Happy Birthday Baby!

Six years. I can’t believe its been that long. Seems like just yesterday she was born. 6 weeks premature, surrounded by a medical team and a waiting helicopter to transport her to the closest NICU. The silence waiting on that last push….the holding of breath and the beautiful exhales that came simultaneously. Perfectly pink and tiny. She shocked and surprised the world by saying “What’s the fuss about?…..I’m here…I’m beautiful…I’m ready to go!” She demanded her crown from the first moment. And now….six years later, she is still perfect. At least most of the time :) She still commands an audience with just the smile on her face and the flash of her eyes. Like all adoring mothers, I foresee great things for her. She makes Anne Shirley seem unimaginative, Lydia Bennett somber, and Junie B. Jones an angel. With her charm, brains, and the ability to bring laughter, she will be a woman to reckon with….a formidable force. Watch out world…here she comes.

That bad bird…

There is just something uplifting in comfort foods. Every now and again, I have to break free from my “no fry” rule and just turn to the dark side. And if you’re going to be bad…be very bad and just go for the gold. Yes, I know my thighs are screaming NOOOO as the Crisco pops and bubbles…but oh well…an extra lap will placate them along with the salad we will be having tomorrow.

Ahhh spring….

So its spring in full bloom here. My favorite dogwoods are in perfect full bloom. I love these few weeks of perfect 75 degree weather and humid rains. The mixture of dull gray contrasting with our own Carolina blue skies. To wake in the morning with a nip in the air, knowing it will give way to warm breezes. Sitting on the front steps watching my little explorers build sturdy forts and castles for the many caterpillars. You know, its funny….as a child I longed to be a caterpillar so I could turn into a butterfly and fly where I wanted. Now I realize how lucky I was not to have gotten my wish. At least I wasn’t prey to the over abundance of affection little ones (like my son) give these poor creatures.

It’s a tea party and you’re not invited!

 

That’s what I wake up to this morning. Its 8:00 and I hear giggles from Hannah’s room. I think nothing of it…usual Saturday morning. I go into the kitchen to make coffee and get a diaper and wipes ready for Mark. I step into the kitchen and see the tea pitcher on the floor. The refrigerator open. The cabinets wide open with a bar stool pushed under them. Also, is an empty pack of fig newton’s, and a peanut butter lid. I go to investigate. Hannah’s door is locked. I knock. “Who is it?” as if she didn’t know. I say, “Hannah, unlock the door, and what have you done to the kitchen?” They know they are caught. I hear shushing, and lots of loud whispers as the scramble to try and hide everything in the closet. I laugh…she opens the door “Good morning Mommy”….I say “Ummmhummm.” and then there it is….tea poured on the floor. Crushed fig newtons, and stacks of graham crackers smeared with about a pound of peanut butter and blackberry jam on each cracker. Tea in 6 glasses filled to the rim. Plates, spoons, and forks stashed in the closet. Jam stuck to every crevice imaginable. Its been a nice morning.

 

At least Sarah Rose, Fozzy, Tuggie, and Mr. Potato Head had a nice tea party before Mean Mommy came to break it up.

 

Battlefield

Its life and not love that is a battlefield and most days I’m weary and spent. Can’t relax because you spend it waiting for the very next thing. You stand there tense, ready to spring and your mind semi alert-yet so tired. You find humor, you laugh. But how do you find humor in days like that when it is your everyday…your every moment. I have to keep telling myself. Its not his fault…its not your fault. It just is. I worry about how others see us..then I remember. We are human. Humans make mistakes. No one judges us like we do ourselves. So at that moment I think I will finally break…when its hard to look past the broken doors, the tears, you know you just have to smile and keep on truck’n’.

Bringing in the New Year

With that I guess I’ll try new things. Like this new fangled blog mess floating around. Why not, right? Could be a great new outlet, could be something I never remember to come back to. I’m like that. Who knows what this will be. I’m by no means a writer. Except for to-do list which I always seems to loose or never end. I never proof and my typos annoy myself, so sorry in advance for anyone who may stumble upon my rambles.