Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Can We? Mommy....Can We?

Summer is finally here.

This means that our weekends and evenings sometimes end with skinned knees, bruised elbows and a messy head of sun kissed hair. And, of course, no day is complete without her trademark grin, a twinkle in her eye and the never ending slew of questions.
From the time she gets up until she finally closes her eyes at night I hear: 'Come on Mom'....'Swing me Mommy, pwease...Swing me'....'Can you blow bubbles Mommy'...'I wanna go for a walk Mommy'...'Mommy, Can you play wif me in the sand box?'...'Can we go to Grammy's Mommy?'...'Can I have a popsicle Mommy?'...'Is Grampy home Mommy? Can we go see him?'...Can we go to the playground Mommy'...'Can we go to the ice cream store?'...'After my nap, can we _______ Mommy?'....'Can we?'...'Mommy...'

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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Swiming Past Milestones

I signed Madaline up for swimming lessons.
All it took was an old fashion check for $20.00 and the registration form out of the community newspaper. Add in the cost of a postage stamp to and she now gets to attend 3 weeks of lessons at the high school pool. Believe it or not, this is the exact same community based learn to swim program that taught me to swim 25+ years ago. Actually, I think you would be hard pressed to find any adult, teenager or child in our county that has not been through this program. To me, it is a testament of what small town living is all about. And, so, yesterday morning, still in my jammies, a towel still wrapped around my wet hair from my morning shower, I stood at the end of our porch holding a little hand. The little hand of a growing child who just minutes before needed my help with the zipper on her favorite well worn monkey hoodie. A little hand that was softly quivering with excitement and nervousness. Out of the corner of my eye I watched the skirt of her bathing suit move softly in the early morning breeze. Her trusty beloved companion, Bear, was tucked into the crook of her other arm. She was waiting as patiently as possible for her Daddy to finish putting her towel, his coffee and our camera in the car. "Carry me Daddy...pwease...da grass is wet"

"Of course baby girl - just a minute" he replied.

I knelt down and wrapped my arms around my baby. I pulled her close, closed my eyes and inhaled the lingering scent of her bubble bath from the night before. I whispered in her ear that mama loved her, to have fun, to listen and to be good. I planted a kiss on her forehead, almost getting lost in her big blue eyes as she gave me a kiss and threw her arms around my neck. With a smile that never seems to end I heard her sweet voice sing "Mommy....I love you too".I stood up as my husband scooped her up off the porch, her sun streaked pigtails bobbing up and down with each step, as he went to buckle her into the car seat.

"Wave to mommy" and a little hand enthusiastically moved from side to side just before he shut the door.

"Have fun" I called "Oh, and Honey...don't forget that Molly is meeting you at the Field House to help you find the pool". And as if on cue, the lump in my throat rose as he started the car. Tears were brimming in the corners of my eyes as my husband turned to wave just before I heard him shift the car into the drive. It wasn't until the car rolled out the end of the driveway, around the front of the house, just out of view, that they began to fall. I dragged my feet back across the length of the deck. When I reached the back door, the smell of coffee tickling my nose, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the back door. My heart skipped as beat as my mind registered what I was seeing. There in my reflection, I could clearly see my tear streaked cheeks. The streaky wet evidence of the bittersweet knowledge that my baby was about to swim her way past another milestone on her journey to becoming a little girl.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Wordful Wednesday: Hot and Cold

Both these pictures were taken the same weekend - just two weeks ago.

On Saturday it was swealtering.
By Sunday it as freezing.
The weather has been unseasonably odd here - either really HOT or really cold.
I hope Mother Nautre makes up her mind soon.

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Friday, June 18, 2010

Where's the Mayhem Today?

Well....... it's not here. I am guest posting over on Scary Mommy today!




I am a HUGE fan of Jill's. Her blog, Scary Mommy, was one of the very first blogs that I read before I got my own started.

I am very excited to have the opportunity to share this post with you as well as share the world of Scary Mommy with you. So, click over - and enjoy!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Wordful Wednesday: What is My Madaline Made Of?

Sugar and spice
and everything nice
that's what my Madaline is made ofSunshine and rainbows
and ribbons for hair bows
that's what my Madaline is made of Tea parties, laces
and baby doll faces
that's what my Madaline is made of

Poem Credit Source: http://www.scrapbook.com/poems/doc/8750/18.html

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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled Posting

I just wanted to take a moment - deviate a wee bit from what usually gets posted on here, and point all my fantastic readers to a post titled 'Oh Blogland, What is Up with You?' over at That's Not Jello, That's My Brain.

It's about finding your place, blogging for you and to always remember YOUR voice when you write.

So, please - take a moment. Read it. Think about it. Ponder the message that the author is telling you. Heck, even leave a comment.

And, as long as blogger lets me log into my dashboard tomorrow - I will return us to our regularly scheduled posting programming.

Enjoy your day!

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Me Hide-Den...

Mommy....

Just a few more...Mads, just a few more

Grrrr.......MOM!

One more sweetie, one more

Can we go to the playground now? Pu-lease? You said we could go to the playground.