
(Please excuse the terrible photograpy, L is working today.)
Somehow between all the motherly duties, I have an occasional thought.
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Son graduated preschool last week. His last day wasn't until today, however, so here are the highlights:
One, Two, Buckle My Shoe..........Nine, Ten, A BIG, FAT HEN!!!
That is his diploma...he is looking toward the future with it.....
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine....you are my love shine....you are my star shine.....(picture one beautiful, solitary tear running down my mommy cheek.)
And a picnic today to top it all off.
Son said in the car on the ride home, "Mom, we accidentally brought my pencil box home! We have to return it!" "No, Son," I say. "You aren't going back there." Ever. Again. {sniff} "You are going to be in a new school for kindergarten next year."
And I had to throw in a particularly beautiful picture of my girl. Just for you.
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Potty training question: how many pairs of panties do you go through a day?
Answer: Some days one, other days this many...
P.S. It's nine, by the way, and they're all dry. And she put them all on herself. Skirt-style. I helped with the last one so her little cheeks would be covered.
I am a detail oriented person. Very detail oriented. More than anyone else you will probably ever meet. I could make a living proofreading the phonebook if there was good money in it. I'm not kidding. So when I start a project, I have many detailed questions. Many. Detailed. Questions....
I started an "easy" sewing project a long time ago. So long that I refuse to write down how long I have stared at it and wished I could finish it. It started out as a rag quilt, now it is a King size bedspread. I have tripped myself up on every phase of this project. I tend to think of ways to make projects "different" or "better" and usually that just means "compl-i-ca-ted." I asked L to help me and promptly confused the heck out of him. We finally configured the thing to where we "wouldn't hate it for eternity" and it is almost finished. It is now dubbed the Titanic...the no-fail, dummy sewing project that hit many innocent-looking snags that nearly sank it. It now proudly rests on the water(bed) because although I am not done with the "rag" part, it is assembled and we are sleeping with it, darnit! So I will undress my bed daily and work on the ragging part faithfully, and when Titanic sails I will proudly post pictures!
P.S. Too many details?
Is my anniversary. The official wedding one. We have lots of anniversaries, but when you have been together as long as we have, eventually you stop celebrating all but the biggie. I remember when L and I, accompanied by a tiny baby-food eating Son, went out to eat for the ten-year anniversary of our first date. We went to our favorite restaurant(may it rest in peace) and were seated at a little private table. The waiter so graciously closed the curtains to enclose us in privacy. That was a very special anniversary dinner for me.
I have to tell you something special about my husband. He never forgets a special day. Never. When I get up to go to the bathroom at 12:30am on my birthday, he remembers to say "Happy Birthday!" even though it barely is. So this morning, we woke up to cuddle around 4:30 before he got up to go to work, and the first thing he said to me was "Happy Anniversary." I barely remembered my own name at 4:30am, but he remembered right away that it was a special day. He got up and got all dressed up for our date tonight, since he is picking me up on his way home from work and wouldn't have time to change. (Thanks, sis, by the way, for watching the kiddos.) These are just a couple of tiny reasons why I love him. So much. Like a ton. (sigh of bliss.)
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