My "wittle wamb" woke me up this morning at 4 a.m. (pre-daylight savings time) and asked if she could sleep with me. She hasn't come to our bed for about six months, so I figured it would be alright this one time. I love to snuggle with my kids, but I just can't sleep with them. So, I was up thinking about some things, with her legs across my belly.
That made me think of when I was young, my sister and I shared a bed sometimes. She propped her legs on my tummy every night! I am not going to say it didn't drive me crazy, but I will say that I was really grateful to have a sister! I can't imagine my life without her! She has always brought so much joy to my life!
Yesterday, my sister ran the Rex B. Lee 5K run in Provo...can I say how proud I am of her?!!! I am just so amazed that she was able to commit herself to this goal, train, and then run the race!
I ran on the track team in High School and always thought that she would follow suit. Since she was home-schooled through her High School years, she didn't have that opportunity. It has made me sad that I never got to cheer for her in a race. And even though I wasn't able to see her run yesterday, I was cheering for her across the miles. Love you so much Cary!!! You are so AWESOME!!!!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Daisy
This morning, Sarah told me she was my "wittle wamb". Then, at Target she informed me that she would like for us to call her "Daisy" for now on! I asked her, "Why Daisy?" She said it was because, "it is the name of a be-ooo-tiful flower." Then I remembered my great-grandmother's name is Daisy, and I thought, "why not!" So I have been calling her Daisy. What a funny bird!
"my wittle wamb" (taken in Feb)
"Daisy" (taken last year)
One last thing: In Sarah's world Corn Flakes=Snow Flakes and KIX=Pixie Dust
Sunday, March 7, 2010
squeaky wheel
The weather has been absolutely beautiful for the last couple of days, so the kids have been living outside during the day (don't worry, this is their choice, not mandatory for the sake of my sanity). They use our back patio area as an outdoor play room and take all sorts of toys out there to play different imaginative games. It has been an absolute pleasure for me to watch and listen to their little kid games and stories.
Their banter is absolutely hilarious, and it is so funny to hear the different voices they use. Voices with accents, rough raspy voices, squeaky voices, and even made-up foreign language gibberish, ...but most of all, it is so nice to hear their hysterical laughter! The type of laughter that lets you know they are having a good, happy, and perhaps carefree childhood.
When they aren't pretending to be circus clowns, or store owners, or famous singers, they are zooming around on their bikes, trikes and scooters. And the sound that I hear the most while they are making circles on the cement is the squeaky wheel on Sarah's trike. It is a nice steady squeak that is loud enough to be heard inside with the windows shut, but it isn't the type that makes you cringe. It actually has a sing-song sound much like a squeaky swing. And truly, over the many years we have owned that trike with the squeaky wheel, it has never bothered me until Friday.
The noise didn't get to me in the way you would think, though. What bothered me was the thought that suddenly entered my mind when I watched Sarah lazily cruise around our yard, singing a little song. The thought brought me to tears. The thought that she is the last one of my children to ride this trike with a squeaky wheel. That there will come a day when she will ask for a bicycle like everyone else and she will be too big for the cute, little, red, radio-flyer trike that has been a part of our family for 10 years. I thought about how the trike would eventually have to find a new home of little people, because my little people aren't little anymore. I thought about how quickly this phase of my life is passing. I thought how I would miss these lazy play days full of laughter and merriment. I thought how I might have to capture the sounds of their play (especially the squeaky wheel) and listen to it when they are grown. Or better yet, incorporate it into a song for them. Then I thought about how, if I keep the trike in the shed, maybe it will be around when I have grandchildren come for visits. Then I thought about how my own children aren't able to visit their grandparents (my parents in VA) as often as we would like. This profound, nostalgic moment lasted for a half hour. And I have pondered these things many times since then. I love that squeaky wheel! I love the little legs that power the pedals that turns the wheel that squeaks!
Their banter is absolutely hilarious, and it is so funny to hear the different voices they use. Voices with accents, rough raspy voices, squeaky voices, and even made-up foreign language gibberish, ...but most of all, it is so nice to hear their hysterical laughter! The type of laughter that lets you know they are having a good, happy, and perhaps carefree childhood.
When they aren't pretending to be circus clowns, or store owners, or famous singers, they are zooming around on their bikes, trikes and scooters. And the sound that I hear the most while they are making circles on the cement is the squeaky wheel on Sarah's trike. It is a nice steady squeak that is loud enough to be heard inside with the windows shut, but it isn't the type that makes you cringe. It actually has a sing-song sound much like a squeaky swing. And truly, over the many years we have owned that trike with the squeaky wheel, it has never bothered me until Friday.
The noise didn't get to me in the way you would think, though. What bothered me was the thought that suddenly entered my mind when I watched Sarah lazily cruise around our yard, singing a little song. The thought brought me to tears. The thought that she is the last one of my children to ride this trike with a squeaky wheel. That there will come a day when she will ask for a bicycle like everyone else and she will be too big for the cute, little, red, radio-flyer trike that has been a part of our family for 10 years. I thought about how the trike would eventually have to find a new home of little people, because my little people aren't little anymore. I thought about how quickly this phase of my life is passing. I thought how I would miss these lazy play days full of laughter and merriment. I thought how I might have to capture the sounds of their play (especially the squeaky wheel) and listen to it when they are grown. Or better yet, incorporate it into a song for them. Then I thought about how, if I keep the trike in the shed, maybe it will be around when I have grandchildren come for visits. Then I thought about how my own children aren't able to visit their grandparents (my parents in VA) as often as we would like. This profound, nostalgic moment lasted for a half hour. And I have pondered these things many times since then. I love that squeaky wheel! I love the little legs that power the pedals that turns the wheel that squeaks!
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