delicious perspective.
Friday, March 20, 2009
5:00 a.m. Finally back to sleep.
5:20 a.m. Erin decides to wake up. I tell her it's still dark out. She tells me to turn on the light. Then she starts to cry. I try to settle her down. She asks for a tissue.
5:25 a.m. I get the tissue. Erin has stolen my spot on the bed. When I scootch her over, she begins to cry in all-caps.
5:45 a.m. We are both back to sleep.
6:12 a.m. Lanie climbs into bed. She brings her sniffles. *Sniffle.*Sniffle.*
6:20 a.m. I send her back to her room because the sniffles are too much.
6:40 a.m. Lanie comes back into my room promising not to sniffle. She curls up too close to Erin and wakes Erin up.
6:41 a.m. Erin cheerily says, "Good morgeen, Mama!" Um. Ok.
6:44 a.m. We're up for cuddles.
7:00 a.m. We're finally out of bed.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
In recent days, she has brought these books to me on several occasions for a little doctoring.
"Mama, fix it?" she holds the pages out to me. Lucky for us that scotch tape can handle the job because my fix-it skills can be quite limited beyond that. Especially if anything requires sewing (Bun Bun the bunny is still missing his ear going on six months now).
These books are nearly held completely together with tape. Thank you, Denise, for gifts my kids just adore.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
I'm amazed when I can see talents and interests in my kids at such a young age. In all seriousness, at just past two, when Lanie could hold a crayon in her hand, she was drawing very obvious people figures. It's her gift, and perhaps a calling, for her to be artistic.
Erin, from much younger than two, has been interested in tools and how things work. I remember a project Shane was working on. The girls and I went to admire the finished product, but Erin barely gave it a glance and took off to check out the toolbox Shane had left on the floor.