Nose Pressed Against the Glass

Today was one of those days. You know the ones where your nose is pressed against the glass,
hoping that if you stare hard enough you'll see your hubby's car pull into the driveway.

It was one of those days where you aren't in a bad mood but if you have to break up one more sibling fight you just might let them duke it out and see what happens. After all, it's a man eat man world out there. May as well teach them young, right?

So when Babe got home it was no surprise that I was still in my workout clothes from this morning. But he still gave a small growl and told me I looked "Saucy". He didn't complain when he found out we were only having Chicken Caesar salad for dinner and told me it was nice eating healthy.

After an awesomely nutritious salad Babe directed us how to make a paper chain (I'm not gifted with the craft gene) so the boys can count for themselves how many more days until Thanksgiving, Spencer's birthday, the cruise, and finally Christmas. Now I no longer have to do the math in my head and answer the repeated question of "how many more days until..."

Then to prove that he really is the best hubby in the world he flicked our children with a hand towel as they ran for their lives and screamed in joy (only a boy would understand that). And as I type this he's currently tucking our boys in and "giving me a break" as I glorify his name in this post.

Now you know why I had my nose pressed against the glass. Wouldn't you?

I have a boy.
A boy that loves to cuddle with me on a lazy Monday afternoon.

We talk about issues facing the world today-
Like which Power Ranger is the best
(the white one, of coarse),

and what he's going to get his friend for his birthday.

Or the exact amount of days until his
birthday, or the cruise, or the Light Parade, or
Christmas.

Did you know, I have a boy?

A Miracle, I say!!! A Miracle!!!!!

Long gone are the glorious, wonderful, tasty days of eating anything and everything I wanted. Name it - Tootsie Rolls, Olive Garden Bread sticks, Sugar Cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And all the while staying a svelte 115 lbs! How I mourn those days.

Now fast forward 10 years and a hubby and two kids later. Up until a week ago I was still eating Tootsie Rolls, Olive Garden Bread sticks, and Sugar Cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But the higher powers have decided to take away the awesome power of never gaining wait. Evil, evil higher powers.

And although I've gotten a little older I still want to be that hot chick (yes you feminists, I said chick) that can make a guy's head turn. That is until they notice my two handsome sons and turn their heads away. Good thing too, I already have a studmuffin at home!

But last week a miracle happened. A miracle by the name of Liz. Liz is this drop dead gorgeous blond with the body of an 18 year old. (But she's way sweet, so we won't hold it against her).

Thanks to Liz I keep a food journal every day. And every night I email it to her. And every night she cheers me on in my efforts to be healthy and guides me to ways I can be even healthier.

Liz is even a miracle in David's life. Because of her, he no longer quakes in fear as my hand reaches for the junk food and he kindly reminds me that I'd told him to not let me have that donut, or chocolate bar, or whatever.
(I vaguely remember chasing him around the house after he'd stolen my Captain Crunch)

Because of Liz I will one day look sexy in my size 6 (but feel like a 4) Buckle Jeans and I have a much more peaceful marriage.

David and I sing Liz's praises each day (just kidding).
Hallelujah!!!

Bad words that start with B

Spencer on his first day of Kindergarten.
Every Tuesday Spencer has homework. Each week a letter is assigned and Spencer has to draw pictures of things that start with the assigned letter and then write the word by the drawing.
Today was the letter B. As in boy ... bike ... ball. You get the idea.

After school Spencer is always filled with such excitement as he tells me about his day. He was filling me in on all the kindergarten gossip (trust me, it exists).
So we sat down and I dug for some information. Anything interesting to sustain me until David gets home. Well, my informer informed me that his friend, Sammy, said a bad word when the teacher asked for things that started with 'B'.

Oooo, highlight of my day!!! Gotta admit my ears perked up, hoping something really juicy was headed my way. Since I don't swear I ask you to silently think of bad words that start with 'B'. Yes, those were the exact words that went running through my head.

So I asked Spencer what Sammy had said.
Spencer leaned toward me and whispered, "Butt." (ok, he didn't really lean toward me or whisper, but it kinda makes the story more interesting so we'll go with it.)

Oh, the downer. Only, butt. Nothing more colorful.
But now at least I don't have to ban my child from playing with his not vulgar, potty-mouthed, best friend.
Dear Sammy, how we love you.

Beware - Corny Mother Moment coming next.

Magical Moments with Spencer - One of the most wonderful thing about Spencer are his hugs.
Whether he's leaving for school or going to a friends house he always gives me a hug before he leaves. I love those few seconds every day that I get to put my arms around my
growing boy that's now up to my waist. He really is a sweetheart.

Kisses, Kisses, Kisses, and more Kisses
for this man who

Put up the Christmas lights, cleaned the garage, went to Walmart with the children,

fixed the window, prepared dinner, took care of our children,
and

put training wheels on his son's bike. And all this with a smile
on his face.

While I got a mani

and a pedi.

Kisses, Kisses, Kisses, and more Kisses
to this sweet man of mine!

life's blessings come in all sizes.
This post is dedicated to a blessing that came in a
small package.

This particular blessing is full of giggles. It's a true giggle.

If you give this blessing chocolate milk and let him watch curious george then in the morning he'll climb in bed with you, pull his shirt up, and ask for a back scratch. But if you're just not in the mood to give him a back scratch he'll scratch your back as you doze in and out.
You have to move slowly with this blessing if you are wanting to hold him close and cuddle. But if you ever so slowly put your arm around him and discretely pull him next to you, he'll fit perfectly in the crook of your arm.
So what's this blessing called?

Eric!

The Magical Moment of the first snowfall of the season.

In a world that exists between awake and asleep some of our most beautiful thoughts reside. It's a world where a dreamlike quality covers your ideas like a warm blanket, protecting you from any negative thoughts of why you can't do something. The world is open and accepting of all your hopes, goals, & dreams. It's a truly marvelous place.

As I laid in that world last night, a desire that has been slowly forming in my heart, solidified. One of eternal nature. One that I can't accomplish on my own. That of being a mother. The hope of one day reaching my divine potential of being a mother.

I want to be filled with love more than impatience. A mother who laughs with her kids. A mother who forgets the dishes, laundry, or the newest episode of her favorite T.V. show to sit down and play with her child.

I know I can't perfect it in a day. Believe me, I've tried.

But last night, in the extraordinary world between asleep and awake, a way to accomplish my long term desire was born. I'm calling it Magical Moments. I believe it's the day to day, simple moments that give meaning to our life. So my Magical Moments may be painting with my artist prodigy, Eric. Or reading a book with my sweet Spencer. Or it may be something as simple as an idea that occurred to me about motherhood.

It may be funny. It may be serious.

Either way, I want a purpose for this online journal of sorts. So it will become a place to store pictures and writings of Magical Moments. After all, "We write to taste life twice, once in the moment and once in retrospection." So why not taste life's Magical Moments twice each day?


Thanks to c jane for the quote by Anais Nin.