You make up beds and patch boo-boos, wipe bottoms, do dishes with one hand while eating with the other, bake cookies, fold the laundry, and chop the veggies. When I get up, my eyes are half-open and I've got a bit of messy Billy Idol-ish mohawk thing goin' on.Īnd you? Many of you reading this are rock stars. I even kind of resemble one in the morning. All rock stars have managers, right? And while we're at it, how about a driver? I need one of those too. I may have more to say on this later, but for now, see number 6. I think I'm somewhere in the middle of these two little ladies. In my mind I sometimes imagine that I have a modern gal on one shoulder-happy to be juggling multiple projects, texting on my cell, running around with the kiddos, and uploading videos to YouTube.and a little Amish girl on the other-one who longs for a quiet walk in a wide-open space, and has never seen a television or a computer. While I find my modern conveniences quite enjoyable, in our world of facebook and smart phones, and Apps for everything imaginable, technological advances are happening at warp speed, flooding into nearly every waking moment, and if I don't put a cork in it, I might miss something really great. I've had the strongest desire to go dark lately. And time alone with my husband? Also rare (see numbers 5b and 6).ġ0. Magical baby milestones are happening at every turn and though I desperately want to chronicle them all, I'm just having so much fun being smack-dab in the middle it. My real life is happening in real time and I don't want to miss a thing. I tend to have more than one good read laying around the house in places that I might steal small doses of a paragraph or two when a moment presents itself.ĩ. We finally finished putting Christmas away (see number 3 again).Ĩ. I rarely argue with my body these days.Ħ. Four half-written posts and another dozen in my head but lack of time, creative juices, or more often than not, an inability to ignore my body's command to sleep have kept me from completing any of them. Still unpacking, reorganizing, and recovering (see number 3).ĥ. It was a priceless moment and worth every effort to be there for it!!!Ĥ. Xee's dad was incredibly surprised to see us and moved to tears. (Until today, this was number 1 on the list.) one night of throwing up (Phoebe again), THE nastiest virus on the planet for all but my mom (thank you Lord for my Mom!), bilateral ear infections for Miss Phoebe (SERIOUSLY!!), my first (and likely last) solo flight with the two kids, one week-long sinus infection for me.deep breath. A last-minute trip to the mainland for Xee's dad's 65th surprise birthday party which included one overnight flight into L.A., a drive to Fresno, where we stayed for two days, headed back to Orange County, said goodbye to Daddy, a pinch or two (or a hundred) of baby drama, lots of hugs and kisses, one very surprised sister of mine (gotcha!), precious time with my Mama, and one very hairy second week, which included. I'm thankful for good neighbors, who pull hoses from garages and spray down the street while I stroke the hair of one very sad (and embarrassed) little lady.ģ. Poor thing came running down the street to tell me how she was feelin'.she didn't have to say anything. Phoebe didn't show symptoms til about 4 o'clock this afternoon while playing with friends outside. This morning I woke up with food poisoning (or a stomach bug?). Three seconds ago I was helping Phoebe aim for the bowl next to her on the couch. At this very moment I am picking the laptop off the floor to continue with this post. I sure hope it was just this morning! I hope it happens on your way home from work, while walking your kids to the bus-stop, sweeping the back porch or mowing the lawn. When was the last time you something as outlandish as that? How about a volcano erupting white chocolate lava? A giant dinosaur baby holding a rattle, or perhaps a host of elephant angels? Have you ever seen a french poodle diving into a pool of of marshmallows? I have. We live in the most ideal place for that. I'm living moment by glorious moment dancing in the kitchen, giving piggy-back rides, singing our ABC's and teaching baby sign language again! We've been swept up into the world of Betsy Tacy, while sewing blankets and curtains and designing clothes for a stuffed toy (I mean, genuine member of our family) named Valentine. So don't you get any ideas about this being a regular occurance. Now our family has blossomed and well, twenty-month old boy.need I say more? Some of you faithful few may recall that I didn't start this blogging thing 'til Phoebe was at a "manageable" age. Its been eons since you saw freshly typed words around these parts.
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