Note home...

And so it finally happened.

I knew it was just a matter of time.

My daughter got a note home from school.

Really? The kid is three. Well, three and a half..

It said that she was having trouble lately "Focusing and following directions.."

Which really meant : "FIX.IT."

Part of me felt as if I was the one that was in trouble.

Another part of me was just irked.

She is only a baby after all.

How much CAN a three (and a half!) year old focus?

But, I knew better.

She can focus-but rather it's IF- she so chooses...

In fact, she's probably more focused than most adults I know.

But, the girl is well...t-o-u-g-h.

Picture...biker chic princess.

Know what I mean?

She can keep up with the boys, but also very girlie.

Kinda like Fiona from "Shrek".

She is sweet, oh so sweet, and often emotional... But boy oh boy don't get her mad!

It was pretty much agreed upon from when she was a baby, that you probably didn't want to turn your back on that one....

Get my drift?

And so, for the moment, I'll just be glad the note didn't say other things..

We'll just cross that bridge when we get there.

But juuuust in case, I better practice my "surprised" face.

:)
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Growth spurt!

Rocket man is growing so fast I can hardly believe it.

I swear he was only born a few months ago right? (At least that's what my tummy says-not a pretty sight)

(FYI...he's eight months old. But I'm pretty sure I can get away with telling people I "J-U-S-T had a baby")

Anyway, back to the growth spurt.

I can tell when he's going through one when he starts waking up to eat when he previously would sleep thru the night.

(Imagine how much this excites me)

But what is worrisome is that he has been waking up to PRACTICE crawling.

Yes.

Apparently he feels he doesn't get enough time in the day to perfect his craft, therefore- why not do it when everyone's asleep?

"And since I'm up-how bout some milk with that, ma? You're like, just lying there, not doing anything..." say his eyes through the crib bars.

Did I mention he eats like a linebacker? He is a solid, hefty boy. And I absolutely L-O-V-E chubby babies but it's getting difficult to carry this one these days..kid is like a sack of potatoes.

It is SCARY how much he can put away. He gets veeeeeeery upset when I back away with the baby food jar, but I just can't believe he can EAT that much!

What really freaked me out was the other night during a feeding (after a rigourous practice of trying to figure out the mechanics of crawling). He CHUG CHUG CHUGGED down the milk like he was in a frat house drinking from a keg.

When he was done he practically slapped my boob out of the way, like "NEXT! KEEP UM COMING!!!!!!!!" as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He looked me dead in the eye.

MORE.MILK.WOMAN.

Shudder.

All I know is-

I'm.scared.

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Snow White and the Munchkins

Last night I had the worst migraine.

WORST.

It felt like a Mac truck had run over a cantaloupe (my head) crushed it, and it was sitting there wedged under the tire.

So thankfully my hubby was home to take care of the kids= priceless.

I tried to rest in the bedroom with no luck, so I came out to eat in the living room to be part of the family.

I was so sick I couldn't even sit up at the table. I just kind of propped myself up on the couch and ate when I could stomach it.

It was a 'make me feel barfy' kind of migraine. (My personal fave!)

So anyway, at one point I guess the kids were worried about me because I was so quiet and lifeless.

My sweet son came to gently pat my hair.

My daughter brought over a stuffed animal for me to cuddle (it always makes HER feel better so that's her 'get better' remedy for everyone).

It was all very 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs' except there were 3 dwarfs, not 7, and well they're kids, not dwarfs, but kids are kinda dwarf-like come to think of it, and one of them was screaming his little head off as babies tend to do-let's call THAT one 'Grumpy'.

It was so ethereal and serene, with them standing over me, all sweet and loving and well-still. (Minus the screaming in the background thanks to good ol' 'Grumpy'!)

Our home is rarely serene. Full of love, yes. Serene-maybe three times, tops?

I felt so at peace.

Then I thought, "Oh Lord, please let this not be a stroke! Am I dying? Is this my last breath?!" (I tend to be dramatic, I'm told)

It just felt too good to be true, that one peaceful moment.

-------TODAY-----------------

I guess I lived! No Stroke.

And life is back to its crazy LOUD self.

(Sigh) It sure was nice while it lasted. (Except for the searing, rip-my-head-open pain, mind you)

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The end of an era

So today we cleaned out the living room/playroom, free of small chokeable items.

Yes, it's that time...

Rocket man will be crawling any day now.

I'm not ready for it- AT ALL.

I forgot how exhausting that stage is.

I'm guessing I'll be tired (well, more than the norm) for the next year, year and a half-tops, right?

But that's not the sad part.

The sad part was putting things away for my baby girl to play with in her room. Like a "BIG GIRL".

I don't know why I'm so sad.

It just feels like the end of an era. Of her being a baby... and moving on to-
LEAVING ME!!!!!!

I know, that's silly, right?

But she IS 3 1/2!

I know I was just as sad when it happened to my eldest boy, when he moved his toys into his room when she was starting to crawl.

But this time it feels so different. Did I mention she's my ONLY girl??

It makes me sad. And filled with dread.

Next will be boys, wild music, driving and staying out late. And hating me, just because I'm her mother.

Don't all teenage girls fight with their mothers??

I suppose I'm looking too far down the road a bit. (I tend to overprepare)

Makes me (almost) want another child..if only for another little girl.

I know.

Now THAT'S some crazy talkin'....

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Busy busy busy

Lately, there doesn't seem to be any time to do well...

Anything.

I've realized that having three at three different stages in life is..

difficult to say the least.

It's kinda like reading a book, cooking dinner,

folding clothes, doing jumping jacks,

all while balancing on a ladder.

Man, I'm exhausted...

I'm sure most-if not all mothers, can relate!

Babies/children seem to occupy all my brain space lately.

I had a funny story or two (!) the other day but they've seem to have vanished.

That happens a lot lately..

And my sense of humor!

I used to have a great sense of humor.

That seems to have run off with my memory...

(Big Sigh)

Maybe they'll be back one day?

To my loyal follower(s):

A post! (wink, wink)

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