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?
Miss Ava had her birthday party today. Swimming, cake, ice cream, and gift opening. In the midst of all that goodness there was plenty of giggling, and squeals of delight to be had by all the little girls. And let's not forget the ever coveted treat bags - the ones that I spent hours making and putting together, and if I do say so myself turned out to be as cute as ever. No, I am not above bragging over my treat bag making skills. And of course, I forgot to take a picture of them.
ANYway.... It was a good day; a very good day.
I know, weird picture, but I was trying to zoom in on those treat bags I made that are in the background. Did I mention how cute they turned out to be?
Anyway, I didn't really sweat the fact that he was not interested in this thing we call actual food, being that he was only 4 months, and he really didn't need anything other than formula until he was 6 months old. So I packed away all the peas, sweet potatoes, apple sauce, rice cereal and the like and left this whole trying out solids thing alone.
That is until today, when I realized holy-crap-my-baby-is-about-to-turn-6-months-old-and-I-need-to-try-and-start-solids-now. Crap.
Memories of last my attempts to do so a few months ago came flooding back. The screaming, the arm flailing, the hitting of the spoon with said arm and flinging peas all over the kitchen walls - all of it. But I decided to push this whole experience to the back of my mind, and stay positive about this go around.
I put a big old smile on my face as I strapped him into his highchair, and oohed and aaahed over the ever so delicious rice cereal I was stirring up in the bowl in front of him. He seemed happy as I put the bib on him, but that ended quite abruptly once I placed a spoonful of that rice cereal in his little mouth. And do I ever mean abruptly. His sweet smiley face went from happy and content to not so happy, and not so content. It was if he was saying "what the hell are you trying to feed me lady?"
After I calmed him down from the traumatic experience of tasting rice cereal, I decided I would give sweet potatoes a shot. 'Cause who wouldn't like sweet potatoes?
My Nathan, that's who.
I have honestly never seen him this angry before. Frankly, he was beyond angry. He was pissed.
After a few minutes of trying to make him happy and convince him that sweet potatoes were very yummy, I gave up. I am sure you can imagine how well that went over - attempting to convince a 6 month old baby that the food you are spooning in his mouth really is good? Yah, right.
So I cleaned him up and gave him his ever coveted bottle of formula. And what do you know? He wasn't angry anymore, actually he was quite the opposite, he was as happy as ever.
What he doesn't realize is that at some point he is going to have to give in to this whole eating solid foods thing. And I am hoping this realization comes to him sooner, rather than later.
Little stinker.
