Thursday, July 13, 2006

Scary Grasshopper!

I have never liked bugs. They scare me. I can handle anything smaller than a dime, maybe a nickel. But any bigger than that I call my husband to rescue me. If he is unavailable I will turn a cup upside down on the bug and wait until he gets home.

Tuesday, July 4, 2006

Lainy Ann's Birth Day

This story begins on March 1, 2003 that morning. I slept in until noon, and then I took a nap, and then I wanted to go to bed at 8 pm. But I felt so lazy for wanting that. I chastised myself, did the dishes and then bent over to clean the bathroom floor. POP My water broke at 10 pm.

Monday, July 3, 2006

Ta Da

I keep expecting Child Family Services to knock on my door. My son gets a major bruise at least 5 times a week. Thank goodness we don't have family portraits coming up. Just last week he was running in the backyard, tripped on a hose and hit his head on a small decorative boulder. The bruise and swelling was the size of a half-dollar. Just a few hours after that he fell off the toilet. He was sitting on the lid waiting for his bath. Ugh!

Those incidents don't mention the dozens of bruises on his legs that I don't know how he got. I started feeling like a bad mother. Until I remembered that it was this age when my daughter ended up with bruises daily.

I was reminded it wasn't my fault when he took a flying leap off the couch this morning complete with a "ta da" at the end.

Sunday, July 2, 2006

"I Love My Life" by Jamie O'Neal

I admit it I listen to country music. Fan is a little extreme, especially since I can't remember any of the artists names. But I love the upbeat tempo and the down to earth lyrics. Its great for listening to in the car.

The other morning we were heading down the hill to my daughter's preschool. This song came on the radio. Now, "rocking-out" isn't exactly the right term, but we cranked up the radio and I sang along. I started tearing up as I thought of my own life and how lucky I am to be a mom to two wonderful kids and have a loving husband.

And then I looked in the rear-view mirror to see my two kids bopping along to the music. They didn't know or even understand the lyrics. But there they were, dancing while my daughter kept saying "louder". All they knew was that mommy was happy and they were too.

I truly love my life.

Saturday, July 1, 2006

Bathroom or Playground?

I was in the laundry room when my daughter yells, "come quick, its broken" from the bathroom. It was her I-think-its-urgent-voice-but-it-isn't-really. So I finished up the laundry until I heard, "Connor, come see its broken." Well, that lit a fire under me. I certainly didn't want the 21 month old checking out whatever was broken. After all, it could be glass or porcelain.

I went into the bathroom to find the towel rod hanging halfway out of the wall. Now, when my husband installed the towel rods 2 years ago he told me to be very careful since it was plaster, not drywall. Each day I have carefully re-hung the towels, not pulling on them for fear of breaking these towel rods.

At first my daughter, 3 1/2, wouldn't divulge as to how they became broken. Obviously she had something to do with it since she was the only one in the room. But I wasn't sure if she had just pulled on the towels or what.

Hours later and I am still trying to elicit the truth. Until now she has said, "it broke". So I asked her again, "What were you touching the silver part (the rod) or the towel?" So she tells me, "I was swinging on the silver part." Well, no wonder its broken, I think to myself. "Just like yesterday", she finishes.