surely there's a reason...?

What was God thinking?

college aged children & peri-menopause at the same time

Oy vey!

valid excuses

1. Second Day

plain goofiness

The last page of the recent issue of House Beautiful featured the plans of nine decorators when/if they encounter a rainy Saturday afternoon.  King, the kids, and I giggled at the ways these fakers described what they would do.  One, Steve, said he would prepare plates of figs or grapes, sausage, cheeses, and wine for anyone who might drop by to relax on the deep couch he has on his covered porch (figs, sausage, and a deep couch, eh?).  "Everybody's welcome," he added. 

What would he do if our motley crew showed up at his Sag Harbor doorstep? 



So, no. 4 decided what he was going to do on the next rainy Saturday was to "put on his metal underwear and go fly a kite with a key on the string in the front yard." 

Goofball!

well, no not exactly

Me to King:  "Wow you wouldn't believe the rain we just went through.  I was driving along and all of a sudden, the bottom fell out of the sky.  It was pouring!"

No 5, sounding a bit scared:  " .........  a...... bottom... fell out of... the sky?"

who cares if they are comfy or not?!

No 5 needed new shoes so we headed to Payless Shoe Source.  In less than five minutes, black Mary Janes, Hot Pink Champion tennies, and hot pink plastic thong style sandals were the three shoes we had picked out, tried on, and walked to the cash register with.

Imma be real honest:  The older girls and I sort of went gah gah over the pink plastic sandals.
"Are they comfy?" the girls wanted to know when she tried them on.
"Yes!  W....well.... they sort of are," she corrected herself.

Sold!

Today is the day in which we teach the lesson Style Before Comfort.

She has 40 years before she learns the lesson in reverse.

stoically standing at six but remembering four

She sees that she is growing taller and that her clothes from last year are too small.
She knows that she is heading to First Grade in the fall.  She's got things figured out and she doesn't care for them one bit. 
She "misses it when she was four and used to get to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed."  (aka King would not have the wherewithal to say no when she would get up in the middle of the night)  She has been needing hugs a lot more frequently.  We snuggle a lot these days.


She is mourning her toddlerhood.

I am a diligent mother and am standing right beside her, keeping her company. 



Mommy and a Yellow Butterfly

Hello Kitty

After all, one day we will be standing at eighteen and remembering six.

first official entry

It happens so frequently, that I suppose I need to start keeping a log of them all.  Such depth of thought.  Pure.  One day, say, if he becomes a priest, he may want to expand upon the depth and meaning of the snippets he whispers in my ear. 

You know the one.
My butterfly.

"I need to whisper something in your ear," he said to me at the minor league baseball game this evening.
I leaned close, just in case it was something embarrassing like those beans from dinner gave me gas or the lady behind us has weird ears.

"There are no perfect circles," my savant child began, "only God's love."

I looked at him.  Knowing that I must begin His Log tonight.

"You get it?"  he wanted to know.  "Only God's love is the perfect circle."

I smiled a Mona Lisa sort of smile and said, "yep, I get it." 

Log Entry 1