To darn busy and nothing to do.

I'm lonely. I used to have lots of friends. Somehow between the play dates,  PTA, housework, and life I seem to have forgotten them.
I haven't the foggiest idea how to fix that.

Today

There are days that making lunches and walking the two big girls to school and then coming home to be the baby's personal sleeping mat is a wonderful dream come true.
There are just as many days that being drooled on as the high light of my day is well, depressing.
Most days it's just life.
Nothing spectacular but breathtaking all the same.

Easter

After slipping into a peaceful sugar induced coma, I had a thoughtful conversation with my 5 & 6 year old about Jesus, crucifixion, and God.
A summary of Kaitlyn & Samantha’s thoughts follows:

• It was agreed that Crucifixion was much easier to talk about with lots of candy. That must be why we get candy at Easter.




• God being very smart must have understood that kids would have a hard time understanding why anyone would be so mean to a nice guy like Jesus.




• God must have decided looking for candy & eggs would be like the women looking for Jesus in the tomb.




• Finding all the wonderful candy would be like the joy of knowing he was not dead and with God.




• Focus on the good parts, like being with god instead of wormy, not the scary parts that led to Jesus being dead. Just saying Jesus is dead is scary enough for kids. (We would have to know he was dead for anybody to be looking for him in a grave.) In talks about easter; leading up to easter.




• All the other stuff is to scary to talk about before candy. We should still talk about it but not till after the candy.

I love my kids. I love the way they think. I love the way they reason things out. I love the logic process they use to solve a problem. I love their relationship with God.

Girls are awesome!

Sugar and spice and everything nice….. that is what girls are made of… J

I'm sure boys are great fun but girls are fabulous in pink. They like clothes, shopping, going out to lunch, they notice cute shoes, adore having their nails done, and truly believe you can never ware too much pink. They also love to dig for worms, enjoy dirt, and recognize the awesomeness of power tools (even if they are loud & not pink).

 

The modern girl is awesome.
She likes dirt, tools, and building things.
She likes pink, shopping and dressing up in princess gowns and coveralls for those dirty jobs.
She just digs with pink polka dot shovels, has bows on her coveralls, and keeps her tools in a beaded handbag.  
My girls fascinate me. The idea that tools don't come in pink is ridiculous to them. So is the idea that there are things they can't do because they are girls. They teach me things every day and our adventure together is still just beginning.

made me think

I read a wonderful post today by one Miss Elle.
It was a post that made me smile, a soul deep smile.

She was talking about that moment when you relies that you are no longer "you" but a new "mother" version of yourself.

I loved that moment.
The moments when you miss watching grown up programing but wouldn't give up the snuggles and giggles on the couch watching something animated for anything in the world.

Coffee shops, happy hour, carefree shopping, and many more things suddenly don't have the same siren call they once did.

When we first started talking about more babies, i was scared.
My girls are big enough that i was getting that "me" time back. I didn't know what i was giving up with my girls. I also didn't know what i was getting.

Now I'm eager to finish our remodeling projects and get pregnant again. The snuggles, kisses, hugs, drawings, story time, well everything really even when they drive me crazy; that's my siren call now.

it's been awhile, let me catch you up

Things are moving along at a pretty good clip here. Still can't believe that it's almost August but we have been busy getting things done.

The rehab project for the garage is complete. New roof, fixed siding, new man door, new garage door, and the roof no longer dips. Yeah!

The Playroom is no longer in the formal dining room attached to the living room. Half has been relocated to the old dining room and the other half is in the basement.

The basement is no longer piled floor to hip and I'll admit in some places ceiling with our junk. All of the garage stuff has been relocated to, well the garage. Several boxes have been gone thru majority of contents tossed out and repacked in one box. This has left room to pack up all the miscellaneous baby gear that was taking over the basement. The end result is that i have a wonderful space to sew in. Eric has a cabinet to keep all of his computer stuff in and a work from home desk that holds our home server. The girls now have their own TV area and some toys in their "own space" in the house. I still have more to do down there but the end goal is in sight.
The kitchen: well we have torn up the floor, the hardwood goes thru out the kitchen :) and is in great shape! Eric tore down the pantry wall, redid all the electrical including installing two new outlets and two light switches, and hung the drywall. He is starting on the next wall tomorrow. It's the one with my stove so I'll be BBQing for awhile, but it'll be worth it.

When we haven't been doing that stuff we celebrated our 8 year wedding anniversary. The girls did the SHOCK dance camp and performed at halftime. We have been going to SHOCK games. We celebrated several birthdays and a few anniversaries. We enjoyed the 4Th of July festivities. Sundays at the lake. Afternoons at the pool. Kaitlyn lost another tooth. And we of course have been enjoying our Movie Nights in the backyard.

In August we will still be full steam ahead on the kitchen. We have two weddings Scott's and Danica's. One May Boys weekend. And school shopping to do.

Wish us luck!

tooth fairy

My baby lost her first tooth today.

It was a happy, exciting, nagging reminder that she is no longer a baby.
I relish these milestones of hers.

I also hate these milestone.
They are reminders that in a few short months time, i will have to share her with the world. I fully admit i don't like sharing. She's mine, enough said.

She is a sensitive, smart, brilliant, intelligent, funny, charming, methodical, loquacious little girl whom i adore more each day. She can reason her way into or out of anything she puts her mind to. I may say no five times, maybe even ten, what ever the objection she will find a way around it. She has been doing this since before she learned to speak. At five and a half she has gotten frighteningly good at it. "dinner is in the crock pot, the table is set, both parents are home, it is windy but not dark or cold or rainy, sissy & i have our coat and shoes on, May we go fly a kite?"
If in years to come she does not go into a field of work that uses her innate skills at argument I'll be shocked.

Tonight I will place a dollar and some gum into a tooth shaped pillow. I will squeal with delight as she shows me her treasures in the morning. I will hug her and snuggle her and ponder the tooth fairy with her, tomorrow will be a great day.