Reily begged to go outside. When she got outside there was a brief cloud burst. Perfect. This little duck loves the rain.
Goggle, jammies and the after-swim crash!
Berry Pickin'
Monday, July 6, 2009
Berry Cute
Reily has managed to keep herself busy this summer. She manages to keep us ALL on our toes...no matter what season it is!!
Reily begged to go outside. When she got outside there was a brief cloud burst. Perfect. This little duck loves the rain.
Goggle, jammies and the after-swim crash!
Berry Pickin'
Reily begged to go outside. When she got outside there was a brief cloud burst. Perfect. This little duck loves the rain.
Goggle, jammies and the after-swim crash!
Berry Pickin'
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Dear Mrs. Hartman,
I would like to thank you for teaching your 5th grade class ALL about enigmas. Payton thoroughly enjoyed researching Stonehenge. It appears as though he also learned a lot about crop circles.
Ummm....Thank you?
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Sometimes I feel like a mom
I remember when I started 5th grade and I thought, "Hmmm. Strange. I don't feel any older or different than 4th grade. Bummer." (Well, I probably threw in "rad", "awesome", and "gag me with a spoon").
Most of the time, I just feel like me and have to stand back to fully realize that I'm really a mom.
Last night, when Macy wet the bed, I put her in a warm bath, washed her up, changed her sheets and tucked her in. Do you remember that feeling? Clean and tucked? The best. I felt like a mom. I felt like I'd given her a little present, a little relief. I didn't even mind that it was 1:00am and I hadn't been to bed yet. I loved her and she numbly dozed through most of it. But, she was clean and tucked with a smile on her face.
Last night, when Reily wet the bed. (True. Same night. New rule: no more cups upstairs. Too many refills) I went through the same process. I knew the outcome would be the same and I actually found myself enjoying this rare little moment of peace, quiet, and cleanliness. I tucked her in and went to bed. She came in 2 minutes later (as she always does) and asked, "Can I sleep in your bed with you?" (as she always does) and we curled up and slept (as we always do). I felt like a mom.
Tonight, when Taylor started talking in her sleep, I ran into her room to be a part of the conversation. I didn't make it in time to figure out what she was really saying. She said, "[She] was just trying to say the sandwich thing real fast". I couldn't help but laugh. She woke up a little more and realized what had happened, pushed me away, and told me to leave her alone. Ok, I felt more like a big sister than a mom. But, when she told me to leave her alone...I think I felt it.
Today, when I took the dog back to the adoption place because he bit Reily. I did not feel like a GOOD mom. But, I was a mom; protecting one and making them all sad. I was a mom and a creep.
Most of the time, I just feel like me and have to stand back to fully realize that I'm really a mom.
Last night, when Macy wet the bed, I put her in a warm bath, washed her up, changed her sheets and tucked her in. Do you remember that feeling? Clean and tucked? The best. I felt like a mom. I felt like I'd given her a little present, a little relief. I didn't even mind that it was 1:00am and I hadn't been to bed yet. I loved her and she numbly dozed through most of it. But, she was clean and tucked with a smile on her face.
Last night, when Reily wet the bed. (True. Same night. New rule: no more cups upstairs. Too many refills) I went through the same process. I knew the outcome would be the same and I actually found myself enjoying this rare little moment of peace, quiet, and cleanliness. I tucked her in and went to bed. She came in 2 minutes later (as she always does) and asked, "Can I sleep in your bed with you?" (as she always does) and we curled up and slept (as we always do). I felt like a mom.
Tonight, when Taylor started talking in her sleep, I ran into her room to be a part of the conversation. I didn't make it in time to figure out what she was really saying. She said, "[She] was just trying to say the sandwich thing real fast". I couldn't help but laugh. She woke up a little more and realized what had happened, pushed me away, and told me to leave her alone. Ok, I felt more like a big sister than a mom. But, when she told me to leave her alone...I think I felt it.
Today, when I took the dog back to the adoption place because he bit Reily. I did not feel like a GOOD mom. But, I was a mom; protecting one and making them all sad. I was a mom and a creep.
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