Things Kids Say

So here is a wonderfully humourous story for you (not so funny for me at the time) - we went swimming on Rebekah's 3rd birthday at the Hanover indoor pool. Afterwards I had to relieve myself and of course had to bring R in with me to the stall for who knows where she would end up otherwise (she really isn't as bad as we make her out to be!) ;) Anyways, there I am pulling down my pants when Rebekah yells and I mean YELLS (and the change room was FULL) "Mommy, you have such a BIG VAGINA!!!!"

I slunk out of there...feeling as though every gaze was upon me...

The follow-up: during advance polls a lady I know well came in to set up the advance voting station at the store where I work on Saturday mornings. She sauntered in and with a very mischievous twinkle in her eye faced me and shrieked, "SO I HEAR YOU HAVE A BIG VAGINA!!!"

It was then that she noticed four other people were in the store, staring at her, mouths agape, and then allowing eyes to wander from her blushing cheeks to me...of course the story (that had made its way to her) had to be told to all of them.

Dartboards, Dirty Undies & Charred Lunches

Our living room has become a "piano bar" - or perhaps a better description would be "the legion"...

Thinking I was safe to begin the above blog - one child snuggling up to the upright organ (a garage sale gift to us) and pressing the auto song buttons while the other fervently, with great concentration, chucked magnetic darts at a bulls-eye (borrowed from the "Funtime Bus" - a toy library on wheels), I began to compose...

Snapped a photo to add and then proceeded to insert the card into the wrong computer slot - while hopelessly searching, began to smell charred odour of forgotten grilled cheese still on element. And then: "Mommy...MOMMY! I have to stinky..." which always implies a puddle and other such mess have already formed around teeny toes.

I expect change in others - my endless lack of acceptance that someone (my husband, our church, etc.) can't seem to flawlessly hurdle themselves into new-ness - and yet here I am 4 1/2 years into motherhood and still unable to grasp the basic concept that life is just not the same...I cannot begin, complete, or even attempt to accomplish all that I previously could. Why, oh why, can I not deposit that trivial reality into my skull?

Ah, we were blessed by friends and family with the gift of a child-free weekend of sun, canoeing, and reading (adult) books while lounging beside the lake, which appears to have sown philosophical musings...Shake head, gaze about, and pounce back into reality - which isn't such a bad place to be, after all! Now, excuse me while I mop the legion's floor...