Thursday, October 9, 2008
“Mommy, you’d better come quick”! Britain tugged on my pant leg.
The phrase that brings a sense of dread to every mom.
Its a well known fact in our family that the downstairs toilet…..um…..how do I put this delicately?…..doesn’t flush adequately sometimes. Britain led me to the bathroom doorway where I stood aghast watching “poo water” sloshing over the rim onto the tile floor.
“Britain, how many times did you flush it?”
“One.”
Where do I begin….how do I make it stop?? I cuffed my pants to wade through it.
“No Britain, you didn’t flush it once. How many times did you flush it?”
“JUST ONE TIME, and another time and another time and…”
“Ok Brit, I get it!”
Two loads of laundry and half a bottle of bleach later, Britain sidled up to me with a sparkle of anticipation in her eye.
“Mommy, when I’m big like you, can I use the plunger too?”
“Sure babe!”
My life is so glamorous in the eyes of my four-year-old. Recently, C asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. She said she wants to be a mommy.
“…so I can make pancakes all the time like mommy does.”
I love my job. I do! There are many days that I worry that my kids observe me grumbling about cheerios on the floor or complaining about polly-pockets that have migrated into my tupperware drawer. Truth be told, there are days I cant wait till 8:00 and the sweet silence that comes with bedtime. But then I usually stand over their sleeping bodies and cant wait for them to wake up and to spend another day together.
Im so glad that Britain envies my life and knows I love being a mom. Someday perhaps, she too will take her place as Princess of Plungers and Pancakes.
Lady in Waiting…Brit potty-training a few years back. The Princess on her porcelain throne
Monday, October 6, 2008
Its been a rough week on this side of eternity. Two of Evie’s little heart sisters, Isabella and Gracie have gone home to be with the Lord. I have cried many tears.
I remember a conversation C and I had the day after Evie’s diagnosis sitting by her bedside, listening to the beeping of monitors, awaiting surgery. Her prognosis was not good. We were told repeatedly that she was a very sick baby and very unstable. I remember talking about a funeral.
A funeral for our baby.
Its a conversation that parents should never have to have.
So I have wept this week…for the siblings now without a baby sister.
…for the grandparents who have lost a grandchild and cant bear to see their own children sustaining such a loss.
…and for the parents of these precious little ones – forever changed!
I grieve.
I ask why.
I hold Evie a little tighter.
But this I know…Heaven is a little closer today. Eternity is a reality as we have prayed for Gods will in these precious lives. The Lord has seen fit to usher them home. We know there are no more tears, or pain, or heartache. We resound…”well done, good and faithful servants.”
God is glorified in these lives well lived.
Missions accomplished.
Heaven is a bit sweeter today.
Evie’s favorite positions to sleep in these days…cute little tush up in the air…snuggled in her very favorite blankie – thanks Auntie Jo!!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Tea is a fine art. You simply cannot begin developing grace, manners and etiquette too early. So we set out to culture Evie…
My mother treated us and my sisters to tea at the Ritz Carlton in celebration of my sister Josie and I who share a birthday. Josie and I are 14 years apart…the same age difference lies between her and Evie which is very sweet!
Tea at the Ritz is absolutely decadent!
Elaborate floral sprays,
Elegant piano music,
Ornate pastries and delicate tea sandwiches which
are as pleasing to the eye as to the palate.
The tinkling of crystal,
Extensive choices in tea flavors
Quite an experience!
Evie was the belle of the ball, contentedly teething on a tiny silver sugar spoon while we enjoyed our afternoon. She grew so fond of it that Mother spoke to our server and asked to purchase it as a keepsake from her first tea party….a precious gesture! So the little princess now has spoon with “The Ritz Carlton” embossed on it. Dont think for a minute that she’s going to eat her rice cereal with it……..its going in a shadow box as a memento!
Born with a silver spoon in her mouth? No, but we’re making up for lost time. You cant really spoil a baby – right?
