"What going today?" Piper asked me as I pulled a shirt over her head. "Cwazy?"
My kids still think that crazy is a place.
I sent Avery off to school this morning for her special day before her weekend birthday. She gets to be the first in line today and what an honor that is to a five-almost-six year old. We did her hair all pretty and she picked out a skirt to wear. Oh, to be five again.
She is set on having a huge birthday bash with all of her closest friends tomorrow at our house, but I've had to tell her no as our upstairs is a complete mess with remodel projects. Our house is tiny and the main floor cannot accommodate five more little girls. I've promised her a day of swimming at the community center sometime in the next couple of weeks but this is confusing to her as her birthday is tomorrow. So if we don't celebrate it tomorrow, is that even legit?
Tucker's snuggled up to me as I type and he noticed the 'post' button on top of the page.
"Stop!" he yelled, pointing to it. "No, pop! Pots!"
"Post." I told him.
"Oh." he said, chuckling.
Close.
Every morning I log into my computer and look at plane ticket prices to San Francisco, all wishful thinking of course. My sisters are meeting up there in a few weeks for a sister's trip and I'm beginning to realize that I won't be able to go. There are many details that I thought I'd be able to iron out but things are just not going my way.
But I can't cry too hard, because Chet and I are planning a cruise for sometime in March. And every time I think about missing out in San Francisco, I remember that I'll soon be lounging on a chair, poolside, with a cold diet Coke in hand, listening to the sounds of the sea as we sail to the Bahamas. I really, really hope it works out for us to go. We've been trying to go for years and now that all of our kids are old enough to leave behind for a few days, we're taking full advantage.
Milo just dumped the remains of his cereal all over himself. When I shrieked, he laughed and waved at me and dumped it some more. This is a little boy who gets a kick out of me yelling "OUCH!" when he yanks my hair. He laughs so hard that he stops breathing. He's the cutest and naughtiest little boy I know.
My kids still think that crazy is a place.
I sent Avery off to school this morning for her special day before her weekend birthday. She gets to be the first in line today and what an honor that is to a five-almost-six year old. We did her hair all pretty and she picked out a skirt to wear. Oh, to be five again.
She is set on having a huge birthday bash with all of her closest friends tomorrow at our house, but I've had to tell her no as our upstairs is a complete mess with remodel projects. Our house is tiny and the main floor cannot accommodate five more little girls. I've promised her a day of swimming at the community center sometime in the next couple of weeks but this is confusing to her as her birthday is tomorrow. So if we don't celebrate it tomorrow, is that even legit?
Tucker's snuggled up to me as I type and he noticed the 'post' button on top of the page.
"Stop!" he yelled, pointing to it. "No, pop! Pots!"
"Post." I told him.
"Oh." he said, chuckling.
Close.
Every morning I log into my computer and look at plane ticket prices to San Francisco, all wishful thinking of course. My sisters are meeting up there in a few weeks for a sister's trip and I'm beginning to realize that I won't be able to go. There are many details that I thought I'd be able to iron out but things are just not going my way.
But I can't cry too hard, because Chet and I are planning a cruise for sometime in March. And every time I think about missing out in San Francisco, I remember that I'll soon be lounging on a chair, poolside, with a cold diet Coke in hand, listening to the sounds of the sea as we sail to the Bahamas. I really, really hope it works out for us to go. We've been trying to go for years and now that all of our kids are old enough to leave behind for a few days, we're taking full advantage.
Milo just dumped the remains of his cereal all over himself. When I shrieked, he laughed and waved at me and dumped it some more. This is a little boy who gets a kick out of me yelling "OUCH!" when he yanks my hair. He laughs so hard that he stops breathing. He's the cutest and naughtiest little boy I know.
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