You've heard me talk about my favorite city in the world. I would do anything to live there again. Unfortunately, my husband doesn't want to make the commute (The nerve!?!?!) so we live, as far south as he would go, in a great community similar to my favorite city. The only thing it lacks is my group of friends (and a larger body of water other than a lake). I have a few here in my new city of similar caliber but I still hang on for dear life to the favorite city ones!
When we first moved to the new city, I was feeling very sorry for myself regarding my favorite city friends. I had a group of them actually say good bye like I was moving to the moon. There is only a 45 minute drive separating the two cities. I was visiting my mom one day, still feeling very sorry for myself, mourning the friendships I thought I had lost, and feeling very unloved (What a drama queen!) and had walked out to my car for something. I heard my name being YELLED! I looked up to find a mom I was aquaintances with waving frantically. She made my day. I thought to myself "I really am loved!".
I had another similar thing happen yesterday- the reason for my blog topic today.
BACKGROUND- A very dear friend of mine became ill recently and found it was easier to be taken care of the way she needed by going to her mom's. She also required surgery. Did I mention that she has three kids all under the age of 7, a husband that works full time, and her mom's is almost 1500 miles away?!?!? I would have camped out at my mom's too! I felt as though she'd been gone the entire summer. We don't see or talk to each other on a daily basis but when we do, it's as though no time has passed at all. Her family and the time they spend together is VERY important to her so I try not to call her on the weekends or any time after 8 or 8:30 pm.
Last night I was driving home from my favorite city. We attended a Luau 7th Birthday Party. My cell phone rang. To my surprise it was my very dear friend! Did she know it was the weekend and almost 9:15 pm?!?!?!!? She called to see what my schedule looked like for this week so we could get together! They had literally just gotten home from being 1500 miles away (her husband flew down and they drove home). I was so excited I could barely contain myself. It was a phone call of unexpected wonderful-ness. That reminds me, I told her I would call her today to let her know. I only have an hour before my cut off ...... where's the phone!?!?!?!??!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
The facts
I was a Woman's Studies major in college.
I was raised by a liberal women's lib-er.
I am the mother of three daughters.
These are the facts.
I don't feel comfortable stating my beliefs (political or religious) in my blog. You can come to your own conclusions.
With that said, you can only imagine my overwhelming joy when, yesterday, during an argument with my wood nymph over what she was going to wear, she yelled at me "It's MY body, I can wear whatever I want!". I told her she was right and walked away.
Another proud parenting moment in my life.
I was only fighting her because her clothes didn't match in my eyes. As much as try to embrace her Gracie-ness, I regress every once in awhile.
I was raised by a liberal women's lib-er.
I am the mother of three daughters.
These are the facts.
I don't feel comfortable stating my beliefs (political or religious) in my blog. You can come to your own conclusions.
With that said, you can only imagine my overwhelming joy when, yesterday, during an argument with my wood nymph over what she was going to wear, she yelled at me "It's MY body, I can wear whatever I want!". I told her she was right and walked away.
Another proud parenting moment in my life.
I was only fighting her because her clothes didn't match in my eyes. As much as try to embrace her Gracie-ness, I regress every once in awhile.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Reality vs. Fantasy
I figured I'd better post something so I don't loose my readers or get knocked off Leah's list of blogs she reads.
The kids and I have been on vacation for a few weeks. Sounds exciting, yes?
My idea of a vacation would be kid and husband free, on a beach with gorgeous blue/green waves hitting the shore, me (40 ponds lighter of course) on a lounge chair with a big floppy hat and sunglasses- think Rene Russo in Thomas Crown Affair (Pierce Brosnan optional), being served fruity drinks with umbrellas in them, and a collection of my favorite books.
Reality is 'camping' in my in-law's front yard. My mom-in-law rocks! She set up the front yard amazing-ly (is that a word?!). Pool, sandbox (newly build by my father-in-law), 'food'/arts and crafts tent. We picked blueberries and blackberries (enough for TWO pies), picked veggies from the garden. We also rode quads and I had my first 'accident'. No major injuries.... just thorns and stinging nettle in hands and legs. Plus I have a seven year old who told me that she will never trust me again and won't get on a quad as long as I'm driving (She is so dramatic!). I had no cell phone service because we were out in the middle of no where! No where so much that someone has a 'pet' camel nearby! We also went school shopping for the girls and they got their hair cut (Natalie's is exactly the way she has wanted since preschool- did I mention she is starting 2nd grade!?). Plus my cousin's daughter came up to stay with us and she is AMAZING! She's going to need a vacation when she heads home in a few days! My kids have been attached to her since I picked her up.... especially Gracie!
Okay, so reality ain't so bad!
The kids and I have been on vacation for a few weeks. Sounds exciting, yes?
My idea of a vacation would be kid and husband free, on a beach with gorgeous blue/green waves hitting the shore, me (40 ponds lighter of course) on a lounge chair with a big floppy hat and sunglasses- think Rene Russo in Thomas Crown Affair (Pierce Brosnan optional), being served fruity drinks with umbrellas in them, and a collection of my favorite books.
Reality is 'camping' in my in-law's front yard. My mom-in-law rocks! She set up the front yard amazing-ly (is that a word?!). Pool, sandbox (newly build by my father-in-law), 'food'/arts and crafts tent. We picked blueberries and blackberries (enough for TWO pies), picked veggies from the garden. We also rode quads and I had my first 'accident'. No major injuries.... just thorns and stinging nettle in hands and legs. Plus I have a seven year old who told me that she will never trust me again and won't get on a quad as long as I'm driving (She is so dramatic!). I had no cell phone service because we were out in the middle of no where! No where so much that someone has a 'pet' camel nearby! We also went school shopping for the girls and they got their hair cut (Natalie's is exactly the way she has wanted since preschool- did I mention she is starting 2nd grade!?). Plus my cousin's daughter came up to stay with us and she is AMAZING! She's going to need a vacation when she heads home in a few days! My kids have been attached to her since I picked her up.... especially Gracie!
Okay, so reality ain't so bad!
Friday, August 1, 2008
Just a little dude
My baby is three and a half. He's all boy. Loves cars, trucks, trains, tools. He is a very rough a tumble little boy. He sometimes doesn't realize how much of a not big boy he is.
Our neighborhood 'gang' is made up mostly of boys ages 5 and up. I know most of the kids and to which parents they belong and vice versa. A few days ago, Cam was trying to rough house with one of the 'gang' (J is 6...he has a younger brother who is almost 2 and his parents are wonderful.... his mom works at Kindercare, so she knows a little something about kids, and his dad is just all around a great dad). Cam kept running into J trying to "take him down" (in Cam's words). J told Cam numerous times that he can't play with him like that, he would hurt him if he did (see great parenting!) Did my son stop?! Nope.....
Cam just wouldn't give up trying to take J down. I told J he did nothing wrong when the crying and blood started. I told J's mom about it and she asked Cam if she could kiss it... Cam's response was no, because she would get blood on her. Maybe he isn't so rough and tumble, maybe there is a sensitive side to him after all! We are in need of some testosterone in smaller packages! (I personally think that his lip looks worse in person than in the picture!)
Our neighborhood 'gang' is made up mostly of boys ages 5 and up. I know most of the kids and to which parents they belong and vice versa. A few days ago, Cam was trying to rough house with one of the 'gang' (J is 6...he has a younger brother who is almost 2 and his parents are wonderful.... his mom works at Kindercare, so she knows a little something about kids, and his dad is just all around a great dad). Cam kept running into J trying to "take him down" (in Cam's words). J told Cam numerous times that he can't play with him like that, he would hurt him if he did (see great parenting!) Did my son stop?! Nope.....
Cam just wouldn't give up trying to take J down. I told J he did nothing wrong when the crying and blood started. I told J's mom about it and she asked Cam if she could kiss it... Cam's response was no, because she would get blood on her. Maybe he isn't so rough and tumble, maybe there is a sensitive side to him after all! We are in need of some testosterone in smaller packages! (I personally think that his lip looks worse in person than in the picture!)
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