What a day...

Sitting by the fire, listening to Pandora Radio, and waiting for James Raz to wake up from a late nap. Life is pretty damn good. Except that Lilly just told me that she loved me so much except for the fact that I had a hair growing out of the mole on my neck. Um, well that's just lovely. I keep waiting for age to stop landing on my face, but I guess I am destined to age not so gracefully. I have tried, tried and tried to take care of these wrinkles, to no avail. Wisdom is waiting in the wings, right?

Going to see Bill Cosby tomorrow for Valentine's day. I am very excited. It was my Christmas present from Jeff. Should be fun, interesting, but fun. He reminds me of my dad. Consistently funny, somewhat clueless on purpose and smarter than he allows anyone to think he is.

Raining here. Beautiful as long as I am inside. Having a great afternoon.

Thankful

I wake up every morning and pray. I know, I do. I am thankful for my husband, my children, my family and even my dog. Tomorrow I plan on being extra thankful for my mom and dad. Tonight they brought home my daughter, with a new full size horse toy and energy that knew no bounds. She waxed philosophical on how much fun she has at Grandma and Opa's and how she can't wait to go back to see them. I think, often, how my life, at least as an adult over 35 has never been better. This is all because of my parents. My husband, bless him, has put up with my shit and loved me and given me beautiful children. My parents, however, continued to love me through all my nonsense and craziness and at times when I wasn't worth loving. They did. My dad saved me more times than I can count and he always looked at me with his wisdom and knew what I was doing and STILL loved me. My daugther's, and soon to be my son's, life is owed to my dad's love and my mother's support. I am lucky, blessed and honored. I hope that in my father's afterlife he is given a special place for being such a wonderful father. My mother already has a reservation next to her own mom.

Since I can't manage to keep up with blogging about my family, I am going to start keeping track of my new favorite hobby: cooking. I have become obsessed. So today, I Mandoo courstesy of citymama. Banana Pudding Pie, Homemade Hummus and a boule of country bread. This is all fun! I love to cook these days. It will be interesting to see how long it lasts.

Friday Night...

Sitting here with kiddos asleep and hubby out and about in the real world. Oldest sick with ear infection and don't think I have left the house except for Doctor office and pharmacy in 72 hours. Poor me. My biggest issue, besides normal sick child stuff, is a seven month old who constantly wakes up at 4:30 soaked in urine. We have tried changing him at all hours of the night, and using night time diapers. The WORST in all creation is the pajamas. Who in the hell invented children's pajamas? The snaps for the love of Christmas are impossible to line up unless you are in spotlights and not sleep deprived. The zipper versions of the pjs are obnoxious as well. I should design something. What think?

Tia Margarita's!

We just got back from dinner with our childless friends at our favorite Mexican restaurant. Could these friends have any more patience and love for us? I mean, they show up at 5pm, save us parking and entertain our 3 year old for two hours. We drink, we laugh and we eat. It was just wonderful. We continue to be shown grace and love from all walks of our lives. Just AWESOME!

Post Colic....

After five and a half months of a colicky baby, one tends to think it will never end. Then, all of the sudden here is the baby I longed for since his birth. Now, I have a predicament. He is great and smiling and growing. All of the expensive formulas are gone. The fights with the husband are memories. But, he has been getting up at 5:30am. I have to go to bed at 7pm just to keep up with him and the 3 year old. How do I complain about this? I mean compared to how he was, this is ecstasy. But I am tired. Really tired. The sun is just around the horizon and I want the day to be over so I can go back to sleep. So Tired!

I figured out that resolutions aren't worth shit. I failed to write after just one day. How does this happen? Have a colicky child for just one day and you will see. But then figure out that your kid isn't colicky but just needs some cranial sacral massage. And THEN figure out that that doesn't work and there might be something else wrong. Then try to decide if you can blog about all of it later. I realize many blog with much worse issues, but this is mine. All mine and my kid's and my other wonderful daughter and my husband's and my dog's. Not just mine.