When I was a little girl, over and over my Grandma Joy would say, “Enjoy every ordinary day, those are the ones you’ll miss when they are gone.” I’m going to miss the piles of laundry, maybe not. I AM going to miss the morning scraggly hugs from my little ones; soothing my baby, in only a way a parent can when he wakes up disheveled after a harried night. I am going to miss requests for chocolate chips cookies, and little helpers who want to pour in the vanilla and to lick the beaters. I am going to miss the bed time routine, begging for more time with mom and dad, and the oh so naughty pleas for more…. water, snuggles, books read, and food.
A bedtime snuggle party
A Broken Winker
10/16/2014
This morning I had a date with my daughter while the rest of the family slumbered, we had an appointment with the baby doll, Giovanna with the family renowned doctor, Dr. Allyson. My baby doll had a cough. After careful examination, checking her reflexes with the, “knee bonker,” the stethoscope to check her heartbeat, and her eyes, it was discovered that the baby had a broken winker.
Luckily Dr. Ally had the right medicine in stock and now baby’s winker is working just fine. Thank you Dr. Allyson!
Celebrating Anna’s birthday
Doctor by Day, Ninja By Night
10/21/2014
A new day with new ordinary adventures. Today Dr. Allyson (4) brought her doctor kit upstairs to perform an examination on my real baby Ben (1.) She, again, pulled out the tools in her bag, examining her brother’s eyes, and checking his blood pressure, “His heart is good.” She got really close with the with the eye checker, and bonked his knees to check his reflexes. Bonk, bonk, bonk. And with a little help from me, kick, kick, kick.
After a few minutes of working, she turns to me and says, “Mom, I can be a doctor and a ninja!”
“Wow!” I say.
“Look, I’m wearing black and white, so I’m a ninja, and I’m a doctor!”
Yes child, you can be a anything you want to be. A doctor, a ninja, a kitty. (That is the usual request when she is asked what she wants to be when she grow up, which is strange, because my son who is just older than Ally claimed he had kitties in his tummy when I was pregnant with her. How did he know?)
Last night, she was acting her part as a puppy.
“Mom, pretend we are playing catch, and I am your puppy.”
“Mom, pause the game. Pretend you are my trainer, and tell me to roll over.”
Bringing me a big box of Whoppers via teeth, like a dog, at her grandma’s house, “Mom, give me a treat when I roll over.”
For the next 30 minutes I played catch with my puppy. I have always wanted a dog, but couldn’t since I’m allergic.
Isn’t he handsome. He is the happiest baby I know. I love him.
Gratitude for Ordinary Moments
In her book, “The Gifts of Imperfection,” Brene Brown shares, ” I think I learned the most about the value of ordinary from interviewing men and women who have experienced tremendous loss such as the loss of a child, violence, genocide and trauma. The memories that they help most sacred were the ordinary, every day moment.s It was clear that their most precious memories were forged from a collection of ordinary moments, and their hope for others is that they would stop long enough to be grateful for those moments and the joy they bring. Author and spiritual leader Marianne Williamson says, ‘Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are.'”
A much needed nap. He claims he didn’t fall asleep. I loved every minute of it. #bottlingmemories
Breakfast cookie monster, okay, eggs and pumpkin waffle muffins. The waffle iron got ruined this day because of the sticky batter. At least these turned out!
