more priceless words...
Mommy?
Yeah?
You look broken. Mommy, you look broken.
(as we are heading out of the house) I bet i do look that bad lol. My eyes feel like they have weights on them. I can't think of a better place to be than a playdate.
Mommy?
On the way to Baby Girl's 2 month check up Little Dude asked me if he could drive up with me. I said when he's older he can. He said "You promise?" "of course. Where are you going to take me?" Here was the list he rambled off for "when you're old mommy"...
Hena - you win the thrift one. My total was $13.55. I'll send you a little package soon.
It's that time of year! Blood oranges are here. Love these. I remember my first time having them too. It was my first Muharram, a few months after converting and they had them at the mosque. I love the way they taste, I love their rich color and I love the memory of that time, when Islam was so simple to me. It was still pure and I had yet to have any real negative experiences. It was such an innocent time for me.
Get your guess in today and I'll announce a winner this evening when we get back from running around.
Okay. So on the way, okay, ten minutes out of the way, on the way to pick up LD I decided to swing by the church thrift store. Wow. They missed me and boy did i miss them. I knew they wanted to see the baby and i figured today was a good day. Well it was. Except for the part where they said "oh a lego table was just here". They are going to start saving things for me. Playmobil and legos. There's a story behind that too. They talked me into buying a box of legos and a playmobil castle in pieces missing all the guys etc. They sold for big bucks on ebay which i put into ld's account. Saving for a huge airport set that he really wants. I'm missing my point.
When my son goes off to preschool those two precious mornings I have to admit I do the happy dance. Ah, quiet. Ah, space. Ahhhhh.
We finally got outside today.
I was pulling my hair up as i do every morning then lo and behold i saw a strange looking hair. Upon closer examination I saw it was gray. I shrieked which made little dude come running. He is like a tornado chaser, always running to see what broke, spilled or made me say gross. It's the only time he moves fast...total stormchaser in the making i believe. He says "what?" hoping he didn't miss the action. I said "I have a grey hair!" and then looked closer and saw another, and another, and another. "Ahhhhhh!" Impatient he says "what? what happened mommy?" I say, "My hair is turning grey!" He sees, "that's really cool!" Ha! So not cool and they so have your name on them! See that one there, Little Dude, ah, and that one there, also Little Dude. This other....
There's nothing like a little productivity to make you feel better. I've been worn out and feeling defeated but this weekend i went to a scrapbooking workshop for a few hours with the littlest one and left dad and son to spend some time together. I got 15 pages done this weekend. I'm back in the zone after not touching his book for what seems ages. It felt good to do something creative, chat with other moms, and remember when my son was little too. It was exactly what i needed to feel rejuvenated. Now I'm more than ever determined to get caught up on his book and start hers. LD loved looking at the pages.
I always blamed the dryer for eating socks but my washer was busted today! Caught in the act. I noticed something fabricky between the metal part and the rim...forgive my naivete of washer part names. I have a front loader. I pulled out little sock after little sock, even the missing argyle sock i loved of LD's that got lost as soon as i bought them. Loved those socks and now they are too small. I found fifteen small socks, a napkin, a sponge, a mitten and some foreign object that looks like a doily but is all mildewy and icky. I did a load after and boy were they wrung out better than normal. Drying time was cut in half. Duh moment here. I wonder how close i was to breaking my washer. But the dryer is off the hook.
I'm trying to make the three people in my life happy and it seems I can't make any of them happy. Well actually husband is excluded. Somehow he thinks I'm doing a good job but that's only because he only sees a slice of the day and he has yet to watch both kids while awake.
I'm trying to make the three people in my life happy and it seems I can't make any of them happy. Well actually husband is excluded. Somehow he thinks I'm doing a good job but that's only because he only sees a slice of the day and he has yet to watch both kids while awake.