I miss you. Yes, it is actually quiet around here and this mommy thinks she may go crazy. I like to pretend it is your fault I don't get anything done, but I think I'm really just not into the whole "housewife" thing. However, you will be happy to know that the mysterious smell in the fridge is gone, although the source is still a mystery. I haven't had to clean up one smidge of dirt since your sister left, however I have found a great collection of watercolors on my kitchen floor - thanks for the wonderful pictures and new look you've added to the tile floor. Your room is still a mess - no worries, it will still be the same big pile o' stuff when you get home. (This is one area where I really wouldn't have minded if you took a little more after your dad - piling is so not the way to go. Do as I say, not as I do)I have been thinking about you, although I'm sure you've not been thinking about me. I know grandma and grandpa's house is way too entertaining to be bothering yourself with worrying about your little ol' mom. I love you - give your sister a kiss for me. I'm sure you are taking great care of her! I can't wait to see you two in the morning. xoxo
We made David a book with lots of pics, pages Sydney had drawn after I asked her a question, and stuck in the back were tickets to Framing Hanley who will be in Fayetteville next week.
Also included was a small note reminding him that I will ALWAYS be younger than him. (because I'm nice like that)
**You can see in this pic that Elle was a little disappointed that we'd pulled her away from her cake**
We all enjoyed some cake to wrap up the festivities. However, I don't think any of us enjoyed it as much as Elle.
Like any good mother, I gave up safety in the name of a good photo op.
We went to a few hippy shops (what trip to Fayetteville is complete without that) and I learned that this whole hippy streak in our family started way before me. Cheryl (my dad's cousin and the twin's mom) and I have very similar tastes and thoughts on lot of things. Good to know I'm not a loner. And to make sure I fit in around Fayetteville, I spent the day sans shoes. Not that I'm really up for that sort of thing, but being the genius I am, I wore heels. Fayetteville Hills and heels really don't go together. But, thank goodness it was Fayetteville, otherwise I might have gotten a few looks. As it was, I fit right in.
Elle slept most of the day on my back (that back carrier is seriously a gift from heaven!), but did wake up once she was back in the car and discovered that her sister had left her giant cookie unattended. Once again we are back to the equation big cookie= happy child.
Yes, it is here. The world of everything you never knew you needed. The new Target is finally open! I'm pretty sure that is going to be a bad thing for my budget, but I promise to attempt and practice some self control. Who can resist $4 shorts for kids? At $4 I don't care what they get all over them. Also, I'm pretty pumped about the grocery section. It is much bigger than the one in Fayetteville, and most importantly they carry my very favorite cookies!(which Fayetteville didn't)
Bug is now 10 months old. When that happened, I'm not sure. She is a sweetie, and loves cuddling, but I could do without the new screaming tactics. We're working on sign language more and more so that she can communicate instead of just screaming. She is crawling all over and into EVERYTHING. I think tornado would've been a much more fitting name. She is thinning out, despite the tons of food she eats. She loves having one thing in each hand while she eats (notice the pop tart in one hand and strawberry in the other) - this girl doesn't waste time. She weighs 16.5 lbs and is 28 inches long. So, she is tall and skinny according to the growth charts. I'm thinking Sydney is going to have a big little sister.
So here I sit, with one sick 4-year-old permanately attached to me and a 10 month old who is just fussy (crossing my fingers it is that monster top row of teeth coming in that is causing said fussiness.) We are all in terrible need of bath, a new house (because I'm pretty sure moving would be easier than defeating the mountain of laudnry that seems to be procreating throughout my house), and some sort of sustanance that takes more than five seconds to create. Oh, and while we're being choosy, mom could use some sleep.