May 30, 2007

  • Ok , totally  beee hind.

    Yes, very much…. not keeping up.

    I have excuses. Really I do.

     

    So the kids and Hunny are doing
    great.

    Mama’s day was more like Mama’s
    week, because of my birthday’s close proximity. My Mama said it was ok to take
    the week off. She gets the same treatment during her b-day because of
    Valentine’s Day. It is the perk of have a middle of the month b-day I guess.

    HA!

    Dwayne was absolute sweetness and
    gave me a really expensive bottle of perfume. I feel like a million dollars
    when I put it on. And it is almost silly to wear it only out to the Veggie Garden,
    but that is where I hang out.  Dwayne’s job is going really well. He
    fluctuates between number one and number two salesman for his company.  He
    is destined to become the favorite Dad in the neighborhood because he comes
    home from work with Ice Cream and balloons in his pockets. We have the
    neighbors hooked on Blue Bell Creamery Ice Cream. How cool is that?

     

    Georgia is a gem. What a lucky parent I
    am to have a three year old that is as smart as me. HA!

    Yeah so, ok I am being sarcastic.
    This kid is so witty and quick with her words that she leaves me speechless
    sometimes.

    Last weekend, she and I are out in
    the garden, installing the irrigation. I ask for the clippers (hand held kind)
    she pitches them to me, nearly hitting me square in the shin. I dodge it, quite
    surprised; I tell her, “Georgia,
    you should never throw clippers at anyone because they are sharp. They could
    stab me and make me bleed.” And then as if she had no idea what else to say,
    she replies, “Sorry about your luck.”  And her little eye balls rolled
    around in their little sockets.  I almost fell over, but I never let on
    that this response was either funny or allowed. This prompted a lesson in how
    to respond to your parents when you are told something, such as all responses
    from a child ends in “Yes, Ma’am.”  Most of the time, we are testing
    boundaries. Other times, she is curled on my lap telling me how beautiful I am.
    Last night, she laid in my lap, with big sleepy eyes looking at my face and
    fitting her thumb into the curl of my lip. I am so very lucky and I am glad she
    makes me laugh and/or cry every day she is alive.

     

    Our Dylan is getting quite big.
    Most definitely, surpassing little skinny Georgia.  He is very smart
    little man. Very industrious.  It seems as though he is very driven to
    test his muscles. I always catch him picking up things that are heavy. 
    Things range from: Tin cans that are stored on the dry goods shelf above his
    head, rocks in the garden path, plastic kiddie chairs, and empty laundry
    baskets, basically, anything that crosses his path. When he picks something up
    he will grunt and bend at the knees. It is the funniest thing to watch. He
    loves to be outside. He will crawl or walk to the back door and look outside
    with love in his eyes.  When he is outside, he is perfectly content to
    play with whatever objects he can find near the door, sometime not leaving the
    stoop for hours. Other times he is all over the yard. Crawling or walking bare
    legged and footed through rocks and brambles, carrying rocks, dropping them on
    his toes without much notice.

    He will walk right out to the
    grass and tread through it, laughing in bursts as the grass tickles his feet.
    He will crawl into the brushes, pick leaves off of the limbs and sit in the
    grass with a ball he may have found. Once or twice he had a mouth full of dirt
    and dirt dribbles on the front of his little white t-shirt.   He is a
    very pleasant boy, very content to play by himself or invite you into his little
    world.  His laugh is the kind that makes you laugh. It is a full and deep
    belly type laugh that kind of makes the back of your throat feel
    scratchy.  And he laughs a lot, sometime for no particular reason at all.

    He really lights up when Georgia is near.
    He loves her so much. It is so amazing to me how that is even possible for this
    little guy just barely one year old.  They play together sometimes.
    Sometimes things get really quiet and I look into Georgia’s bedroom (playroom)
    and she is sleeping on the floor and he is sitting on her bed playing with a
    toy, he will laugh or smile really big as if he was just waiting for me to
    check on him.

    His smile melts my heart.

     

    We got our Camera back from the
    fix-it shop so pictures are on the way.

    Sorry for the delay.