Moms

We took a picture at our playgroup yesterday.  We met when our kids were just born.  Together, we complained about sleepless nights, watched first crawls, shared birthdays, stories, gripes, and advice.  And our kids have known each other since birth.  It has been 7 years that we have been meeting weekly.  That makes for some pretty good friends.  I’m glad we finally got a picture together.

Seven years, still going!

First Smile

I read this post and was instantly transported back in time. I was remembering that first magic smile. I was so shattered with sleep loss, anxiety, and exhaustion that I burst into tears of relief when Leina first smiled at me. I was so convinced I was breaking her. That smile was my lighthouse in a storm when I thought I was sunk. I haven’t thought of that moment in a long time. Oh how far I’ve come!

A Slow Sick Weekend

We are all down with minor sniffles. Nothing major but it has us moving slow this weekend. Lots of computer playing, house chores, tea and hot soup for us. And the DS. Lots and lots of the DS. But honestly, I kind of like a slow lazy weekend. All the snotty Kleenex lying about? Not so much. But a reason to putter and stay home is more than welcomed after the flurry of back to school.

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2pm

My favorite time of day is 2pm.

If you were to come over then,  you would find me sitting in the front room in Leina’s old nursing chair.   The chair is angled toward the front window and affords me a perfect view down our cul-du-sac and across the street.  Right now, with the beautiful autumn weather, I’ll probably have the window raised up so the air will be fresh and breezy.  I’d have something in my hands: maybe my journal, a book I’m working my way through or my iPad.

Two o’clock means school is letting out soon.  I have about fifteen or twenty minutes to myself before the kids arrive home.  I can sit and rock in my chair, read or swish my pad, and glance out the window waiting to see my girls appear.  I love to watch them trudge up the street.  You can tell so much from how they arrive.  Sometimes, they are heads together, chattering and I know they are in a good mood.  More often, one is ahead of the other.  Grumpy and hot.  Tired and hungry.  The door bangs open, the dag starts to bark like crazy, and in a few heartbeats, the house is strewn with school stuff.  It’s actually a scientifically unexplained phenomenon.  They walk in the door and by some unknowable force their bodies explode.  Shoes in one spot; twisted dirty socks in another.  Backpacks dumped on the floor, half open, a trail of crumpled papers that probably need to be returned, litter the carpet.  Lunch boxes are dropped in the kitchen for cleaning and the kids begin moaning about how they are hot/starving/bummed/bored. The dog, still barking, dances around them demanding attention. My job is to try and restore order to the chaos.  Remind them to put away their shoes, where dirty socks belong, gather up forms and homework to hold until needed.  I shoo them from the fridge and take back the bag of cheetos they are trying to open and replace it with something “healthy”.  The dog gets her peanut butter smeared Kong, the kids apple slices or cheese sticks, and we all settle in the kitchen where I can listen to their daily update about what they did, who got their name on the board, what they learned.  By three, they have wandered off and I’m on the down hill slope the afternoon.  The whirlwind of music lesson, swim team practice, homework assignments, dinner and phone calls make the rest of the afternoon whiz by.

And so, I look forward to my two o’clock moment.  It’s only 15 or 20 minutes of calm before the storm but I relish it.  It’s my favorite time of the day.

Snow Day

Our first, and probably last, snow day of the season. This is my kind of snow day. It began falling late in the afternoon after we were safe at home. The flakes where large and wet. The dropped lazily through the air. No wind, no ice, just juicy flakes drifting by. This morning, there was a single layer of fluff on the ground. Enough for a snowman…..

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…. a quick snowball fight……

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and then off to school for a late start day. Fabulous. The clouds are high and white. The sun is starting to break though and touches of blue peek out. Gone are the grey slate skies of winter. Maybe now, we can start spring full on? Let’s hope!