Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Three Years of March

March, 2008


March, 2009

March, 2010

Slow down baby girl. SLOW DOWN!

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Thursday, March 18, 2010

A Backyard View

Most days I feel like a teenager trying to be a parent. Except when I wash Madaline's hair in the shower. For some reason that simple task always makes me feel like a mom.

Speaking of hair washing in the shower. This used to be a dreadful task - crying and whining and scream. Not any more. At first I thought maybe it was a fluke. But, nope. We got the hair washing thing done to a science now. It makes for a much more pleasant shobath experience.

While I am eternally grateful for it to still be light outside after dinner I am not so grateful for the darkness I am now forced to get up in. Perhaps we could get a petition started or do a letter writing campaign? I think Jill, otherwise known as Scary Mommy has already gotten us started.

I want to apologize to my readers - posts have been few & far between. And, they have been more like side dishes as opposed to complete meals. Scratch that. My blog posts have been more like a tapas. A bite of this and a bite of that. I have also been slack in leaving comments on some of my favorite blogs. Even when I am short on time I always read The Young and the Relentless, My Messy Paradise, Hedman Qatar Adventures, Playgroups are No Place for Children. If you get a chance check out these ladies. I adore them. And, Oh! Two of my new favorite reads? A Wrinkle in Time and Enjoying the Small Things. So, really, if you have some time, stop by and see them. Also, Do you have someone you think is a great read? If so, included their link in my comments.

I have been busy in the kitchen this week. There is both a new quick and easy dinner recipe and a rice kirspie treat on steriods recipe over at the Townsend Bakery. Each takes no more than 30 minues to make. And, most of the time I have all the ingredients for each already in the house.

Have you enjoyed the photos I have used as thought dividers? This is what we have been doing each night after dinner. Taking in the view off the back deck. Madaline splashing in the water that has pooled in the back yard. To me it is one of the best view in the world. Its the view that I grew up with, the view that my sister grew up with. And the same view that my daughter gets to grow up with. This backyard - it calls to us - it gives us strength - its our center and it is what keeps us grounded. The ground right now is saturated with the memories of my childhood, my sister's childhood. And soon, just like it has for the last 35 years, it will sprout and grow another years worth of memories - those that now included the that of my daughter's childhood. (thought process inspired by this post)

Spring is just right around the corner. The thought of Spring and all it means and all it brings with it warms my heart and makes my soul smile.

Are you ready?

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Cereal Boxes of Joy

Most mornings before I leave for work, Madaline is still asleep. However, there are a few of those rare morning moments, where she gets up with me. Well, she's awake, I am half sleeping.

This morning was one of those mornings. The kind of morning that fills my heart with joy and sunshine for the entire day (as cheesy as that sounds).

As per our usual, I tucked her in on the couch with her bear, her blankets and the Disney Channel. It always amazes me how she manages to be on her best behavior on these mornings. She knows that I love that she's up - but at the same time Mommy has to get ready to go to work.

I was taken by surprise when she appeared in the bath room door and said "Mommy". She then proceeded to ask me for some cereal. I couldn't resit taking a few shots as she picked out her cereal.

Choices, Choices!
What kind would you like today?

Oh...I don't know. Let me look.
(I LOVE the hand on the hip, for now)

'These ones....these ones mommy - wif a ittle bit of ilk'

And, I do admit, it is getting harder and harder to say 'No, Mommy has to go to work' when this face:

this face is looking at me saying 'Mommy, you stay home and play with me today?'

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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Is it Friday yet?

It was so BEAUTIFUL yesterday when I got home from work. I rushed around and Madaline and I took a nice walk. Afterward, we got the mail - and much to her surprise, Madaline got a package.


And of course as soon as I read it too her she got super excited.


We read "Are you my Mother" three times before bed last night. And after I tucked her in last night, she inquired "Tomorrow Friday?" To which I had to say, "No, not yet honey, tomorrow's Tuesday".


Me thinks it is going to be a long week. Is it Friday yet?

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

A Laundry Pile Full of Memories

As much as I despise laundry. This made me smile.


It made me smile because, it was a result of the fact that we got got more snow.
So much snow, that I actually took a day off from work last week. And, that is a LOT of snow.

We went sledding - only in a tube.


We built a HUGE snowman and snow lady.
(we take our snow people building VERY serious in these here parts)


and, we jut had fun.

And, for a face like this.....I will do mountains upon mountains of laundry.

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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Early Morning Shenanigans

For the most part Madaline is a good sleeper. I have counted my blessing for that on more than one occasion.

Within the last 6 month, she has been waking up repeatedly at night. To play. It's not reflux related. For a while I thought it was because she was cold - we have our house thermostat set between 62 - 64 degrees and it's been cold this winter. Nope. Some nights I thought maybe it was because she was too warm. Nope. Actually, Mads has become articulate enough to tell you why she is up - it's to play. I have asked her - many, many, many times. The answer is always the same. This usually happens between 3 and 5 am.

For safety reasons we put a new baby gate in the upstairs hallway. It worked. Until the one night one of us forgot to lock it. I got up, I heard her downstairs. What I found rocked me to my core. She has taken one of her play set chairs into the kitchen, and proceeded to remove every knife from my knife block. I cook a lot - and my knives are v e r y sharp. I praised God or whoever was watching her that the damn chair didn't slide on the tile and her fall with one of those knives in her hand. I asked her what she was doing. It seems that she was trying to get the plastic ties off a new package of hair ties. After many conversations, it seems that just days earlier she has watched my husband open something with plastic ties, using a knife. Monkey see, Monkey do.

It seemed to get better. We moved some toys into her bedroom - and for a while it worked. She would wake up, play with her toys and be done with it. If was insanely early, I would usually hear her, go in, and put her back to bed. No big deal. Our mantra has always been you can get up when it is light outside. Dark = sleep. Light = awake. Madaline will even tell you that she can get up when it is a new sunny day.

Until last night. Madaline called for me about 4am to cover her up. I got up, went in, tucked her in and gave her kisses. I thought all was good. I climbed back into bed, cursed my alarm clock because I knew I would be back up in less than 2 hours. I heard her for a little bit, chatting with Morris kitty (who sleeps most if not all nights with her) and then I didn't hear anything. I feel asleep - and assumed that she did the same. I got up this morning at 6am and she wasn't in bed. She was downstairs. And, by the mess I found, she had been up for a while.

She had climbed the gate. She found and dumped a whole box of Q-tips on bathroom floor, and the water was running in bathroom sink where she washed her hands, I don't know how many times. There was one of the play set chairs in my kitchen, and various things strew across the counter that she had played with. My water glass that always sits on the dining room table was broke on the floor (and yes, I stepped in it - full force, bare feet). Our toothbrush cup and toothpaste I managed to locate by the cat dish/litter box. And, did I mention that she got hungry? She helped herself to a quart container of strawberries in the fridge. Oh – and she even turns light/lamps on so she can see. She’s quite the independent little girl – a little girl that is 2.5 going on 16.

I was at a loss for words. I was so angry with her I was seething - and it took all I had not to string her up by her ears. I don't know what to do. It's becoming a safety issue - one that is soon going to have me sleeping on the couch to hear her when she winds up downstairs.

Any thoughts? Suggestions? Ideas?