Tag Archives: family life

monkey slippers …

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Lil, while taking her socks off on a snowy Saturday morning …

L: “My feet are cold.”
Me: “Well when your feet are cold, you leave your socks on. That keeps them warm.”
L: “I’ll put your slippers on.”
Me: “Okay, that’ll keep your feet warm, too.”
L: “Sure will. We can share them, okay MaMum?”

And I melt into a puddle on the floor. I love this girl.

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a girl and her dada …

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There’s something so special between these two …

breakfast with hello kitty.

Last year we took Lil to a breakfast with Hello Kitty. She loved it, so we decided to go again this year. She now thinks that the venue that hosts the breakfast is Hello Kitty’s house. 🙂 Adorable? Yeah, I think so.

“Lily, do you want to go to breakfast at Hello Kitty’s house?”
“Yeah!”

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Waiting for Hello Kitty to wake up. (Translation: Waiting for the event to start.)

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So. Much. Fun!

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And did you know Hello Kitty can play air hockey? She can! (Though she lost this game …)

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Making a Hello Kitty valentine …

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just as crazy …

I’m fully convinced – my craziness is rubbing off on her! 🙂

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take your poppy to work day.

Oh, the innocence.

Lily: “MaMum, you can take Poppy to work with you ichuwant.”

Me: “Okay, put Poppy in my bag and I’ll take her with me today! She’ll have fun at work with me!”

And in my work bag Poppy went. She’s had a big day, to say the least.

She started out in my office …

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… working from both the ball and at my standing desk. She updated appointments, reminders and due dates in my planner for me, and even managed to find time to take a nap in my chair!

From there, she made her way around the office …

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… working in various offices, waiting around for some water cooler talk (It never came, in case you were wondering.), and checking out what was happening in the yard out back. She sent some faxes, replied to a few emails, and answered a few phone calls for my colleagues in need of help. Poppy even managed to grab a lollipop from the office next door!

The next time “Take Your Poppy to Work Day” comes around, I’m sure she’ll be ready to go!

Note: No stuffed animals were harmed in the creation of this blog post.

these days: environment.

My sweet girl. You’ve grown so much, yet remain so little. I thought it would feel different to watch you grow. That I’d see distinct phases of development. Instead, it all flows together – small milestones along the way that mark larger milestones when I look back in time.

I love listening to you talk. I treasure our conversations and wish I could capture each and every one of them. These days, you’re noticing things in your environment – things I didn’t even know you knew about.

  • You’ll comment on the frost covering the ground and how Mr. Sunshine will come out and make it go away.
  • You see dark clouds and think it’s going to storm. Many times, you are absolutely right.
  • You notice when it’s getting dark, recognizing that when it gets dark, it’s time to get our “jams” on.
  • You tell us when your toes are cold.
  • When we ask you to turn the sound down on the iPad, you listen.
  • You want to know what we’re doing each day.
  • One of my latest favorites is, “MaMum, whatchu making for dinner?” Oh. My. Heavens. That melts my heart. Most of the time, you’ll ask to help me. No, you’ll tell me you’ll help me. “I’ll help you, MaMum. Pick me up? I can mix it for you!” And usually, you do.
  • This morning as your brother was crying inconsolably, you said, “Maybe my brother wants to go to Lucy’s.” You’re right, sweetie – maybe he did.
  • Good grief, do you ever love to make “pa-kern.”
  • “MaMum, I tell you something in your ear.”
  • You laugh when Dada drives the truck. “That’s silly!”
  • You’re letting Huck around you more and more. You used to immediately reprimand him when he even came near “Tags,” your sleeping bag, your Hello Kitty pillow. And he was never allowed on these things. Now he often lounges on the couch cushion next to you, right on your sleeping bag or pillow, and you don’t say a word.  Of course there are the times you want your things to yourself, and you don’t hold back in saying, “Huck, get DOWN! Get down, Huckie Baby!” It’s hilarious!
  • You’re so into macaroni and cheese, and are quite specific in which type you want – pumpkins, Madagascar, etc.
  • The radio in the bathroom has to be turned off. I need to turn the fan on. It’s not bright enough, so we need to open the curtains or blinds. The television is “too loud for me.” You’re quite specific these days about what’s happening around you and just how you want it to be.

I simply love watching you grow, little Lily. You’re becoming a beautiful little girl inside and out, and I’m so incredibly proud to call you mine. Your MaMum loves you more than you’ll ever know.

writing prompt – lonely.

I’d love to say that I’d follow a daily blogging prompt and post here regularly, but I know that won’t ever happen. Hey, I’m just being honest. I’m lucky I remember to brush my teeth and wear deodorant every day, people. But there’s no harm in picking up a daily prompt from time to time, right? Today’s prompt comes from The Daily Post and is this:

When was the last time you felt really, truly lonely?

To give a two word answer to that question, last night. But it thankfully doesn’t happen every night.

As a mom to a newborn (Er, I guess he’s technically an infant now at 5.5 weeks …), the nights can be long. Last night was one of those, providing me with three choppy hours of sleep before 5 am. Ouch. On nights such as last night, I begin to meltdown. The lack of sleep coupled with a fussy baby can make any mom insane (Or so I like to believe. Maybe it’s just me that’s crazy …). On top of the already chaotic night, last night brought an added twist. Our dog woke the sleeping 3 year old, taking away what sleep time I would have gotten.

On nights like these, I can’t help but feel lonely. The rest of the world is sleeping. Heck, so is my husband in the next room. I’m alone, fighting this battle that seems to be never-ending. Heck, I’ve got months of this ahead.

I let my thoughts get the best of me. I begin to think of all I’ve done wrong along the way. I scour over my shortcomings, wishing I could find the devotion to change and fretting over how I’ve tried and failed so many times. I think of a recent happening that angers me to my core – reminding me of just how the “black sheep” phrase feels and desperately wishing it wasn’t happening to my family; wishing I could just let it go. The to-do list runs rampant through my mind, and I wonder how I’ll manage to get it all done. I think of what I’d do differently. And how I’ve fallen short thus far. I think about what I want to do with my life … and realize I’m halfway done. I wonder how much longer he’ll be awake – how much longer I’ll be sitting around thinking the most depressing of thoughts. I fear putting him down, knowing he will wake up, and anticipating many more hours with only my thoughts. There are tears. Cold, lonely tears.

I’m thankful this loneliness doesn’t happen every night. At the same time, I hate how incredibly lonely I feel when it does happen.

As they say, though … this too shall pass. The sun rises each day, and that’s enough to launch me back into reality.