We went from having an amazing weekend with a stop at Lego Kids Fest, spending eight hours playing and eating cake at a friend’s birthday party, late night movie and popcorn to THE FLU! I can’t even believe it. Mason went down like a ton of bricks from one moment to the next. We were visiting my MIL, enjoying a nice hot lunch on a cold winter’s day and I took one look at my little angel and I knew she wasn’t feeling well. After 24 hours at home giving her all the TLC I could, we went to the pediatrician and they said those dreaded words… “It’s the flu.”
Now she’s burning up like a meteor, bright red as an apple, nauseous, achy and simply unhappy. I’ve had to quarantine the poor child away from her other siblings in order to try and contain the flu. What a lousy way to start the week, but on the upside, I get to spend an entire week with my little girl (whose not so little anymore) and cuddle, watch movies, eat ice cream and take care of the girl who made me who I am in the first place… a mom!
I hope you guys are having a healthy and happy beginning of the week!
Being connected can be somewhat overwhelming. From the smartphone constantly alerting you to social media updates, dinging/buzzing every time you receive a text, email, photo, etc… I started feeling like I couldn’t get away from not only my smartphone, but everyone’s mobile devices were everywhere I looked. So, I called up the phone company (remember them) and had a land line installed! Just for good measure, I dug up this old phone my husband and I had when we were first together.
My youngest daughter’s reaction was simply “what’s that?” I’ve never seen her looked more perplexed, as she ran her fingers over it, picked it up, listened to the sound coming from the receiver and said “Does this play music or something?” I can’t believe it! It’s 2013 and my children have never used a “real” phone, which made me realize that my children haven’t been exposed to the idea of phone etiquette. Needless to say, when I got all the kids together and explained that this was our new home phone, they were super excited. They spent hours practicing/pretending how to answer the phone, what to say when they call their friends’ houses and how to dial (since it not touch screen:).
Personally, I like having a phone with no caller ID, no crazy ringtones and no alerts/reminders of what’s going on in the social media world. Sometimes simplifying can make a huge difference in your life. (Note: I still have my mobile, but I only turn it on when I leave the house and it stays in my purse unless I need to make a phone call.)
Would love to know your thoughts? Do any of you have a land line?
So, my little man said “We make cookies mommy?” Anything he wants! I just melt when he calls me mommy with his sweet little grin and sparkling almond-shaped eyes. We danced to We Got It All, we were covered in flour, rolling dough, cookie cutting, baking, icing and sprinkling love on a cold Valentine’s Day afternoon. Filled with hot coca in our bellies, if these kids in my life know anything, I hope they know that I love them madly. I love them, I love them with everything that I am. And any holiday that encourages cookie consumption in the name of love is a holiday I’m delighted to celebrate. Happy Valentine’s Day!
It was so amazing to see Chihuly at the VMFA. Exquisite doesn’t even begin to describe the amazing glass sculptures imagined and created by Chihuly. There is nothing more moving to me or more fulfilling in my life than art. There is something so intimate and peaceful about looking, appreciating and creating art. If you have the opportunity to see the Chihuly exhibit (click here for upcoming dates) do not pass up the chance to immerse yourself in a truly inspirational experience.
Mav wasn’t feeling well… runny nose, crackly cough, and watery eyes. After a long day of nebulizing and taking medicine to make him comfortable, he fell asleep in my arms at 5pm. You know that saying “never wake a sleeping baby?” Well I consider that saying to be one of the holy commandments of parenthood, so when my little guy kept sleeping and sleeping, I didn’t dare go in and wake him up. THIRTEEN HOURS LATER!!! he emerges from his room, no worse for ware, but something was different. He ran down the hall into my arms, as he always does, and we hugged and kissed for as long as he wanted me to hold him. When I put him down and he started going about his three year old business my mouth dropped to the floor… HE GREW!!!! Not like in some figurative way. He actually grew taller, leaner and the baby fat that surrounded his face and the chubby wrinkles of his neck were gone. Just like that, he wasn’t my baby anymore. He looks like a five year old and it made me realize that those baby, sweet, cuddly years were gone forever. Did I love that time enough? Did I appreciate the cuteness of his baby face and body long enough? You never know when things are going to change. When that moment was the last time you were going to have that moment.
So, here’s to growth spurts, a mother’s tears, growing up and letting go (just a little)! Happy Friday!