All Packed Up With No where To Go

For those of you who don't know, we close on the sale of our house in 2 weeks. Everyone I talk to asks me how it is going. I am not a true pack rat, so throwing things away is not a problem. But, Abbey is. Every time I try to throw out an old cup or bowl she is the first to take it out of the garbage and explain why I can not throw it out. On a good note, she goes to school mornings, so I do my tossing then. Ellie usually sleeps mornings, so it was only Cari I had to contend with. And she was happy to "help" me pack. I did love the Kootchie Koo I got while trying to get the glasses from the top shelf.

Now, thanks to a series of events, out of our control, the offer that was originally accepted by the owners of the home may be no good. The question is, will we have a house to go to?......STAY TUNED.......

In Loving Memory of Suzanne Marie

I may have lost several pregnancies, but I never lost a child I held in my arms. Please take a moment and remember Suzanne Marie in honor of her journey to Heaven two and a half years ago. Her short life taught me to Cherish each day as though it was my last.

I love you Suzanne.

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Compassion

An unscripted moment in time.

Abbey playing Little Miss Muffet

Little Miss Muffet.
Sat on her Stool.
Eating her curds away.
Along came a spider.
And scared her right away.

Trick or Treat

Mark's big brother and family have a camp site at Jelly Stone Park, about 20 minutes from our house. I am not a camping person. I do not sleep outdoors, but I will make a day or evening trip to the grounds for a campfire and good burgers. This happened to the last weekend that Jelly Stone Park is open for the year. It was an unusually warm weekend in October, so we headed on up to the camp ground for one last bit of summer fun in Autumn. They were also celebrating Halloween at Jelly Stone. The girls got to put on their costumes and go trick or treating a bit early. Abbey had more candy than I care to talk about. Her lips and tongue were still blue when we got home. Cari loved her sucker, and for a mom who doesn't like to camp, I had a pretty good time too.

Astronauts like Disney Princesses too

As a busy mom I am good at doing laundry, folding laundry, but I do admit that I am not good at putting it away. Quite often multiple baskets of FOLDED laundry can sit in a bedroom for weeks. As I type, there is a basket of folded laundry that has been sitting in a corner of Abbey's room since Sunday. I don't fret over clutter as long as it is contained. The biggest issue is how quickly a four year old can undo a basket of folded laundry. As I have pointed out, Abbey takes great pride in dressing herself, and I'm not talking about just in the morning either. Anytime of the day she will be wearing a costume or changing her clothing into something more comfortable. And when there is a basket of folded laundry on the floor, it gives her quite the pallet for artistic creativity. I have two choices: Get grumpy, or just role with it. So today, rather than kill her spirit, I just went along with her and this is what our conversation was.

MOM: "Abbey, why are you in your jammies at noon?"

ABBEY: "Their not Jammies, mommy, their my space suit. I'm an astronaut and I'm going to the moon."

MOM: "Is that your space jacket?" I said while pointing to her princess sweatshirt.

ABBEY: "NO mom." It's just my blue sweatshirt. I need it 'cause it's cold in space. Did you know that?"

MOM: "Yes Abbey." I have heard that it's cold in space. Good thinking. You don't want to get cold."

At this point Abbey went back in her bedroom for a moment or two, until she called me in.

ABBEY: "Mommy, I need space shoes to keep my feet warm." Did I mention that her space shoes are exactly 2 1/2 sizes too small for her. I have tried to pack them away on several occaisions, but they always seem to make their way back in Abbey's room?

Later, Abbey curled up on the couch, with her Hello Kitty blanket, I mean in her space ship, and blasted off into space. And that thing on her head is her Nana deedee space helmet.

When Abbey was done playing I didn't know if i would die laughing, or cry because of the mess she made.

A cloudy day for Little Miss Sunshine

Ellie has been nicknamed Little Miss Sunshine due to her never ending smile. It is rare that she even cries or fusses. If she does become fussy it is with good reason. A hungry tummy, a tired body, a stinky diaper, or something hurts her. The other day Ellie was not a happy camper. A combination of the purple bags under eyes and the faucet of drool coming from her mouth were a fine indicator that Ellie was teething. All it took was a good dose of ibuprofen, and a nap in daddy's arms to clear the clouds for Little Miss Sunshine. UPDATE: Those teeth still haven't poked through, but the sun is shining.