If determination could catch fish

We would be eating fish tonight!

Or perhaps, this is his look of confusion?

They have a name for people like me

I am a Marketer's Dream. Yesterday was our first day of summer vacation at the beach, and not surprisingly, we found ourselves amidst the other beach goers in the aisles of Wal-Mart loading up on what the kids deemed "necessary". Every year, they are attracted to more and more, and every year I cave to desires for water guns, beach balls, and sand molds. But this year, I wasn't prepared for the marketing that was Toy Story.


It was everywhere. On plates, on food, on sunglasses, on pull ups. Everywhere. Quickly, the "necessities" were announced and collected as follows:

• Toy Story Mac N Cheese $1.00
  
• 2 Pac Goggles $1.50


• Toy Story Cereal $2.68


• Toy Story Flip flops (for him) $7.00


• Talking Buzz Lightyear $14.86


• Beach Barbie $5.93


• Boat with Toys $5.00


• Fishing Line $7.36

So, even though we spent more than we had gone in for, the look on their faces when we got back to GrandMoms house were worth it.



They call me..."sucker."

Finding Inspiration

I have always been a runner. I would chase boys in Elementary school, loved running the mile in middle school, and continued running at the gym or practice fields through college. In San Diego, I found the pier, and on the East Coast, the burbs. As strange as it sounds, running has always made me feel good. Relaxed.


My college dance Director used to say, "Beauty is only God given until you are 25. Then, you have to work at it." I thought of that woman yesterday when I put on a pair of my favorite lounge shorts...and they were snug. Ahem, lounge shorts aren't supposed to be snug. So, I looked to my pool of facebook friends for comfort, only to find updates from friends leaving for their morning jog, signing up for 5Ks, and participating in marathons. Where are you when I need you my breakfast burrito eating friends?


So, last night, I decided to squeeze on my sports bra, dust off my sneakers, and head out. Oh. My. Word. I must have been enjoying the double stuff for way too long because I felt parts of me move that shouldn't. Let's just say it was more than my boobs that needed support, dear friends.


Still, I trucked on. I tried to find inspiration in the evening lightening bugs, but even they seemed to be mocking me. Flying around with such ease and delicacy. Grrr. If that wasn't enough to get me going, a bunny ran out from under the bushes and raced by as if playing an evil game of tortoise and the hare. Damn it if that didn't happen twice!


But, I did it. I ran until my chest burned and my side ached. I even think my eyebrows were sweating. I would have taken a picture to prove my victory, but this entry is not supposed to be scary.


This morning, I woke up to a few snaps in unexpecting places and found myself bracing against the stair rail...with two hands...when going up...and down. It definitely doesn't feel as "good and relaxing" today as I remember. But, we all know how the tortoise and the hare story ends, and I will be damned if those little bunnies get the best of me. Crack. Ouch. Snap. Doh.


Carry on.

If at first you fail, try try again

A few weeks back, I wrote about how I screwed up the kids swim lessons. I dressed them and got them all excited only to find I had gotten the time wrong and missed their first lesson. I felt HORRIBLE.

But, today, I write to redeem myself. We went back.

We got wet.

We conquered.

It was awesome!

Loss for words

Me: Our son has Ezcema. It looks worse than it is. Little things can cause a flare...stress, climate change, an exposure to his allergies.

Another: Allergies?

Me: Yep. Allergies.

Another: What is he allergic to?

Me: Egg whites, peanuts, and tree pollen, to name a few.

Another: Poor thing. I couldn't imagine.

Me: It's not that bad. It could be so much worse (polite smile).

This is usually how the conversation goes at the doctor's office...the swimming pool...his sister's dance class...or any other setting where parents and children see his skin look like this. I can't say I blame them for staring, nor do I mean any harm with this blog post. Truth is, I would look on with concern too. I felt the same sympathy for our son when we learned of his condition...and again with each new allergy discovery.

And when we learned of his speech delay, again, I had more sympathetic thoughts. Poor kid.

Other children his age are speaking many words and are putting them together, where he is still practicing his sounds...Mooo....Oooohhh!

"Good job, Bubba!" I say, and then get lost in the thought of how handsome he is. I smile.

Tonight, following his bath, he went over to his dresser and grabbed the red and white tube of cream from the basket, handing it to me. "Cortisone. It's one of those days, huh, bud?" I asked. He returned my smile.

Despite his lack of language, he communicates better than most adults I know, and is always straight to the point. God. love. him.

Every day I learn something new from our children. And recently, our little Con man has been teaching me that no matter what the circumstance, you just need to find a reason to smile.

Really smile.

Note to your future self, Bud: This is really how you smiled at age 2.

We celebrate

You were born on July 2, just days before our nation celebrates it's independence. Therefore, every year you can be assured of three things:

1. You will always get a three day weekend!
2. There will be fireworks!
3. We will most likely celebrate your birthday before or after the holiday weekend, therefore extending your birthday celebration by a week of two.

This year, we picked Father's Day weekend to celebrate with a party so your dearest friends and family could attend. For your Fourth birthday, you requested a bathing suit party (Hallelujah for the simple request) and had a wonderful time sharing cake and fun with loved ones.

Your new bike was a birthday favorite!

Then, we took the celebration to Philly to visit two of your best friends, whom you are sure to treasure for a lifetime.

I loved that you picked this dress from all the others in your closet, and that this is how you slept in the car. Appropriate and sassy for a Fourth of July weekend in Philly, no?

You sat through your first movie, Toy Story 3, and enjoyed a pajama party with cupcakes. You played in the sprinkler and acted silly in the summer sun. It is such a joy for your Aunt Lisa and I to watch you all growing and playing together.

And then came the finale...the fireworks!

How many kids can say they get that on their birthday? Happy Fourth of July, America!

Happy Fourth Birthday, Katie!

A letter to my daughter on her Birthday

Dearest Katie, Kate, Katester, Katie-Boo, Sister,

One year ago, I sat in this same chair thinking of you and smiling. It is hard to believe yet another year has gone by, and that today...you are Four years old.

This past year seemed especially different. A big leap perhaps from the one before. You were incredibly brave when you were introduced to the Emergency room for the first time. You exuded confidence when adding preschool to your routine, showed great creative talent when left alone at nap time, and your personality is beginning to shine in so many ways.

At just four years old, I am in awe of you. You are surely the eldest. You walk cautiously through life, looking for answers, and protect your brother so that he doesn't do as he is told not to. Still, you remember to laugh. You have an amazingly contagious laugh that you generously offer when being chased by your brother or tickled by your Daddy. The kind of laughter that brings tears to my eyes. I want to bottle it up and keep it forever.

I still enjoy our weekend mornings and stormy nights when you find your way into our bed and snuggle up close. Where we whisper in the dark, and giggle in our girl talk.

You are sweet, sincere, loving, brave, and wise. You are Beautiful.

Happy 4th Birthday, Kate.

We love you. Always.