Sunday, July 31, 2011

16 Days

16 days.  That's all I have.  16 days until my baby girl goes back to school.  Last summer I was ready for school.  I was excited to enter a year of structure and routine.  After Christmas break I was ready.  You may remember that from here.  As of today, I am not ready.  I'm anxious.  This hasn't happened since the first day of Kindergarten. 

This summer has gone entirely too fast.  We haven't gotten all of the things done that we planned.  The list that we made at the beginning of the summer is still full of activities we have yet to cross off.  Our time is running out and the calender is filling up.  I want to freeze time and clear our schedule.  I want to drink in every precious second with my little girl.  A little girl who has blossomed over the last year. 

Maybe that is the core reason I am so sad to let her go.  Paige has changed.  She is talking.  To people.  Without being forced.  If you know her, you understand.  Last week at the arcade, her game didn't give out tickets and she informed the employee.  By herself.  I had to pick my chin up off the floor.  Today, she ordered her own breakfast at Bob Evan's.  She looked the waitress in the eye, pointed to her menu, and explained that she would like the chocolate chip pancakes with a side of baked potato.  No bacon. 

She is helping, cleaning, communicating her needs/wants and compromising when things aren't exactly as she had planned.  The out of control, kicking, screaming fits have been replaced with a little sarcastic attitude, but we are working on that.  She's not perfect, just seven.  And I don't want to miss a second of seven.

So, if you ask to plan a play date or call me to have coffee, don't be surprised if I push you off until after the 16th.  My time is running short and I want to use up every minute.  Next year I may feel differently.  Hey, next week I may feel differently. For now, I'm going to enjoy my baby girl. 

Saturday, July 23, 2011

You didn't hear it from me....

I would never want to have a recording of all the things I say in a day.  Most days there would be a whole list I'd like to take back.  Then sometimes, it seems like I am being recorded.  Three little mouths begin to speak back the words they hear each day.  Other than a random "What in the heck of the world?!?"  I have yet to be offended.  I'm certain that will change.  For now, I'll let my children do the talking.


Emerson while walking around the house hitting things with a foam bat...
"Dis is dangerous!  Dis is not safe, Bookyn!  Dis is dangerous!"
Paige giving Brooklyn one of the erasers she had picked out at Target
"You can have one and that's it.  I don't want to hear any complaining about it.  Do you understand?"

Brooklyn after deciding to put back 2 of the 3 things she wanted to buy
"That was a wise choice!"
Paige teasing Adam while trying to get him to put down the tailgate on truck
"You put it down or I am going to spray you with the hose.  Now, what do you want your decision to be? (He goes to the truck)  I see you've made your choice."

I guess I talk a lot about choices.....and danger.  Go figure!  I leave you with possibly one of the most telling quotes to date. 

Paige was three and Brooklyn was one.  We were on vacation and driving in the van.   Paige decided to play a game of word pronunciation with Brooklyn.

P: Brooklyn, say ball.
B: Ba
P: Brooklyn, say sky.
B: Ky
P: Brooklyn, say consequence.

Yep.  That pretty much sums it up.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Changes

"This pool is shady.  I NEED sun, so get back over here!" she scorned.  A mom who's little girl just wanted to play with her friend.  A mom who couldn't see past her need for perfect tan lines.  A mom who was missing the joy of vacation and was, in turn, stealing it from her daughter.

My heart breaks.  I wish I could make her see just how much she is missing.  I wish her daughter could spend an afternoon with a mom who was completely engaged.  I wish she could know the joy of splashing with her children.  The memories that far outlast a tan. 

I've traded pina coladas for snow cones, novels for sand castles, and late nights for early mornings.  My tan lines aren't even, my people watching has been narrowed to three little ones, and more money was spent at The Children's Place than Banana Republic.  Vacation has changed. 

It's not that I have given up on any of the original ways of vacation.  They are certainly more relaxing, but there will be times for those.  Soon enough, my book reading will only be interrupted by teenagers looking for money or food.  For now, I will cherish these moments with my little ones and, while I may be tired, my heart will be full and the memories will last.