I Can't Believe I Did That

Yesterday I did something I swore I'd never do. In fact, I've never done it until yesterday. I don't know what came over me but I snapped and I did it.

We went to a fancy grocery store that has a really neat playground. After playing for a while we decided to go inside for a few things. Well, wouldn't you know that a fancy store would have balloons? So we got our balloons and groceries and proceeded to the parking lot.

Well, you know what happens next. Luke's balloon mysteriously slips off his wrist and floats gracefully up into the sky. At first Luke is in shock and I manage to get him, Max, and the groceries into the car. But then it happens. He completely loses it. He gets upset all the time, but somehow this was different. I just couldn't take his tears and heartbreak.

I know you know what I did. Yes, I turned the car around, re-parked, unbuckled both boys and went back into the store for another balloon. I still can't believe I did that. It's a stupid balloon. He would have gotten over it. By the time we got home, he would have forgotten all about it.

I know that sometimes we have to let the balloons go to teach our children that life is not fair and life sometimes makes us sad. But I think other times we have to rescue the balloons so that they will continue to believe there is good in life and sometimes people will go out of their way for each other.

With that in mind, I don't regret it. For one minute, I had the power to make my little boy happy and I did it. I don't think you get those chances very often so I'm glad I took it.

By the way, the balloon deflated over night and is now in the trash can. He's forgotten all about it, but I won't.

I Feel Loved

Officially this was my fifth Mothers Day but it was the first time I really enjoyed it as a Mom. Up until now, I've always spent Mothers Day trying to quiet a baby or calm a cranky toddler. But this year, well, it was great.

I woke up to Max's sweet little voice, "Happy Mudders Day Mommy!" Then he broke into a rousing rendition of the Happy Birthday song. He sings that song all the time, especially for special occasions. Any special occasion will do and this one seemed to fit really well for him because he sang it all day long.

Luke climbed in the bed for a snuggle which is one of my favorite things to do. He then proceeded with the hugs and kisses that lasted all day long.

That was pretty much the whole day. I know homemade gifts and burnt breakfast in bed will come later. For now, this was the best Mothers Day for me. I feel like if I were a bunny, all of my fur would have been rubbed off. I wouldn't have it any other way. Furless, but well loved.

Snuggles and Storms

We've had a lot of really big storms come through this week, usually in the middle of the night. Both Luke and Max are bothered by the storms. If they scare me, of course they are going to scare little kids.

Lately, the thunder wakes Luke up and he comes into our room. I'm a softie, but I let him climb into the bed. I know I'm not supposed to, not really for parenting reasons, but because it's hard to get him out once he gets in. He likes our bed much more than he likes his own. I do too. It's my sanctuary and everything in or on the bed is fluffy and soft.

Anyway, these past few nights have been great. I love snuggling with him and smelling his sweaty little head. Sometimes he'll throw his arm over me or just snuggle into my side. Honestly, it's the best. Sadly, it looks like the storms are moving out and he'll have to go back to his bed. I know it's best for everyone, but I'm going to miss my little snuggle bear.

Attack of the Zebra

It's 5:30 and I'm waiting for the water to boil. We're having spaghetti because it's easy and I'm tired. All of the sudden I hear screaming. I can tell right away its Luke. I can also tell that he's mad, not hurt.

"He hit me in the head." Luke gets out between cries.

Max goes to the naughty chair for two minutes while I calm Luke down.

When I go to get him, I asked if he hit Luke in the head with a block. Max thinks for a second and then smiles and says, "No, a zebra."

Argh!!!!!!

Easter

We had a strange Easter this year. It was so cold. The day before, we went to an Easter Egg hunt, and it snowed. No kidding. I had to dig out the winter coats and everything. It didn't seem to bother the kids much. They had a great time hunting for eggs.

The best part of the day was the petting zoo. Max hadn't been to one before and was unsure what to do with the baby chicks and bunnies. He pet a few, but mainly just stared at them. Luke loved it. He kept picking up the baby ducks and then dropping them when they squirmed. It's a good thing he's under 4 feet tall, because those ducks took a beating. And did I mention, we did all of this outside in the snow?

The boys were funny all dressed up on Easter day. I don't dress them up much but Babbie insisted that they have new outfits, including belts. They were good sports about it but their shirts were untucked and their shoes were untied before we even made it to church. Oh well, I tried and at least I got a couple of pictures. All in all, we had a really nice day.

The next week did not go so well. Next year, remind me to tell the Easter Bunny not to bring so much candy. Sugar and little boys do not mix very well.

The Power of the Quilt

Here it is. The quilt I've been working on for the past month. One of my closest friends is having a baby on Thursday and I wanted to finish it for her before he was born. Whew, I barely made it.

I have to say I'm quite proud of this quilt. I worked harder on it than any sewing project so far. So, if you've wondered where I've been lately, I've been in my chair or machine, needle in hand. My friend loved it though, so it was all worth it.

Now that it's done, I'll post more often. I have a lot of pictures to share, from Easter to our trip to the Zoo. I promise not to make you wait to long to see them.