Have you seen this Mother's Day commercial before? I hadn't, and when I watched it last night it made me want to do two things. (Unfortunately for JC Penney's, neither thing was "run to JC Penney's to shop.) But one was to jump on a plane to Cali to hug my mom (or speed up the remaining 3-4 weeks until she makes her arrival in the woods for the summer), and the second thing was to make Vivian STOP GROWING. Because that part where the little girl's hand slips out of her mom's hand as she runs off to join her friends and leaves her poor mom there all alone on the sidewalk with no baby girl hand to hold? Oh, tears.
Friday, May 6, 2011
and we're back!
Finally, this morning, the clouds parted, the sun shined through, and I awoke to the birds chirpidy-chirping outside my bedroom window. (Though they do that all fuh-reaking night LONG, so that's nothing new, and it may require me to learn how to use a gun, apologies to PETA.) Best part? I could breathe out of my nose - both sides - and had time to get myself ready for the day before the babies woke at the very respectable wake up time of 7:30am. And they woke in fine form. The boy was still in his jammies and wasn't coughing up a lung, the girl didn't have boogers in her eyebrows, and that, ladies and gents, is how I knew it was going to be a very good day. And so far, it has been. I made Zumba, and reunited with my friends. The littles hit up the gym day care, where Mister had big hugs waiting his most favorite girl-pals Loothee and Tasseee (better known as Lucy and Cassidy, better known as the seriously adorable daughters of my good friend Katie, whose blog is as sweet as she is). We were all very, very happy to be back among the living. Here's hoping we can stay that way until next winter. Or the winter after! I think we've earned a two-year reprieve.