After being shamed by the pediatrician back at Eliza’s two year check up (don’t think about how long ago that was), I finally got the girls in for their first dentist visit.
This is what you do at the dentist, according to Beans.
This is pretty much how they handled the whole thing.
I couldn’t believe it, but they took Marion back by herself and she didn’t flip out. Neither did I! The hygienist said she was amazing and so well behaved. Both girls left the office loaded down with toys and goodies.
Seriously? Purses! Purses stuffed with t-shirts and tiaras and stickers. That beats the mess out of the “treasure chest” we got to rummage through.
And now I’m the proud mama of two dental hygiene safety patrol children. You’d better beware in our house if you dare think to go to bed without flossing now!
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
- e. e. cummings
Happy seven amazing years
As a first born, I spent most of my life thinking SCS was a myth.
Then I had a second child and learned how real it is.
Eliza and I had a lot of quality one on one time when she was under a year, but now, she’s in school three days a week and I have a day home with Marion. Things are so much easier with a 4.5 year old, easier to run errands, easier just to hang with, things like that. But I do miss my time with Beans. She’s so, so, so funny. Nothing hurts her feelings (or lets her know you are serious) more than telling her she’s not being funny. Well, telling her she’s not being a princess is up there too. But she loves to make us laugh and usually, is just a silly joy to be around.
Here’s just a minute of alone time with my Beans where she had me rolling. My sweet little ‘Liza Jane
There is a video embedded in this post. If you have trouble seeing it, here is the direct link Monsters and Alligators
While all the horrifying events in Boston were unfolding, this is what I was watching.
This was my peace today.
I woke up this morning and took the girls running so we could be home and watch the Boston Marathon. They rode in the stroller, in their pajamas, and ate muffins while I ran.
My heart was joyful. It was a wonderful way to start the day.
It didn’t end that way.
There’s a song that’s a favorite of mine at the moment; it’s called “10,000 Reasons” by Matt Redman. One verse always makes me cry.
“The sun comes up
Its a new day dawning
Its time to sing your song again
What ever may pass and whatever lies before me
Let me be singing when the evening comes.”
I don’t understand what happened today. Who could even pretend to understand something like this? As a runner, I take it personally. My peace, my hobby, something I share with my girls and my husband, something that I feel identifies me, has been shaken by terror today. I want to ask why and wait for answers that won’t come.
“Bless the lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship his holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I worship your holy name.”
We were beset by the sickies last week. On the sliding scale of sick, somewhere between sick enough to miss school but not enough to require a visit to the doctor.
The girls seem to be mostly recovered now but we all three have consumptive sounding coughs. Want to come visit?
Maybe I’ll have time to get back to blogging this week!
Well, at least happy Easter from two out of three.
Sorry for the lame post title but um, this is our fourth year doing this and well, I’m running out of catchy titles!
This being my fourth year, you think I would know to avoid it during Spring Break
This photo would tell you otherwise
However, no matter how crowded parking is, the fields always give lots of room for picking!
Experienced field hand
Field hand in training. A huge improvement this year, she knows the difference between red and green!
Not that it mattered much to her
My sweeter than strawberry girls
Four years of hard work
Start them young