Tuesday, March 31, 2009
read a page with sunglasses: check.
dress up dad (makeup, dress, hair. . .the works): vetoed.
puppet show: check.
l.p.s. (little pet shop): check.
jumprope, blindfold tag, make maskes (masks), tag, and tramp: maybe next weekend?
When Sunday morning arrived and we were getting ready to leave, the girls were a bit sad. While Courtney and I were in a rush getting packed to go, Kate kept saying she wasn't feeling good. We were so busy getting everything into the car that we didn't pay much attention. And added to all the sadness of leaving, I guess we just passed it off as a bit of reluctance about heading home. Whatever we were thinking (it seems a bit hazy and misguided now), we basically told her to buck up and get in her car seat.
Kate continued to let everyone know her stomach wasn't feeling good. And we, using our best counseling skills, continued to tell her there was nothing we could do and she just needed to find something to help take her mind off it.
Until. . .she threw up all over the back seat.
To which Courtney responded by quickly pulling off the road and asking, "Kate, why didn't you say something?"
At which point I politely mentioned, "um, she kinda has been". And we both laughed.
Hmmm, maybe we need to sharpen our listening skills. Or perhaps provide the girls with a hammer.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
We arrived home after bedtime, and so I worked quickly to calm everyone down, bark out bedtime orders, and shoo the girls to bed. Next I grabbed a little something to eat for a belated dinner, and tried to breathe for what seems like the first time today. And a hundred little devils started tromping through my head, confirming to me how rough I have it.
Tired. Misunderstood. Overworked. Unappreciated.
But just a few minutes ago, as I sat alone enjoying the peace and quiet of my little house, Kate appeared. Looking for "blankie". Together, we put on our detective glasses and went to hunt down her green, polka dotted, slightly dirty, but very beloved blanket. And as our magnifying glasses zeroed in on the prize, we giggled. And then she hugged me and said, "Mom, you're funny". And I said, "I try." And I scooted her off to bed.
And then I thought to myself, "I'm lucky." And my little world became a happy place again.
Just like that.
Monday, March 23, 2009
We love our daddy. Thanks for working so hard!
Our days in the sun went by a little too fast, but we had a great time. It's always good to have a little family together time!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
We were feeling pretty "lucky" that the bread had been the extent of the leprechaun tricks. But, Holy Cow! When I poured the milk into our glasses, it also had a strange, greenish tint. It occured the instant the milk hit the glass! We had to check the jug twice to be sure. But it was definitely white until it hit the glass.
What a gift!
Thank you for teaching us manners.
The magic of believing.
That it is important to take the time to make my life and my home beautiful.
That all of this really matters. But it's not the only thing that matters.
That my Heavenly Father is listening and wants me to be happy.
And making me feel like what I’m thinking about it important.
For being proud of me. For cheering me on.
Thank you for loving Courtney.
And the girls.
And even when he’s not.
That this stage won’t last forever-
diapers and tantrums and dirty fingerprints will be gone all too soon.
That someday I’ll look back and laugh at the difficult moments.
And even miss them a little.
But above all, there is one thing I’m especially grateful for.
To not let my fear of what others think hold me back.
To not be afraid to try.
You’ve taught me that I can pretty much do what I want.
If I want to.
It’s just an opportunity to learn.
And I should seize each opportunity.
Because I’m a daughter of God.
Who loves me.
And my mom does too.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Late this afternoon the girls went out to play. Coatless. And barefoot. After all, the day was beautiful- a balmy 45 degrees outside. And, of course, they've all got a fairly developed case of Spring Fever. (Who doesn't?) While it was lovely, it wasn't swimsuit weather. And so their dad (always one to find joy in crashing a good party) called out the door for them to come get their coats on.
Courtney doesn't give in. Instead, he has the nerve to demand once again that the girls put their coats on.
"You either wear your coat or come inside."
And so it happened that Ryenne shed some light on the seemingly late arrival of her beloved Spring. In a burst of tears and a voice full of heartbreak, she stormed past.
"You're making it so spring will never come."
So there you have it. It's all Courtney's fault.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
"This is our one and only chance at mortal life-
here and now.
The longer we live,
the greater is our realization that it is brief.
I believe that among the greatest lessons
we are to learn in
this short sojourn upon the earth
are lessons that help us distinguish
between what is
I plead with you to not let those
most important things
pass you by. . ."