I know I have been posting a lot lately, but I couldn't pass this one up. Included tonight in Emma's prayer:
"Please bless stupid Carter, that he can be nicer…" (She was saying our family prayer, and that was pretty much the bulk of it.)
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So I can't believe I've never heard this song by Sarah McLachlan (from the Charlotte's Web sountdrack… I guess that's why I've never heard it, because my kids are scared to watch new movies.)
Anyways, my dear friend made the cutest slideshow of some pics from the preschool we did with Emma and her friends this year and used that song. We brought it home and Emma and I watched it countless times and now I'm spending my afternoon close to tears as I hover between gratitude for this sweet friend and her example of recognizing and appreciating all of these "ordinary miracles" that happen to us everyday, and sadness that they are moving soon! Words can't express how much I have learned from her and what a better person she has made me. Like so much of what we fail to appreciate while we have it, she has been another "ordinary miracle" in my life, and I am so grateful. -
After Carter went down for a nap today, Emma asked to go out to stomp in the puddles of our rainy, rainy day. I watched her tromp around our cul-de-sac from the dry porch for a while, until she came up to the porch and said, "Do you want to come march in the puddles with me?" It was an offer I couldn't resist. So I rolled up my pants, got an umbrella, ("why, mom, so you can be like me?") and ventured out into the 4 year old world of puddle stomping. We stomped and sang "the ants go marching" and Emma wouldn't let me do the actions (you know, shut the door, tie my shoe, etc.) because she was "the little one". I am so glad I got off the porch and out into the rain – thanks, Emma – you are my rain stomper.
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Is laundry. What I did was this:
You can tell Carter is still sleeping all night! (Yay Carter!) It was fun to have time to do something special for Emma's last day of preschool party. The kids are going to decorate the cookie pops at the party – I'll get pictures to post when they're done!
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But instead of the sistine chapel ceiling it's just our kitchen floor. My other kids never colored on walls or furniture (or floors) – I think I always kept the crayons out of reach. Lucky third child! (Looking at him I get the feeling this isn't his last art project…)
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It is the biggest mess I have ever made. This is the screen, and only a fraction of the disaster… smoothie sprayed through the screen all over the kitchen; all over the umbrella and the porch, and all over ME. Of course still in my mostly white church clothes. Thank goodness for oxi-clean – except for a few spots on the top of the umbrella you'd never know it happened. (The kids always say "I'm having a rough day… and I finally felt like I understood just how they feel when they say it!")
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In the LAST place you'd think… sleeping soundly in his crib, where he's been since 9:15 last night. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?!?! My back hurt from sleeping in my bed all night! (I know, it does sound ridiculous.) The kids clapped and cheered for Carter when he woke up, and he looked so proud. Zach said, "You should take a picture!" And I should have, but we got busy and I forgot. I guess it's still today, and he's in the crib… but I'm looking forward to another all-nighter so I don't think I'll chance it.
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Zach has been obsessed with Star Wars. Talks about it all the time. Clone troopers, storm troopers, droids, obi wan, annikan, (I know I am spelling all this wrong but I've only see the movies once!) The funny thing is, Zach's NEVER seen the movies. Just learns it all from lego magazine, lego.com, and his friends. Here are he and Princess Leia with their light sabres.
On another note, Carter had his first dum dum the other day at the transportation fair. He had had enough of the stroller and the big kids had not had enough of the vehicles… and our always-prepared neighbor had just the thing to keep him stuck in his stroller till the bitter end. For him it wasn't bitter at all – it was sweet, and extra-sticky – just the way a baby and a dum-dum should be. -
Lost, but not LOST lost. Thank goodness. Zach's first tooth fell out in the bus line waiting to come home from school today – right onto the floor. Where he quickly found it and stored it in his backpack. He came running off the bus, saying (both excited and nervous): "I lost my tooth in the bus line! I lost my tooth in the bus line!" He alternated between big smiles and near tears as he got used to the idea… but after an afternoon of adjustment, a phone call to Dad, and a celebratory trip to Dairy Queen (where he insisted on ordering for everyone), he proclaimed tonight, "I think I look bigger today." I agree – and I feel older today, having a kid who's lost a tooth. (Pictures – CLOSE UP at Zach's request – to come when I'm not so tired and the camera is not all the way upstairs.)
*oh, and if you want to read a cute book about losing a tooth – One Morning in Maine by Robert McCloskey.*
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When Nate is on call and we never know if he will show up for dinner or not, I often fall into the habit of feeding the kids “kid-fare” (mac&cheese, cereal, quesadillas [in the loosest sense of the word]) and eating their leftovers. On Sunday, however, I was HUNGRY. For real food. So after I made the kids mac&cheese, I made THIS. And then ate it with my feet up outside on the deck on a perfect spring afternoon watching the kids play. I love real food. (And I love my white plates… I swear, things taste better on them…)
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