Sunday, October 18, 2009
careful, momma
Apparently, momma doesn't know best. In fact, I may come up with some cool suggestions and be decent to play or dance a jig with, but I definitely don't know what the best option (or retort) is... Birdie does. This kiddo is well on her way to independence. For example...
Momma: "Time to go on the slide?"
Birdie: "YEAH! The big-un!" (kiddo well on her way scrambling up to it)
Momma: "The big one?" (arms up ready for anything knowing she's sure-footed)
Birdie: "Yeah, cuz I'm a big-girrlll!"
[Birdie swings from the top bar above the slide - smiling huge]
[Momma hesitant.]
Momma: "Yes, you..."
Birdie slides from letting go of the bar, swoosh.
Momma:"... are."
Birdie: "ag-gen?"
Birdie: "I wanna mic-a-mac (picnic)."
Momma: "Okay, let's get some tea."
Birdie: "No, it's not."...
Birdie pauses... "It's water, Momma."
Momma: "Right."
Later on, at the mic-a-mac...
Momma: "I'll take some more tea, thanks."
Birdie, observing my pour... walks over and gingerly touches my arm and then gestures a stop sign...eyes wide and right in front of my face: "Careful, Momma."
After Birdie obeys a direction given...
"Oh, Birdie, you're a gem!"
Birdie: "Thanks"
Okay, so she's really taking things on and chatting, but she's still a snuggle-bear that likes to hold hands and blurt out random valentines of love. Phew!
Momma: "Time to go on the slide?"
Birdie: "YEAH! The big-un!" (kiddo well on her way scrambling up to it)
Momma: "The big one?" (arms up ready for anything knowing she's sure-footed)
Birdie: "Yeah, cuz I'm a big-girrlll!"
[Birdie swings from the top bar above the slide - smiling huge]
[Momma hesitant.]
Momma: "Yes, you..."
Birdie slides from letting go of the bar, swoosh.
Momma:"... are."
Birdie: "ag-gen?"
Birdie: "I wanna mic-a-mac (picnic)."
Momma: "Okay, let's get some tea."
Birdie: "No, it's not."...
Birdie pauses... "It's water, Momma."
Momma: "Right."
Later on, at the mic-a-mac...
Momma: "I'll take some more tea, thanks."
Birdie, observing my pour... walks over and gingerly touches my arm and then gestures a stop sign...eyes wide and right in front of my face: "Careful, Momma."
After Birdie obeys a direction given...
"Oh, Birdie, you're a gem!"
Birdie: "Thanks"
Okay, so she's really taking things on and chatting, but she's still a snuggle-bear that likes to hold hands and blurt out random valentines of love. Phew!
Saturday, October 03, 2009
therapy
The fall season proves to bring a few things into focus... which I really cherish these days.
If my calculations are right, I'll have spent 11 days at home in September... all told. So, when home is extra homey, I'm really pleased. Flying home for dinner on Friday evening and then heading to the garden centre this morning was a overwhelmingly welcome switch. A and I opted to purchase trees that would grow and 'shrub' along our fence instead of changing fences. The exercise of removing unwanted old, sad growth and inserting happy, fresh trees is nothing less than therapy. For example, my sore back and dirty-hands-after-washing are really yummy experiences to this fully mental work-brain. To give some ammo to the reason why it feels so good is that we're rubbing up against one year of owning our first home. Wow, it's a fantastic reward to come full circle on this decision to purchase our home - loving our community, planting our own seeds (or bulbs) and pushing some dirt around to prove our point that we're in...
To discover the personal meaning of home is truly defining.
If my calculations are right, I'll have spent 11 days at home in September... all told. So, when home is extra homey, I'm really pleased. Flying home for dinner on Friday evening and then heading to the garden centre this morning was a overwhelmingly welcome switch. A and I opted to purchase trees that would grow and 'shrub' along our fence instead of changing fences. The exercise of removing unwanted old, sad growth and inserting happy, fresh trees is nothing less than therapy. For example, my sore back and dirty-hands-after-washing are really yummy experiences to this fully mental work-brain. To give some ammo to the reason why it feels so good is that we're rubbing up against one year of owning our first home. Wow, it's a fantastic reward to come full circle on this decision to purchase our home - loving our community, planting our own seeds (or bulbs) and pushing some dirt around to prove our point that we're in...
To discover the personal meaning of home is truly defining.
