After a much needed coffee break and great conversation with a friend who is a true inspiration with sticking to eating right and exercising, I found myself ready and willing to get back on the right path.
It was fun (today) and ugly by the end, but there were little eyeballs watching me, wanting to be like me so there was no stopping halfway.
"I reflected on the role of "keeper" that I have been entrusted with as a mama. We mamas are the keepers of memories. We are the ones to treasure the speech impediments, we are the ones to know the victory of a difficult math concept finally captured, we are the ones who know when to bypass broccoli and pull out the ice cream. This is why I write. And write, and write, and write. Because I want them to know how important they are, and how beautiful the small moments of their lives truly are. So I sit and remember and write. I am a keeper."
- Kara Tippets "And it was beautiful"
While I blog to remember the moments of the children and for the children, there will eventually come a time when they'll wish they had a little more of me to hold onto. Not physical, tangible things, but the tidbits of information and understanding that makes us each unique. So here it is, here I am... * I don't have a favorite color. Not really. I tend to lean towards gray because to me it can be calming, energizing, and goes with everything! * Prefer the sound of waves crashing on rocks instead of the beach. This stems from spending weeks at church camp on Kelly's Island. * Favorite cake is vanilla with chocolate frosting. * My favorite era is the 1950's. *I was in the second grade when my mom was diagnosed with MS and 29 when my dad died. *Peanut butter is my favorite... anything. Except crunchy peanut butter cookies. Those are gross. *Favorite beverage is lemonade. *Pet Cemetery still scares me to this day. *Funny Farm could be the story of my life. *Dislike the smell of flowers but still appreciate receiving them. *Rainy and snowy days energize me (goes back to the color gray thing). *My dream vacation would be going to Maine in the Fall. *I am not competitive and even will have the beginning of anxiety attacks at the start of a 5K where I am only competing against myself. *Halloween is my favorite holiday, Christmas is my favorite season. *If I could possess any talent, it would be to play the piano. *Owning a food truck where I can experiment with new recipes and get paid for it would be AWESOME!
Ah week 8.... Mid July.... The height of summer....
And someone has strep throat.
If you can do have to do this to your hair, its time for a hair cut.
A week had passed (already) and it was time for Holly's stitches to come out. We went in fearing the worst, thinking she was going to have to be sedated to get those bad boys out but we didn't. She fought hard to get away, crying, screaming a little even but then went silent. Maybe it was to compose herself, maybe it was to assess her situation and find a new way out, but no one was prepared for what she next. In a very calm and pitiful voice, she quietly said, "Please let me go." Oh the heartstrings.....
After the torture was done, I offered to make or buy anything Holly wanted for breakfast. I offered McDonalds, pancakes, waffles, buy her a box of cereal that is hers alone, and, of course, I mentioned donuts. Every option was denied but she said
"Maybe dems like donuts too."
So we bought all the nurses and doctors donuts for breakfast instead.
Bree and I made candles this week.
And got them those haircuts I mentioned.
We had a water balloon fight.
Did a little landscaping tidying up that had been missed thus far.
Spent more time in the neighbor's pool.
And introduced the children to a must watch every summer flick.
Holly had her first pediatric dentist appointment. Although she was a complete wreck, the staff there are amazing and were incredibly patient with her. Here's to hoping the second appointment will be easier for her and them too.
This week was one of those times where I thought there was something wrong in my brain. All evening I kept hearing noises coming from the garage but when I poked my head out there, nothing. Silence. Then a little wile later more noises. This continue into the next afternoon but NOW... there is a Robin constantly dive bombing at the garage. What is going on?! Then I found it. Or him. Or her!
This baby robin had made its way into my garage and was trapped. Even after I set him free, he made his way back across the yard and into the garage again. Eventually baby and mama were reunited and took off, never to be seen again.
Bree has discovered the joy of tracing the bodies of any willing victim.
What else are you supposed to do when its hot outside but mom won't let you play inside the house any longer?
You go play Sorry in the camper that just so happens to be plugged in with AC running while Mom sits outside melting in the THIRD garage sale of the summer.
Then it is the weekend again and, you guessed it, its time to go camping!
Only this time, mama packs everyone else up and says "See ya!"...
For a weekend alone at home to do back to school shopping, crafting, and catching up on everything else that has been neglected for the previous 8 weeks.
Week 7 of Summer Fun started out great! We got up, had breakfast, made the grocery list, and then I was off to take care of my mom and hit the stores while Jim and the kids worked on the zipline tower.
At some point while I was at Wal-Mart, things went downhill quickly.
A small but big enough fall off a swing onto a 5-gallon bucket face first will put a damper on anyone's day.
Holly didn't eat very well in the beginning but Daddy knows how to make everything better.
Well, Daddy and a new ice cream toy from Wal-Mart helped too.
Welcome the newest member to the glasses club. Right now they are only for classroom or distance seeing, but soon enough she'll have to be in the full time. I can feel it now.
Week seven also brought the end of Bree's baseball season.
In the midst of a crazy busy, way too many late nights, not enough naps summer comes the right to be a little bit lazy. You want the 12 taco pack from Taco Bell where I don't have to get out of my car or even change out of my jammies? As you wish.
We bought the movie 'Sing' and Holly had a great time dancing to the credits.
The Harry Potter read-aloud kind of fizzled out. Although Jacob was interested in it and was truly paying attention, it just takes a lot to read those long chapters out loud. I had the book on CD but with Bree reading at any chance she could, we had more fights over the CD player than it was worth. Plan B! The Imaginary Veterinary Series.
In the first child free moments of my summer, I sped as fast as I legally could to JoAnn Fabrics to buy the material for three Christmas presents.
And the week ended as most summer weekends should.