Life stops for the mobile child. Or more to the point, Everything else BUT the mobile child stops for the mobile child.
September 1, 2011
I need 6 arms.
Or more.
I may need more.
Never have I been so acutely aware of the fact that one child outnumbers a set of parents.
Perhaps I should have been alarmed when the doctor said, “She’s the busiest baby I’ve ever seen in all my years of practice!”
But mostly I felt proud.
Maybe I should have known something was bound to be wrong with a child that will eat anything put in front of her – she doesn’t turn her nose up at any kind of food. It’s all fair game.
But I was just so happy she didn’t have the weight problems that some of my friends’ babies have.
But now.
Now everything she sees is Food.
Those with children are laughing, thinking that that’s how every baby views the world.
But no! I can assure you! I’ve done this before.
This is DIFFERENT.
She Jedi mind tricks the world around her into shedding the normal physical rules that define it.
The basket across the room containing all of the things I must pack for our move – because we are moving – what a better time to move than JUST after your baby has become mobile… But that basket? The one with the Things? The Things She Cannot Have Without Threat of Death?
You blink and it has crossed the room to her.
There is no other explanation to explain the handfuls of the Things protruding from her mouth.
For she has not moved.
You know she hasn’t.
You’ve been staring at her the whole time.
Except for the involuntary blinking that comes with having eyes and eyelids to blink.
But surely no MORTAL baby could have moved so quickly?
But she has.
Note the paper that she has brought over to her toys. The blankets in the background that she has dragged around. The box that she dumped over and unpacked. And this is just the Mostly Untouched side of the room.
Oh. Did I not mention that this wonder being was SICK while she was running around so crazily?
Note the snot.
Today was only half speed.
Lord, help me.
I’ve given birth to a Tasmanian Devil on speed.
Mama said, Mama said.
July 20, 2011
But! Before this, there are moments like these that make it all worthwhile:
This child may grow up to be a Holy Terror – but at least she’s fun to play with.
Father’s Day 2011
June 28, 2011
I’m so thankful for my little patriotic child of awesomeness.
Today’s been a rough day, so I’ll just post the picture and thank God that she’s alive, healthy and so darned happy.
My children are my reasons.
Whoa. What a month.
The Lord saw fit to grant me another birthday on this Earth, which is wonderful.
31 years.
That sounds like a lot longer than it actually has been.
Just yesterday I was riding my bike with the neighborhood kids and drinking root beer with my grandfather.
You hear that life is short, but that phrase doesn’t cover the sheer bitness of it.
Abbey surprised me with a visit to Minneapolis.
Mols and I were lazing about and I hear the door open.
I thought Nick was sick – something HAD to have been wrong for him to come home in the middle of the day. Instead of his face, the smiling face of my eldest came running through the door.
Best. Surprise. Ever.
Life is just better with both of them around.
Things are hard on that front, but adulthood tends to be hard. Hard and rewarding.
It would be nice if someone would tell you at the beginning of an uphill battle if the effort was going to be worth it.
for instance, homemade chicken and dumplings from total scratch? Good, but not worth it.
Homemade chicken dumplings made with rotisserie chicken from the grocery store that I don’t have to bake myself? Totally worth it.
You just need a guide – a scale.
Dang it. Now I want some dumplings.
Gone are the days when I can visit the dollar store and walk out happily with a $1 plastic toy.
I don’t know when exactly I became the expensive adult that I am, only that when I look around, my toys are extensive. And expensive.
Recently my dear husband and I splurged on a new Canon camera.
A $1000 camera.
Very unlike the $200 camera I purchased on my own a few years ago.
Sure, we have the means.
And apparently had the opportunity.
Which is bad with us, because we are good at making the most of our opportunities.
And couldn’t even manage to leave the parking lot of the camera store to sleep on the decision.
But. That being said, we’ve made the most of our new toy and our ability to learn anything techy with enough time…
And have started getting ‘lifestyle’ shots that show our day to day activities much more clearly than our stupid iPhone cameras can.
Yes, this entire post was for posting Molly pictures.
So sue me.
