I just want you to know that for what it is worth, you have my permission to stop growing up now. I would really love for you stay my little coley bug forever and ever. Okay?
Mama loves - as you would say, "to the moon, sun, stars....and everything."
I'm here - I really am. Just busy with the day to day grind - and I must admit, I am having an incredibly hard time getting back into the swing of things after our vacation.
Vacations are always so hard for me. I look forward to them for months and months, daydreaming of sleeping in, sipping fun fruity drinks with umbrellas in them on the beach, shopping, relaxing, and pretty much not having a care in the world. Then once I actually get on vacation my brain goes into don't-make-this-ever-end mode, and I constantly find myself pouting because I only have 5, 4, 3.... days left before it is back to reality.
And let me tell you, getting back to reality this time around was as hard as ever. It's been a week since we have been home, and I am very slowly starting to feel myself come around. I think it has helped to tell myself that vacation is just that - vacation. An escape from the day to day fighting, crying, tantrums, homework, play dates, dance, hockey, and doctor appointments. All for a very, very for a short period of time. Everyone has to come back to the daily grind, whether you like it or not.
As much as I would like to keep droning on and on about how hard it is coming home, I need to go console Liv Grace - while I was attempting to type this Anthony decided to attack her with a light saber. Needless to say she is crying uncontrollable tears [which may or may not have something to do with the fact that she refused to take a nap today.]
Ahhh, returning from vacation is so much fun....
On my way to this little piece of heaven
to soak up some much needed sun, sleep in, be lazy, have some much needed down time with the Mr. and spend some time with good friends.
And I can't wait.
See you when I get back!
Pretty in pink bird t-shirt: $14.99
Fancy shmancy Nike kicks: on sale for $19.99
Letting my girl loose in her closet so she is able to show us her own sense of style?
[t-shirt, sweatshirt, tights, underwear on over said tights, no pants, and nike tennis shoes.]
Priceless.
Conversation in the car last night on the way home from Grandma and Papa's:
Anthony: "Mommy, how do people get dead."
Without giving me a chance to answer [which I admit, was just fine with me],
Lucas: "They just get old. Really, really old, and then they just die."
Ava: "Sometimes they have heart attacks too."
Anthony: "Can peoples stay alive all the way to 100?"
Lucas: "Ummm, no."
Ava: "Yes, they can. But only sometimes."
And then there was a lull in the conversation, which I knew meant the wheels were spinning in their little heads.
Lucas: "Hey Mom, if you were out in the middle of nowhere and a bear killed you, would you go up to heaven?"
Me: "What honey?" My stall tactic in order to come up with a suitable answer.
Lucas: "Would you go to heaven if a bear killed you and you were dead in the forest all alone, and no one found you?"
Seriously?
Me: "Yes, you would."
Thankfully, that was the end of this line of questioning for the night.
Good Lord, where do they come up with these things?
