Sunday, November 28, 2010

Recipe for Our Thanksgiving

3 People with a Cold
2 With Snotty Noses
1 Little Streaker
1 Grilled Turkey "Almost" Done
3 Sides that were ready 20 minutes ago
1 Volcano cake, dry ice melted prematurely=no smoke!
0 Guests (I guess nobody wanted our cold)

Add all ingredients together to a ridiculously warm day for November, and you have...Our Thanksgiving.

Oh well. At least, those of us who were sick are starting to feel better.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Notes to Heaven



We marked the 4th anniversary of Evan's death today by doing a balloon release. I really like doing balloon releases, because it's like sending up notes to Evan. We write messages to him and draw pictures. We let go of the strings and watch the balloons bounce and float on their way to Heaven.

We love you, Evan!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The Not So Good Time Girl




I remember another mom telling me that boys were harder in the younger years and little girls were easy, then boys got easier and girls harder as they approach the teenage years. And I believed it. But, I guess my little princess doesn't really fit into the good little girl mold. Oh sure, she's cute and sweet some of the time. But she definitely believes in preemptive strikes when it comes to big brother. I'm all for a girl who can stick up for herself. My problem is when she makes something that should be a good time go wrong.

Our county has a lot of really nice parks and green spaces. We can go for walks and playtime and not drive a great distance to get there. Unfortunately, most of the playgrounds seem to approve of free range children. There are no fences! There may be one fence on one side, but it never seems to block out the important stuff...like the road or the parking lot. Maybe playground developers believe that little kids will be so enthralled by the playground equipment, that they wouldn't dream of leaving. Well, they're wrong. I spend most of our playground visits chasing Miranda back to the playground. She runs to the road. She runs to the parking lot. Evan was also a runner. I remember being laughed at when at 9 months pregnant, I was chasing a little blonde boy around the park. I didn't really find it funny. You ask, "Well, why don't you leave?" Well, we usually do. I'll give her a couple of strikes before packing them up. I do feel bad for Duncan, because he generally stays on the playground.

Playing in our yard is just as bad. I have to be by Miranda's side most of the time, because she'll sneak off. So, instead of having fun at the playground or in the yard, Mommy is stressed! Oh, I think Miranda is having a grand ol' time watching me chase her. But for me? Not so much. I do smack her hand when she runs off. I'll take them inside for punishment. But I guess I haven't found the one thing that will really stop the behavior.

We go to the grocery store, where shopping is supposed to be a pleasure. But even there she acts up. She wriggles out of the belt and climbs out of the cart. She's like a mini Houdini! I put her back in and tighten the belt. It doesn't seem to matter. Meanwhile, Duncan's making the "woowoowoo" siren sound and gleefully telling me how naughty Miranda is. I just want to get the bread and GO! I try to ignore the looks I get from other adults, but it's difficult. I already feel like the world's worst parent, because my kids are going nuts. I just hope it gets better!

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Halloween is Over!




On November 1st after a great night of fun and trick or treating, Duncan announced, "Halloween is over." Quickly followed by, "Christmas is ON!" He's been asking for a Christmas tree pretty much every day since then. We've mentioned that people generally celebrate Thanksgiving before Christmas. And the fact that most folks don't get their Christmas trees until then. Of course, then we go to the store, and they have their Christmas lights on and tree decorated. He asks me if I'm ready for Christmas. "No, not just yet." We don't usually get our tree until the second week of December or so. I have a feeling Duncan won't allow us to wait that long this year. Despite my hemming and hawing, I have to admit...his excitement is contagious!

Friday, November 12, 2010

Thankful Much?

This is the time of year when many people begin reflecting on thankfulness, as Thanksgiving is just around the corner. I've noticed a few of my friends on Facebook are posting something they are thankful for in their daily status updates. And even a recent suggestion by my pastor was: For each complaint you have, list ten things that make you grateful. It's supposed to change your way of thinking to be more positive. Sounds like a great idea, although challenging!

But I have to admit that when the calendar rolls over to November each year, I don't feel all that thankful. I think about four years ago when my son, Evan, died the day after Thanksgiving. It's been almost four years, and it still hurts.

I may not sit around thinking about all the things in my life that make me thankful, but I do feel blessed.



Duncan was only six months old when Evan died. He was little and needed his Mommy and Daddy, but I don't think he realized how much we needed him. His little smiles and kisses were so welcome. He was our life raft. We clung to Duncan to stay afloat. I was blessed then with a smiley little kissy boy.



And now I'm blessed with...well, a smiley, kissy boy. He comes to tell me about a recent success, just, I believe, to get a hug from his Mommy. He invented something called a "Hug-Kiss," that is a combined hug and kiss. If we're sitting on different sofas, he comes over to sit by me. And not a couple of feet away, but right next to me. He's snuggly and loving, and most importantly, happy.





Even though she's gettin' on my last nerve lately, because she's naughty as the day is long, Miranda is also a blessing. Right now I'm her favorite person in the whole world, and that feels pretty special. It's so wonderful to be loved!



And, of course, Evan was a blessing. A good big brother and friend. He was sweet and curious, but sure knew how to push my buttons. But, like his little brother, Evan warmed my heart with his hugs and kisses.

I've had three beautiful, sweet, happy children. That is a blessing, indeed!