I can't remember a longer feeling winter. They always seem to zip by, days flying into weeks until spring jumps out at us to say hi and disappears into summer. But this winter is just staying. Staying and staying and staying.
Maybe because time just slammed past waiting for the bitty baby? Maybe because I have a rhythm and a system this year?
I don't know. Its sad though, a slow winter, a slowing of time, should be a GOOD thing. But I feel...trapped I guess.
Trapped in winter. Trapped by cold breezes and freezing rain. Trapped by 'maybe snows' that never show. Trapped by the gray that seems to come out every other day.
Its not something I'm enjoying, thats for sure.
But the kids are relatively healthy, hubby is good. I'm good. I don't normally get the 'winter blahs' but boom, here they are. And I desperately need them to go away.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The bitty baby!
Yesterday and this morning she's been practicing her skillz as a roller :) belly to back of course, but she's doing it. Not even 3 months yet :D
Thats my love!
Thats my love!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
This is the kind of kid I have to deal with!
This is what I live with, what makes it so We were watching the "Hope for Haiti Now" telethon, and the boy asked Daddy "why don't we make some peanut butter sandwiches and send them to Haiti?". After explaining that wouldn't work, the boy told Daddy that Haiti was the island where Napoleon lost 20,000 troops to Yellow Fever they got from mosquitoes.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
And now she is six
I write this yearly and yearly I struggle to explain and express how it is that my girl makes me feel.
I find myself grasping at metaphors.
She is a butterfly, she flies free and flits about merrily.
She is the breeze that cools your summer heat.
She is the sunlight that warms the ground in the winter.
They are all inadequate.
I could try to describe her laugh, not the fake girly laugh that she thinks is proper for a girl to have, but her real laugh, the one that is deep and can be felt if you hold her to you while she does it.
I could try to explain what her eyes are like. The depth of the brown, the gold that you don't see but rather sense, the joy that shines there most of the day.
I could tell stories about her, the skipping that she does constantly, even just from room to room. The normal narcissism that has her staring at her reflection and smiling "Hi self, I love you" she says and blows kisses to her other self.
Comfort flows from her as she plays with my hair, gives me a hug, sits up on my lap to watch a tv show. I adore it. It makes me feel whole and content. Not just happy but content. That fantastic lassitude that settles on you after a wonderful day. She makes me feel joy. The other end of the 'happy' spectrum. Not 'hum a tune' happy, but bursting through your skin joy.
I am in constant awe that I get to raise this girl and that she's been mine for six years now. Six years. She is little, she is beautiful, I am enthralled with her. I keep waiting for her to get 'bigger' and drift from me, from us. She hasn't done so yet. Each year is a gift, a present from God. She is still my wonder, my lovely daughter who loves us fiercely and without reservation or hesitation.
She is six and today is her birthday.
I find myself grasping at metaphors.
She is a butterfly, she flies free and flits about merrily.
She is the breeze that cools your summer heat.
She is the sunlight that warms the ground in the winter.
They are all inadequate.
I could try to describe her laugh, not the fake girly laugh that she thinks is proper for a girl to have, but her real laugh, the one that is deep and can be felt if you hold her to you while she does it.
I could try to explain what her eyes are like. The depth of the brown, the gold that you don't see but rather sense, the joy that shines there most of the day.
I could tell stories about her, the skipping that she does constantly, even just from room to room. The normal narcissism that has her staring at her reflection and smiling "Hi self, I love you" she says and blows kisses to her other self.
Comfort flows from her as she plays with my hair, gives me a hug, sits up on my lap to watch a tv show. I adore it. It makes me feel whole and content. Not just happy but content. That fantastic lassitude that settles on you after a wonderful day. She makes me feel joy. The other end of the 'happy' spectrum. Not 'hum a tune' happy, but bursting through your skin joy.
I am in constant awe that I get to raise this girl and that she's been mine for six years now. Six years. She is little, she is beautiful, I am enthralled with her. I keep waiting for her to get 'bigger' and drift from me, from us. She hasn't done so yet. Each year is a gift, a present from God. She is still my wonder, my lovely daughter who loves us fiercely and without reservation or hesitation.
She is six and today is her birthday.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Saturday, January 09, 2010
The Licking Game
So I don't know how it is in other homes. Other families may be more...prim and proper? reserved? I dunno.
In THIS house we lick each other. In passing, pretending to kiss and licking instead, we send the kids to lick the other parent as a game.
Its funny. And gross. But something we've just always done. I wonder, today as I am put on the receiving end of many a lick from the 2 year old (who's the worst because he uses a full tongue sweep to lick with) what things other families do that might be considered odd or unusual by my standards or the standards of others. Do you do head noogies, tweak noses, do food fights? I am certain that even if other families do NOT lick they do 'something' similar. Something that makes them different, some sort of bonding activity that is NOT inside the 'norm'.
And I guess that makes me feel content that our unusual is not the only unusual out there :)
In THIS house we lick each other. In passing, pretending to kiss and licking instead, we send the kids to lick the other parent as a game.
Its funny. And gross. But something we've just always done. I wonder, today as I am put on the receiving end of many a lick from the 2 year old (who's the worst because he uses a full tongue sweep to lick with) what things other families do that might be considered odd or unusual by my standards or the standards of others. Do you do head noogies, tweak noses, do food fights? I am certain that even if other families do NOT lick they do 'something' similar. Something that makes them different, some sort of bonding activity that is NOT inside the 'norm'.
And I guess that makes me feel content that our unusual is not the only unusual out there :)
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