Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Kids Say the Darndest Things

I've been writing down your funny statements lately.

"Mama, I just need some time to be sad. No singing, no tickling. I just want to be sad for a little bit."

"Whachya got there? Is it tasty?"

"Sharks are bad. They bite people and it makes them cry. I don't wanna be a shark, Mama." (said 3 days prior to Halloween after costume was purchased)

"I'm POOPY! I'm POOPY! I'm POOPY!" (shouted loudly in a public restaurant while people were eating)

"I do not like singing with you. I like to sing alone."

"Who is that scary man over there?" (he was standing 2 feet ahead of us)

"I DO NOT WANT TO GET IN THAT CAR WITH YOU. I DO NOT!" (said just prior to slamming a sippy cup into my left ear. I couldn't hear for 2 hours)

"Daddy carried me in his belly. Not you." 

"Mama, I just love your face so much. SO MUCH!"


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Office Makeover

We have a dog. He looks like a white seal. He is the sweetest, laziest, most awesome dog you'll ever meet. His name is Myles...like the jazz musician.


Myles recently started peeing inside. It quickly became clear that carpet and and old dog do not mix. 

We decided to gut the only remaining carpeted room: the office/sunroom. Total project was $150 mainly for supplies. We got the cabinets for free and painted them gray to match bookshelves in our living room.  And when I say we, I really mean HE. This project was 100% my husband (minus the peeing dog who inspired it).

Here are a few before pictures:
And the renovation begins:


We chose a dark chocolate brown paint for the floor.
Here is the custom stained top:


 These pieces were free. With a new paint job and a quick spray of the hardware, they look great.
What a great place to work, pay bills, watch the seasons change and let guests stay (when we run out of room upstairs).  





  

Saturday, October 11, 2014

May You

May you find joy in the simplicity of loud music filling a quiet house on a crisp fall day.

May you always beg for just one more dance before bedtime.

May you express your feelings in the moment just as you do now (especially in the middle of Target or any public place).

May you wake up without an agenda and allow the day to be your guide just as we have done today.

May adventure fill your soul.

May you smile. Just smile. See what happens next.

May you witness all seasons and find a way to appreciate them, not complain.

May you never experience cancer...the real kind or the mental kind.

May you know what it feels like to turn the pages of a book.

May  you realize that it's not what happens to you, it's the way you react that will steer the passage of your life.

May you find passion and pursue it without doubt.

May you always have a dog.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Sometimes...

Sometimes I look at you and I wonder where they went...all the days between then and now that brought you to here...this day.

Sometimes I look at you and I wonder if they will all be this fast. The days, the minutes, the years.

Sometimes I want to skip sleep to give us double the time together even if it means I won't be able to function the next day.

Wait, that last one was a blatant lie. I only function with adequate sleep.

Sometimes I wonder who you will be and the thought of me not being here to see who you become literally robs me of breath. I can understand why moms because hypochondriacs.

Sometimes I wonder how another woman could possibly love you the way I love you and I understand why women sometimes hate their mother-in-laws...because they just don't get it until they become moms.

Sometimes I feel like an absolute FREAK of nature for feeling all of these things. I feel like an over-parent, helicopter, obsessive, can't live without you, you're always in my mind parent. Sometimes I feel like a complete freak.

And that's why it's so beautiful. I have always admired the freaks.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

For Your Grandma-On Her Birthday

Today...a few decades ago, your Grandmother arrived. I imagine she let out a significantly loud scream just as you did. Her Dad, your Great Pap probably pulled her in his arms as his entire universe suddenly made sense. I'm sorry you never got to meet him. They will never make another like him, your Great Pap.

I'm sure your Great Grandma, a Teacher, held her in her arms and said a little prayer, just as she does daily for strangers, friends and family. She's a saint, your Great Grandma.

And here she was, born Becky Ann Boyd. Her future was so bright mainly because the two people staring at her loved her and told her they loved her every single day. Kind of like we do for you.

Your Grandma arrived today many years ago...and who knew her legacy would include you? Who knew? I can't help but imagine the way she felt on this day in all the years to come leading up to this day. I can't help but think the years flew by like we all know they do. Years spent gathered around different tables surrounded by people who adore her.

What a legacy she has created with the most gentle, kind, non-judgemental hands. A journalist turned children's librarian with a side dish of counseling friends along the way, her profession impacted young lives, but it's her heart that reaches so many.

Her heart.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

I Hope I'm There

I hope I am present shortly after the birth of your first child.

Physically.

Emotionally.

Spiritually.

I hope I'm there to watch you hold him or her for that very first time as your entire life flashes before your eyes and for the first time you get it...what it feels like to lay your life down for another, how it feels to understand what really matters.

I hope I'm there. Whatever plane, train, cab, bike or UFO needs to get me there. I hope I'm there.

I hope God gives me 30+ more years of health to be present for you in this phase of life. I hope I'm there to watch you when he is she is 2 (just like you). I hope I'm there to peak in at you when you rock him.

I hope you're the kind of Dad who rocks him.

I hope I'm there.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Things Only You Can Teach Him

It hit me yesterday as you were standing in the backyard with your hands on your hips making a mental to do list. Just inches behind you, he stood like a tiny replica of you...hands on his hips staring at the backyard ready to move the minute you moved. There he stood imitating your every move. While you used a heavy metal shovel, he used a tiny plastic shovel. When you stomped on massive chunks of soil, he stomped on tiny chunks of soil.

There he stood...3 feet tall looking up at you, two times his size.

There are things only you will be able to teach him.

I'm not talking about the hard stuff...like how to fix down spouts, a car or a broken toilet. You will teach him those things too, but you will show him how to treat people. You will show him how to help a neighbor in need or a homeless man who hasn't eaten in days. You will teach him how to see outside of himself. You will show him the value of family and the definition of hard work. You will teach him not to take life too seriously, but how to act serious in serious moments. You will show him how to remain calm in un-calm moments. You will pass on your love for books and learning...always learning. You will teach him how to say "thank you", "I love you" and "I appreciate you" to his future wife.

You will teach him these things not because you read a book on how to be a good father, but because you try every single day to be a good father. And you succeed. You will teach him these things because you put the phone down and pick him up and hug him and tickle him and tell him you love him. You will teach him these things because you read to him and rock him and tell him you love him every single day.

There are things only you will be able to teach him.