Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
My daughter, at the mature age of three, is obsessed with romantic movies.
You know, the kind no real man will admit to watching. The sappy, throw your cares to wind, walk off into the sunset, tear-jerking love stories.
She loves them...can't get enough. She drinks them in and I catch her smiling adoringly at the screen.
Every night, Elle pleads with me,
"Mommy, please put on the one with the lady whose husband dies and she cries. Please." (PS. I love You)
"I wanna watch 27 dresses with your boyfriend in it." (I tell her that James Marsden is my boyfriend and I'm going to marry him)
"Please, Mom, I have to watch Notebook now. It's my favorite."
Elle would choose to watch these over any cartoon on tv: over Dora, over Diego, and over the oh, so cute Barnyard.
Because she is a female. She is cursed at birth. Even at the age of three, she is entranced by a handsome, polite man that says all the right things and sweeps a beautiful, sweet young lady off of her feet. But, hey, aren't we all?
Yes, because we are all CURSED.
Why do I worry?
My little girl is...innocent...hopeful...trusting. She might believe that all of these love stories are the way love happens, the way it will happen for her.
I guess all I can do is hope that she is one of the lucky ones, because I don't ever want to have to see that precious heart of hers get broken.
So, here is my prayer for my little girl...
Please protect my baby's heart. Please allow her to have trust and the ability to truly love, the strength to survive the heartache that will surely come, and the desire to keep trying and searching for that one lasting love.
Friday, December 26, 2008
The kids were up bright and early at 6:00am. They read the letter Santa left for them and then attacked the gifts. The hits...a kitchen for Elle, BMX bike for Max (according to his dad, he will be doing this competitively now), and Bakugans for Cal. Everyone got Pixos (ugh!) and I was a lucky girl receiving my favorite Jean Paul Gaultier perfume from my Dad, a Coach wallet from Shawn (yes, we get each other gifts...), and a beautiful stamped necklace from Bri & Casey (http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5007507).
By noon, Elle had collapsed on the couch and the boys were lost in their own play, ipods on ears and all. Max spent much of the afternoon playing his new guitar. I promised him guitar lessons (he wants to be the 4th Jonas bro.). Calvin zipped past me a few times, alternating between Batman and Spiderman disguises. There are still Legos scattered across the floor and fallen Pixos (did I already say "ugh!"?) here and there. And, I am still in my pajamas and slippers. Christmas bliss.
Last Christmas was the first without my mom and just felt a little off. This year was still hard without her. There will always be that void. But, something was better. I felt a comfort and happiness that seemed to be missing last Christmas. I am so lucky to have my wonderful family, a supportive and good friend in my ex-husband, amazingly happy kids, and great friends (old and new).
Life is good.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
My kids have been with their dad for the last several days, which gave me the chance to finally complete their stockings.
Before they left, I let them design them and told them they'd be ready on Christmas Eve. I thought I may not make it, but after a few late nights, they're ready!
This is one project in which I overwhelmingly underestimated the difficulty! They better hang onto these for years to come!!
This is how much Mommy loves you three!!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Yes, ladies. I am talking about the Men In Brown.
Those strapping men in little shorts and matching socks, so important, so vital ,always on the run to their next urgent stop.
You might think I just have a thing for men in uniform. But, actually I think I have a thing for a man in uniform that delivers packages to me.
Today, as I was loading my kids into the car, the brown truck screeched to a halt in front of my house.
Not one, but two M.I.B.s stepped out. (Seriously, is there some kind of pre-interview screening process these guys go through because they look like they've been plucked right out of Men's Health with their white smiles and healthy tans.)
As the tall one handed me a large box, I was momentarily distracted by the cartoon-like sparkle in his eye and the breathy, soothing quality of his voice. I fumbled over my "Thank you" and smiled...and smiled...and smiled as he turned. I stood there, while my kids waited in the car, lost in my own happiness, thinking..."How wonderful are these men, so cheerful, so accommodating, and always with gifts in hand." Ah, the perfect man.
I love my UPS.
Thank you for all you do for the single mom in the suburbs.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
This one is not shy.
She shook it like she had been shakin' it for years!
I never wanted to become one of those moms who lives at the dance studio, but if her enthusiasm for this dance thing doesn't diminish, a Dance Mom I may be.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
My Christmas logs always seem to be quite a hit, so I've decided to include the recipe. They are so easy and I promise you...you will be loved!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
I spent this weekend at my sister's house watching her 4 kiddos while she and her husband relaxed on the beaches of Hawaii.
It was 3 straight days of fun, and have I mentioned that I am tired?
This was "HipHop Night" at Club Skidmore. We even had a dance off.
Who's the best aunt in town?
Now, Bri, when I find myself one fine man (I'm thinking shaggy haired, tall, thin, guitar playing, with a New Zealand accent) to whisk me off to Hawaii on a romantic getaway, you can return the favor.
Sounds good to me!