Alexa Succeeds Where I Fail (Parenting)
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Saturday, July 02, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
With Great Love Comes Great Responsibility
Of course I know Poppa already knows that.
But it's important for me to remember just how much everything we say matters to the little ones that love us so much matters; Reverberates in their little brilliant minds.
Poppa helped Abby get back into swim class for the first time yesterday in a while. And he must have said something to the effect "Abby! You swim like a fish!"
When I walked in the door it was the first thing Abby told me.
As she's dancing around the room and sits on Steve's lap - Abby asked him if she'd already told him what Poppa had said.
When she saw Gramma the next day it was the first thing Abby related.
Each time with piping voice, pride and a touch of shyness.
According to the psychologists just repeating "I LOVE YOU" becomes a desensitized intangible sort of thing. We're supposed to be specific, relevant, individual to the child and situation and it feeds their confidence like sunlight.
Well, I think you struck a chord Poppa.
But it's important for me to remember just how much everything we say matters to the little ones that love us so much matters; Reverberates in their little brilliant minds.
Poppa helped Abby get back into swim class for the first time yesterday in a while. And he must have said something to the effect "Abby! You swim like a fish!"
When I walked in the door it was the first thing Abby told me.
As she's dancing around the room and sits on Steve's lap - Abby asked him if she'd already told him what Poppa had said.
When she saw Gramma the next day it was the first thing Abby related.
Each time with piping voice, pride and a touch of shyness.
According to the psychologists just repeating "I LOVE YOU" becomes a desensitized intangible sort of thing. We're supposed to be specific, relevant, individual to the child and situation and it feeds their confidence like sunlight.
Well, I think you struck a chord Poppa.
Abby means Brave & Faithful
Sweet Abby got her first douse of some sort of food poisoning last night.
She started feeling "weird" and slightly panicking that she might have to throw up. I honestly wasn't sure if it was going in that direction or if she just needed to burp or something.
Sure enough a few hours of squirming and feeling weird and laments such as:
Why does such a thing as throw up even have to be alive?!
Why does sick even have to exist?!
and she let loose with two huge throw ups... then one for the road - each with perfect aim and ease into the toilet basin. Expecting a sad sad Abby I rush in with a wet towel. Instead she is beaming even as I help her wipe her face (we'd put her hair up just in case a few hours prior). I want her to sit in case there is another bout of throwing up but she insists that she's done and she's so thrilled that it finally happened after dreading it and knowing it was coming.
As I finally agree she must indeed be done and help her back to bed she is all smiles, "Mommy, I think I finally threw up because I prayed to God that I would quickly and I did!"
I am suitably impressed, "Well then, we should thank God!" (I do a little prayer) and then ask her if she wants to add anything, "No, I already did thank Him, so that's TWICE!"
Such a brave wonderful soul.
She started feeling "weird" and slightly panicking that she might have to throw up. I honestly wasn't sure if it was going in that direction or if she just needed to burp or something.
Sure enough a few hours of squirming and feeling weird and laments such as:
Why does such a thing as throw up even have to be alive?!
Why does sick even have to exist?!
and she let loose with two huge throw ups... then one for the road - each with perfect aim and ease into the toilet basin. Expecting a sad sad Abby I rush in with a wet towel. Instead she is beaming even as I help her wipe her face (we'd put her hair up just in case a few hours prior). I want her to sit in case there is another bout of throwing up but she insists that she's done and she's so thrilled that it finally happened after dreading it and knowing it was coming.
As I finally agree she must indeed be done and help her back to bed she is all smiles, "Mommy, I think I finally threw up because I prayed to God that I would quickly and I did!"
I am suitably impressed, "Well then, we should thank God!" (I do a little prayer) and then ask her if she wants to add anything, "No, I already did thank Him, so that's TWICE!"
Such a brave wonderful soul.
Jack's First Phone Conversation
Up until this last Coronado trip Jack has been totally uninterested in the phone - especially talking into it toward a real person.
Randomly while on the phone with Noni I suggested Jack wanted to talk because he had been complaining that she wasn't there to meet us as the house. "WHERE'S Noni?!" so I put the phone up to his ear expecting his usual scowl and silence.
Instead this was what I heard from his end:
"Hi. Noni."
"Oh.. no. Just a few of my best friends."
"Ok."
"Ok."
"No."
"No... Ok byebye"
(I think there was a part about Thomas the train in there too but I've lost it. I knew I should have wrote it down)
Randomly while on the phone with Noni I suggested Jack wanted to talk because he had been complaining that she wasn't there to meet us as the house. "WHERE'S Noni?!" so I put the phone up to his ear expecting his usual scowl and silence.
Instead this was what I heard from his end:
"Hi. Noni."
"Oh.. no. Just a few of my best friends."
"Ok."
"Ok."
"No."
"No... Ok byebye"
(I think there was a part about Thomas the train in there too but I've lost it. I knew I should have wrote it down)
Monday, June 13, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Finn's indignant face
Shot with my Hipstamatic for iPhone
Lens: Kaimal Mark II
Flash: Off
Film: Pistil
Friday, June 10, 2011
Observation room: JACK
OHHHHHH Jack.
So after the initial consultation next up for project "help Jack be the best Jack he can be" was an observation of Jack in the office.
Now, I use the word office loosely. Though the first room looks like a typical therapist's office, the connecting room is FULL of huge awesome cool toys. HUGE giraffe and elephant, bean bags, trampoline, slide, etc. etc. etc.
We knew Jack would be slow to warm - or, I assumed he would be. So I wasn't surprised that he kept quiet on the floor at first, albeit a little feistily flirty. He couldn't quite figure out if he should be mad to be there at first and Mona is way too approachable and happy and nice looking for him to resist being a LITTLE flirty. But, of course he didn't talk - duh, why would he? At least he wasn't crawling in my lap saying he wanted to go.
So we didn't entice him to talk there so off we go in the adjoining room. At first I sat back to see if the sheer fun of the place cracked his shell. BUT no. So Mona told me to go play with him. That is when it got very... striking.
I.E. I wasn't surprised he wasn't talking TO Mona. But at this point - all alone in that room with the sole purpose of observing Jack's demeanor where my son who has always been a chatterbox at home absolutely refused to speak and yet in every other way was playing and happy. He wouldn't say "NOOO Momma" in his joking voice when I suggested the banana went on my head and so on and so forth.
Mona asked if this was normal for Jack and I'd say yes, but honestly - I'd just never let it go this far. As in if we were somewhere he was uncomfortable I'd just hold him til he was warmed up or until we left or follow him around until we got the same result and so on and so forth. I considered a moment then shrugged and said, of course if Steve is present he wouldn't let it go this far in that he would take Jack and wrestle him until Jack's screams of protest became screams of joyful tickling pain. And then that would be the thing that basically "broke" Jack.
So I sit there. As our appointment time is nearing an end... and I think... oh CRAP stinking Steve is yet AGAIN going to be right even when it seems like he wasn't. SO I put on my Steve cap and instead of normal Mommy type play - I take Jack and throw him into the bean bags and tickle him mercilessly. When done he stands up and asks me where the trains are. I explain it's not my house, you have to ask Mona.
SO off Jack marches and clear as a bell asks Mona to please let him see the trains.
WHY OH WHY is Steve ALWAYS right? It is enough to drive someone batty.
After all that, I sat well away from Mona & Jack letting Mona do the voodoo that she does and marveling at how odd it all is.
Anyway so Mona, sharp as she is, takes full advantage of the 7 minutes that she has Jack speaking to her and is fully happy to say she's ready to sit down with us for an evaluation. She went ahead and reassured me that all the markers for you know basic normalcy and development are there he just happens to have you know... very little flexibility and all that.
I don't want to assume too much from what she said, so I'll give you all the full story next time we see her.
I just found the whole thing much more disconcerting than I expected to. It was so much eerier than it sounds when he just plain wouldn't talk. He would just point.
ANYWAY all the while along with this process Jack seems to have hit his stride somewhere/somehow and he's just been blossoming into super cuteness.
So after the initial consultation next up for project "help Jack be the best Jack he can be" was an observation of Jack in the office.
Now, I use the word office loosely. Though the first room looks like a typical therapist's office, the connecting room is FULL of huge awesome cool toys. HUGE giraffe and elephant, bean bags, trampoline, slide, etc. etc. etc.
We knew Jack would be slow to warm - or, I assumed he would be. So I wasn't surprised that he kept quiet on the floor at first, albeit a little feistily flirty. He couldn't quite figure out if he should be mad to be there at first and Mona is way too approachable and happy and nice looking for him to resist being a LITTLE flirty. But, of course he didn't talk - duh, why would he? At least he wasn't crawling in my lap saying he wanted to go.
So we didn't entice him to talk there so off we go in the adjoining room. At first I sat back to see if the sheer fun of the place cracked his shell. BUT no. So Mona told me to go play with him. That is when it got very... striking.
I.E. I wasn't surprised he wasn't talking TO Mona. But at this point - all alone in that room with the sole purpose of observing Jack's demeanor where my son who has always been a chatterbox at home absolutely refused to speak and yet in every other way was playing and happy. He wouldn't say "NOOO Momma" in his joking voice when I suggested the banana went on my head and so on and so forth.
Mona asked if this was normal for Jack and I'd say yes, but honestly - I'd just never let it go this far. As in if we were somewhere he was uncomfortable I'd just hold him til he was warmed up or until we left or follow him around until we got the same result and so on and so forth. I considered a moment then shrugged and said, of course if Steve is present he wouldn't let it go this far in that he would take Jack and wrestle him until Jack's screams of protest became screams of joyful tickling pain. And then that would be the thing that basically "broke" Jack.
So I sit there. As our appointment time is nearing an end... and I think... oh CRAP stinking Steve is yet AGAIN going to be right even when it seems like he wasn't. SO I put on my Steve cap and instead of normal Mommy type play - I take Jack and throw him into the bean bags and tickle him mercilessly. When done he stands up and asks me where the trains are. I explain it's not my house, you have to ask Mona.
SO off Jack marches and clear as a bell asks Mona to please let him see the trains.
WHY OH WHY is Steve ALWAYS right? It is enough to drive someone batty.
After all that, I sat well away from Mona & Jack letting Mona do the voodoo that she does and marveling at how odd it all is.
Anyway so Mona, sharp as she is, takes full advantage of the 7 minutes that she has Jack speaking to her and is fully happy to say she's ready to sit down with us for an evaluation. She went ahead and reassured me that all the markers for you know basic normalcy and development are there he just happens to have you know... very little flexibility and all that.
I don't want to assume too much from what she said, so I'll give you all the full story next time we see her.
I just found the whole thing much more disconcerting than I expected to. It was so much eerier than it sounds when he just plain wouldn't talk. He would just point.
ANYWAY all the while along with this process Jack seems to have hit his stride somewhere/somehow and he's just been blossoming into super cuteness.
Thursday, June 02, 2011
Sub Conscious Over Drive
Now that I'm sleeping for full nights at a time my subconscious thinks it's time to catch up. I'm inundated with dreams all night long - most of them having to do with trying to do things, failing and trying again with no hope of success.
Like trying to park in the Cole's kitchen. I kept knocking pieces off their kitchen counter and they were so nice about it but I really just wanted to stop trying.
Like trying to park in the Cole's kitchen. I kept knocking pieces off their kitchen counter and they were so nice about it but I really just wanted to stop trying.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Perspective...
Oh, what I wouldn't give for a bird's eye view of my life right about now. Okay, I wouldn't really give anything because I'm still in survival mode and I can't spare anything - take that future me - you get nothing from now me!
Jen wrote about what she's been thinking today which feels like the exact same thing that I've been thinking of - but the mirror image... sort of.
Only in that I am doing what I planned out for my life all along my life - yet letting work get in the way instead of the other way around. I love photography - it makes me feel super egotistically cool that some people like my way enough to want me to take their picture... but shouldn't I be enjoying these years? The 3s are my favorite age and I'm about to have TWO kids in that general area. What luck! I'm not being sarcastic - I mean, believe me, I know the drawbacks. But there are also the hilarious conversations and unabashed cuddling and all that.
Example: I'm on the couch today reading. I hear small footsteps heading up the stairs and hear Jack narrate his way to me via dramatic whispering as he goes into each room to find me "Uh! Oh! Who's here- what's in here-" When I call out to let him know where I am he says, "Oh! I hear Momma, is she over here? Where's she going to be?" And as he turns the corner shirtless I realize he's not narrating to himself but to Finn who, also shirtless, is dutifully following him around on this mock adventure.
At a school meeting Friday one of the moms was talking about how fairness is evenly distributed over a family's lifetime. So where moms pack in a lion's share of butt wiping and the like at the beginning of the family stage there is a balance to the work, to the responsibility, to the difficulty of any family that comes with time. So, hold on thru the years and you get to see your spouse suffer too? No, no, that's not the point at all! Silly! But it is sort of what has gotten me thru days before - the idea that I'm putting in my extra hard years in order to glory in the days when all the kids are in full time school and I get to do whatever I want from 9-3 because Steve, being the responsible sort of guy he is, will still be working and I will still be house-wifing and dang it if that's not going to someday be a cushier job than it is now.
But am I sabotaging myself by inching ever closer to a career in photography? Do I want a career? No... but I don't really want to give up the possibility of one in photography.
Does it matter? Is now NOT the time to be fighting myself about it because the kids are OBVIOUSLY still very much in need of me? I mean, why not just chill out a couple years til I'm in sort of the place that Jen is where she is about to jump off a newer more free cliff of ... cliff diving? No - don't do that - that's *so* New Moon. I mean I believe 110% in God's plan being fulfilled - so if I'm meant to be a great photographer - then taking a break won't stop that. It's not like I'm on the verge of something awesome. I'm just plugging away, doing what I do... and hopefully getting better every year in both art and family.
Am I just balancing it just perfectly right now and am only *worrying* about me not balancing like I didn't balance so well last year or the year before?
I am a very potent worrier you know. I could indeed sabotage myself by worry alone...
Jen wrote about what she's been thinking today which feels like the exact same thing that I've been thinking of - but the mirror image... sort of.
Only in that I am doing what I planned out for my life all along my life - yet letting work get in the way instead of the other way around. I love photography - it makes me feel super egotistically cool that some people like my way enough to want me to take their picture... but shouldn't I be enjoying these years? The 3s are my favorite age and I'm about to have TWO kids in that general area. What luck! I'm not being sarcastic - I mean, believe me, I know the drawbacks. But there are also the hilarious conversations and unabashed cuddling and all that.
Example: I'm on the couch today reading. I hear small footsteps heading up the stairs and hear Jack narrate his way to me via dramatic whispering as he goes into each room to find me "Uh! Oh! Who's here- what's in here-" When I call out to let him know where I am he says, "Oh! I hear Momma, is she over here? Where's she going to be?" And as he turns the corner shirtless I realize he's not narrating to himself but to Finn who, also shirtless, is dutifully following him around on this mock adventure.
At a school meeting Friday one of the moms was talking about how fairness is evenly distributed over a family's lifetime. So where moms pack in a lion's share of butt wiping and the like at the beginning of the family stage there is a balance to the work, to the responsibility, to the difficulty of any family that comes with time. So, hold on thru the years and you get to see your spouse suffer too? No, no, that's not the point at all! Silly! But it is sort of what has gotten me thru days before - the idea that I'm putting in my extra hard years in order to glory in the days when all the kids are in full time school and I get to do whatever I want from 9-3 because Steve, being the responsible sort of guy he is, will still be working and I will still be house-wifing and dang it if that's not going to someday be a cushier job than it is now.
But am I sabotaging myself by inching ever closer to a career in photography? Do I want a career? No... but I don't really want to give up the possibility of one in photography.
Does it matter? Is now NOT the time to be fighting myself about it because the kids are OBVIOUSLY still very much in need of me? I mean, why not just chill out a couple years til I'm in sort of the place that Jen is where she is about to jump off a newer more free cliff of ... cliff diving? No - don't do that - that's *so* New Moon. I mean I believe 110% in God's plan being fulfilled - so if I'm meant to be a great photographer - then taking a break won't stop that. It's not like I'm on the verge of something awesome. I'm just plugging away, doing what I do... and hopefully getting better every year in both art and family.
Am I just balancing it just perfectly right now and am only *worrying* about me not balancing like I didn't balance so well last year or the year before?
I am a very potent worrier you know. I could indeed sabotage myself by worry alone...
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Google's Worst Enemy
So my blog is attached to my old hotmail account. My email is connected to - surprise surprise- my new gmail account. This makes posting to this blog annoying because I'm always logged into my gmail and want to check my gmail whilst blogging.
In the olden days if I just logged in on two tabs I could trick the google account police into letting me be logged in to both at the same time.
They somehow shored up that hole.
Well, I am not easily dissuaded. Now if I log in/out in/out/in on two separate tabs I can still trick it.
The folks at Google don't even know what they are up against.
In the olden days if I just logged in on two tabs I could trick the google account police into letting me be logged in to both at the same time.
They somehow shored up that hole.
Well, I am not easily dissuaded. Now if I log in/out in/out/in on two separate tabs I can still trick it.
The folks at Google don't even know what they are up against.
A glimpse...
This was taken at our last brownie meeting of the season. How much does this remind you of a college party in which there has already been much alcohol consumed? 
*no alcohol was served at this event or to these girls...
*no alcohol was served at this event or to these girls...
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Apologies
Of course after being all nostalgic about how I'll be nostalgic in the future about not remembering the present I started looking back at the blogs... and it's painfully obvious I used to be A LOT funnier.
http://burntfudge.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-warm.html
and
http://burntfudge.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-was-worst-of-times.html
http://burntfudge.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-warm.html
and
http://burntfudge.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-was-worst-of-times.html
Can't Catch Hold
I couldn't imagine not remembering the cutest most wonderful little moments when Abby was our only baby.
I was shocked to only barely remember things that had been constant everyday trials or joys as I watched others get to the same point with their babies.
Then came Jack and this time I knew it would be hard to remember everything - but still... certainly I thought, I'd never forget THIS.
Only to go back on the blog and be shocked what I'd forgotten just weeks later, months later.
Now I look at Finn with my usual spirit of "accepting what you can't change" and I'm just - trying to catch these moments and hold on so I'll remember but I know that won't work. I know that I'll only barely remember how incredibly cute he is as he toddles quickly around as if he owns the place.
I mean, I'm impatient to get to the point where I can talk life out with the kids rather than go moment to moment from head crash to hysterical over something or other. But I want still want to remember everything as I hopefully move passed it.
I was reading him a story and he knows a lot of his letter sounds and he's just so cute as he says them and he giggles at the silliest simplest things. And he brings people the remote if we have forgotten to fast forward thru the commercials or heaven forfend if we're NOT watching 'wipeout'.
Anyway, while reading the story I grabbed his little face and kissed him and hugged him so much he was TRYING to get into his crib. But he's just so dang cute and I can't believe I won't even be able to imagine this stage as I look back at it in video and pictures. I'll cry out "I can't believe how little Finn was! I remember that look!" but really, I'll really only be able to really truly see Finn as whatever age Finn is at that moment. This all will be like a movie memory - flat and not quite tangible.
It's the tangible I long to keep. The softness of the skin, the feel of the cuddle and the pats on the back as he expresses his happiness that I have retrieved him from the crib in the morning or after nap.
sigh... I still feel wrapped up in a time whirlwind. I am scattered in the wind.
I was shocked to only barely remember things that had been constant everyday trials or joys as I watched others get to the same point with their babies.
Then came Jack and this time I knew it would be hard to remember everything - but still... certainly I thought, I'd never forget THIS.
Only to go back on the blog and be shocked what I'd forgotten just weeks later, months later.
Now I look at Finn with my usual spirit of "accepting what you can't change" and I'm just - trying to catch these moments and hold on so I'll remember but I know that won't work. I know that I'll only barely remember how incredibly cute he is as he toddles quickly around as if he owns the place.
I mean, I'm impatient to get to the point where I can talk life out with the kids rather than go moment to moment from head crash to hysterical over something or other. But I want still want to remember everything as I hopefully move passed it.
I was reading him a story and he knows a lot of his letter sounds and he's just so cute as he says them and he giggles at the silliest simplest things. And he brings people the remote if we have forgotten to fast forward thru the commercials or heaven forfend if we're NOT watching 'wipeout'.
Anyway, while reading the story I grabbed his little face and kissed him and hugged him so much he was TRYING to get into his crib. But he's just so dang cute and I can't believe I won't even be able to imagine this stage as I look back at it in video and pictures. I'll cry out "I can't believe how little Finn was! I remember that look!" but really, I'll really only be able to really truly see Finn as whatever age Finn is at that moment. This all will be like a movie memory - flat and not quite tangible.
It's the tangible I long to keep. The softness of the skin, the feel of the cuddle and the pats on the back as he expresses his happiness that I have retrieved him from the crib in the morning or after nap.
sigh... I still feel wrapped up in a time whirlwind. I am scattered in the wind.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Catch-22
Jack was drowsy in the car on the way home from pre-school. He nodded off as we pulled into the garge.
I put sleeping Finn in his crib then walked Jack up to sleep in our bed. Everything seemed perfect.
Jack could not fall asleep.
Jack did not fall asleep.
I could not cheat and drive him back to sleep because Finn was asleep in the crib.
Now he will fall asleep on the way to pick up Abby. This would be best if I could leave early so he got more sleep before 4pm which would then push back his bedtime. However I can't put Finn in a car seat an hour early because he will have already slept and will eventually get pissed off and then will scream and there I will be stuck with a screaming Finn and a woken up Jack who not only will tantrum due to lack of sleep will also keep EVERYONE else up tonight with night terrors because his nap wasn't perfect.
GOOD
nIGHT
NURSE
update: okay, so Steve has been telling me for YEARS... YEARS not to be defeated so easily so... Finn woke up cranky - instead of putting him back down I put them both in the car at 2 (abby's pick up is 3). Jack went to sleep. Finn is talking. I debated and debated and decided to come back home - put Jack to bed in bed (it worked - in fact the only reason it didn't work the first time is that I believe if he knows he's going to poop he doesn't go to sleep - great something I once again have no control over) and Finn is watching Barney not stuck in a car seat. What about sweet Abby you ask? She's off to after school day care... another sacrifice in the war on sleepless nights.
One more note. The thing that makes this all the more urgent is that EVERYONE sleeps ALL NIGHT long as long as Jack gets his nap. It's a tad more complicated than that perhaps, but not much. We're not giving up this progress without a fight.
I put sleeping Finn in his crib then walked Jack up to sleep in our bed. Everything seemed perfect.
Jack could not fall asleep.
Jack did not fall asleep.
I could not cheat and drive him back to sleep because Finn was asleep in the crib.
Now he will fall asleep on the way to pick up Abby. This would be best if I could leave early so he got more sleep before 4pm which would then push back his bedtime. However I can't put Finn in a car seat an hour early because he will have already slept and will eventually get pissed off and then will scream and there I will be stuck with a screaming Finn and a woken up Jack who not only will tantrum due to lack of sleep will also keep EVERYONE else up tonight with night terrors because his nap wasn't perfect.
GOOD
nIGHT
NURSE
update: okay, so Steve has been telling me for YEARS... YEARS not to be defeated so easily so... Finn woke up cranky - instead of putting him back down I put them both in the car at 2 (abby's pick up is 3). Jack went to sleep. Finn is talking. I debated and debated and decided to come back home - put Jack to bed in bed (it worked - in fact the only reason it didn't work the first time is that I believe if he knows he's going to poop he doesn't go to sleep - great something I once again have no control over) and Finn is watching Barney not stuck in a car seat. What about sweet Abby you ask? She's off to after school day care... another sacrifice in the war on sleepless nights.
One more note. The thing that makes this all the more urgent is that EVERYONE sleeps ALL NIGHT long as long as Jack gets his nap. It's a tad more complicated than that perhaps, but not much. We're not giving up this progress without a fight.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Survival Mode
I was at Abby's Daisy Troop sleepover (which was super fun but not long enough says me - perhaps not says Steve) and the other moms there (who's girls were all the younger of their children - excepting for Maggie with Gus who doesn't count cuz he's so cute and easy).
And they were talking about what they were most looking forward to in Summer. And they came around to me and I just looked at them all like they were crazy. Summer? I'm not looking forward to SUMMER! Are you all crazy? I have a hubby that doesn't take vacations and even if he did, vacations are not relaxing, they are just times when I have no childcare for my children!
There's a time in the future - somewhere where I think vacation will be awesome - or summers or what ever... but not this day...
And they were talking about what they were most looking forward to in Summer. And they came around to me and I just looked at them all like they were crazy. Summer? I'm not looking forward to SUMMER! Are you all crazy? I have a hubby that doesn't take vacations and even if he did, vacations are not relaxing, they are just times when I have no childcare for my children!
There's a time in the future - somewhere where I think vacation will be awesome - or summers or what ever... but not this day...
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