I had this whole wonderful post planned and ready to write, and now that I’m sitting here ready, but alas…slightly unwilling because I’m tired, I just can’t even remember what it was about now.
There’s just a lot going on. So much so, that here it was Thursday night, late…and I managed to remember that my only meager offering on the blog this week were some pictures from a month ago. Well, that won’t do. But I promise…school is about to start and so help me Lord in heaven, if everything doesn’t come down at once. AB is ridiculously busy, trying to ease back into school work, all the while slowly pulling back from his summer job. Only it’s not slow. It’s still full-throttle. And I’m cooking again. Which kind of sums it up, does it not?
I mean, we are knee deep (and I’ll just say that figuratively so that you don’t puke) in potty-training our boy. And he’s a trooper! Only two accidents in as many days. Not a bad scorecard for a 2 year old, eh? And he’s motivated…so he’s really having fun with it. Double score! But the sitting…and the waiting…and the “checking” and the sitting. The waiting. It’s a disaster for me. I just want to hurry it along because I’ve got things to do, you see. But no. We can’t. We must sit and stare at each other for 15 minutes at a stretch. And every few seconds we have to check, because we might have, but we’re not sure…but we might have. I need a pillow in there.
And the princess? She’s…well…she’s Miss Smarty. Like cute…and adorable…and mimicking everything we do and say, right down to head nods and words and eye movements. She’s sharp, that one. And she’s got her Daddy wrapped around her cute little chubby fingers. All ten tiny delicious digits. And she knows how to cry on cue to make his heart melt and force him to pick her up and cuddle her until she’s smiling and giggling and resting her head on his strong shoulder. And I envy her that charm. Which faded for her mother with too many bills, laundry, chores, and life’s woes. Yes, it’s true. But then she smiles at me and says “mama” in her sweet little voice and I am reduced to a pile of goo and so I guess we are all a bit befuddled and bemused around her. She has that way about her.
And she walks. With a hand helping or without…she will try and try again and many times will make it across the room without a fall or a fumble. I keep thinking how fast it is and how soon they will be asking for car keys and extra cash to go here and do this or that. And the sadness comes creeping in and I have to give myself stern pep-talks to live in the here and the now and the today's, before they are gone and all I have are my many pictures and videos of what was yesterday.
Potty training, and long tired days. Busy lives. Here and there. Whimpering toddlers who quiet when held by their Daddy’s. The delicate precious tone of their tiny voices, so endearing and special. Sweet little legs finding their own and naptime and snack time and all the many times in between. Soon gone and gone too soon.
So I couldn’t remember what was so important to post about, but I think this will do just fine.
Enjoy your today's…every one of them