Monday, August 31, 2009

My Guy

My guy. The start of the kindergarten year has been one of excitement and anxiety...for all of us. Each day seems to get a little easier for Marsh. Today was a tough one though....he got off the bus and told me it had been a "goodish-bad day". Good because he got to see all his new friends. Bad because he really started to miss Mommy.
Mommy misses him too.
I keep telling myself, and him, that this is how we grow as people, as part of the great unknown. I could clutch him to my side for the next forseeable future, but what good would that do him? He's growing as a person and I'm learning that it's okay for him to grow as a person....without me. I think it will take a few months for either of us to feel that this new role is natural and comfortable and easy....like I told my guy today....I think it would be weird if we didn't miss each other.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Rock Star

Boy, is he ever. First day of kindergarten down, ready to roll on the second. Last night we had tales of wrong lines, pizza and corn for lunch, learning things he already knew and new friends. As hard as this has been for me to adjust to he is definitely handling it like a rock star. (thanks for the new threads Aunt Raine :-)

Friday, August 14, 2009

Smarty Pants

This morning Marsh and Clanc were playing so nicely together in their room, racing cars down a pile of blankets.

Enter:Mommy

"Wow that looks like fun guys."

Marsh: "Yeah, do you know what is driving the cars down to the bottom of the blankets Mommy?"

Thinking he wanted a creative answer I replied "Maybe a crazy monster?"

Marsh: "The answer would be gravity Mommy. Gravity."

Thursday, August 13, 2009

The Jewel

My children are jewels....there is no question. Everyone says that about their kids....but I am biased. Take, for instance, tonight. The big boys had left to go to the grocery store, leaving little Clancey and I at home. I bathed him, then decided I really could use a shower after our long walk tonight.
I asked him if he would be willing to sit on his step stool in the bathroom while I took a quick shower, to which he ran off to get the step stool all set up. This little jewel of a boy sat, with his hands folded in his lap, in his little white undershirt onesy, on the step stool the ENTIRE TIME I showered. Then, upon hearing the water turn off, opened the door for me, handed me a towel and then told me he would move (to which he walked to the other side of the bathroom to give me room to exit the shower and stood with his hands folded on his stomach.)
The little jewel we speak of here is 21 months old...there are adults I don't think I could instruct that well.

How did I get so lucky?

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Blackberry Feast...and not the kind you type on


What is there to say really? Walnut sized blackberries grown in the beautiful Iowa soil. No fertilizer, no strange chemicals, no hocus pocus....just beautiful black gold.
Our oldest is intrigued with picking them....our youngest is intrigued with gobbling them down before anyone has a chance to compete.
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