Quickie

Last week was sort of a doozie– sorry for the long absence. But chances are, if I know you, I saw you in person last week. Because we were all over the place. We’re crazy like that.

We started last week with a trip out to Kingsley Lake with the ladies from my Bible Study. It was great fun, and Mary Bullock managed not to make a total mess, which is more than I can say for the rest of the week. And this was probably mostly because she was playing in the water, which lends itself well to Hurricane Mary Bullock.

At the end of last week, I took another crazy road trip like last year’s, only this time with two babies. And my mom, because until I grow Go-Go-Gadget Arms, I will not be driving any kind of long distances with two babies by myself.

So we drove up to North Carolina to see my parents for a few days. MB kept us busy on Dada’s playground, which is really just a swingset with a slide, but to her it was a whole playground, and it kept her busy so that was fine with me. If you are now asking yourself where the mess is in this picture, I have edited it out.

Yes, I edit out random chocolate smudges on my baby’s face. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have a decent picture of her past the age of 12 months. Judge me all you want.

Ahem. Where was I? Oh yes. But before all that happened, we put our house on the market. Which was when the whole week kind of got nutty. SEE WHY I HAVEN’T POSTED? You would have gotten dizzy.

After a brief stay in North Carolina, I headed up to NoVa [by myself! I deserve a medal!] with the babies to visit my sis, her husband, and Mary Bullock’s best fwend eva [which she announced to me in a heartbreaking voice as we were leaving] Cousin Bennie.

I have discovered that it is physically impossible for me to call him Ben. Sorry, little man. Bennie it is.

They had the best time playing in the yard. I love seeing them together, especially now that they can actually carry on somewhat of a conversation!

I love this picture. That’s all.

While in NoVa, Jen and I met up with Rachel to go to Luckett’s Spring Market.  It was super hot and I had the baby in the Bjorn so I skipped pictures. Definitely worth a look if you’ve never been, but I wouldn’t recommend taking your nursing baby with you. Just a tip.

We made it back home in time for MB’s end of the year party at school on Tuesday. This was one mess that  is beyond my editing abilities. I just had to shake my head at this one. That paint took three baths to scrub off.

If you’re keeping count, you’re probably wondering where Baby Brother is in all this. Well, he was probably sleeping. Babies sleep a lot. And they tend to not make messes that require photo documentation. But there’s also a good chance that I was too busy kissing his cheeks to take his picture. It’s a problem.  He did start semi-sitting up last weekend thanks to some coaching from Uncle Jake!

I’m so impressed! He shocked even me with this sitting up skills. I think it helps when he has a full diaper. đŸ™‚ It balances out his heavier top half.

So that brings us up to today, and I’ll post on that later.
Hope y’all had a great week, too.

For You, My Brilliant Mother

Once, when I was young, maybe 20 or so–just old enough to be really really stupid– I told my mother that I didn’t think she had been a very good mother. I don’t even remember the context of the conversation, but I remember that I wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings. I was actually trying to make her feel better. Like, hey– you weren’t the greatest, but LOOK! I’m not a complete disaster as a human being! 
Like I said, just old enough to be really really stupid.
I don’t remember a lot of the many many stupid things I have said in almost thirty-three years, but I remember that. It has been in the forefront of my thoughts most of the last two and half years, since I became a mother.
I dread the day that one of my children thinks back on childhood and pronounces my best efforts less than stellar. And I’m sure that day will come, because let’s face it: some days, my best efforts are just no match for a two year old who is determined to wash her hands in the toilet. And I realize that this is minor compared with the drama of middle school, drivers ed, and teenage rebellion. 
But I hope that when that day comes, I respond the way my mother did. Do you know what she said? She said Oh! You think so? Hm! 
And then she let me figure out how very wrong I was all by myself. 

Why I Will Not Be Riding the Teacups

Also entitled: Why Keeping MB Home From School When She’s Sick is Dangerous Business
[edit: Also entitled: The Vom Collage]

Lee and I have recently started discussing the possibility of taking MB to Disney for her third birthday instead of having a party. In our discussions of what attractions might be appropriate for a three year old, Lee has discovered that it’s fun to torture me by mentioning the teacups.

The very name makes me mildly nauseated, but I guess in the back of my mind, I was sort of thinking that maybe I was remembering it to be way worse than it actually is.

But this morning, MB took me on a little teacup-like ride in the desk chair and reminded me that I HAVE NO BUSINESS ON THIS RIDE.

But she was super thrilled, so ATTENTION DADDY: You’re it. Have fun! And don’t whine to me when you toss your cookies.