Morning Fashion Advice

The Scene: Saturday Morning (Today) 7:30 AM.  I had just finished my workout and sat down on the couch to check email and twitter.

Monkey comes stumbling out of his room with that sleepy tousled hair and rosy cheeks that comes from the deep, deep sleep of a contented child.

He crawls up on the couch next to me, lays his warm cheek on my arm, looks up at me from under those lush, dark lashes and says:

“Mommy, when are you going to get dressed?”

I say

” I have clothes on, Monkey”

Monkey, plucking at my shirt sleeve

“But, But Mommy, I want you to look pwetty”

Me with raised eyebrows

“I don’t look pretty now?”

Monkey with a wrinkled nose

“No ma’am”

*sigh*

It’s a damn good thing he’s cute

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An Icy Picture That Melts Hearts

first sleet

There are moments in life that you hope you are still enough to notice.

Moments that can pass you by in the blink of an eye, moments that if you are too busy looking towards tomorrow… you’ll miss.

This is one of those moments.

We were so busy cleaning out our garage, readying for our garage sale… not really paying attention to the rare occasion that was happening around us.

Sleet.

Frozen rain.

South Texas.

Frozen Rain in South Texas.

We dismissed it completely as a mild annoyance until Monkey stood on our doorstep in full regalia and said:  “Daddy, pick me up and hold me up so that I can see the ice”

We stopped dead in our tracks and realized.

He is 3 years old and he’s never seen ice fall from the sky before.

I ran for the camera and my husband.. he gathered Monkey into his arms and into the ice they danced.

My two men.

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Fwee

Three years.
It’s but a mere blink in time and yet it seems like an eternity.
When weren’t you here?
From the moment I knew you, before even a test could say that you were real.. I knew you and I loved you.
How can you love another as much as the first? This question haunted me and then before I could even put words to the feelings, you were here.
Beaten, bloody, bruised and swollen. A mere moment on my chest, a hello… a brief glimpse of bruises and swelling… a few quick pictures by your Daddy and then rushed off to have the fluid removed from your lungs, your breathing and vital signs monitored. I felt as though a part of me was missing…. 2 hours later, in the special nursery.. I  held you and our hearts beat again as one, finally.

Monkey, 2 hours old

Sept 20th, 2006 at 12:26 PM 19 1/2″ long   7 lbs (after fluid 6 lbs)

With family looking on and smiling and snapping pictures… we were reunited.

My darling boy, you certainly know how to make an entrance.. whether it’s into the world, the room or headfirst into a bbq pit… you always leave a mark.

The joy you bring to our lives is immeasurable.. I can’t believe that I once questioned whether I would be able to love you as much as your sister… Silly Mommy.  Why didn’t I realize that love has no end and no limits?  Nothing changed, my heart shifted, stretched, expanded, swelled (much like the Grinch’s) and you nestled right in as though you’d always been there, perhaps… you had.  The moment you were born, I was filled with a sense of completion.. NOW all was right.  NOW our family was complete.. You were the part of the puzzle that we were waiting on, without even realizing it.

You scare the living daylights out of me.

You make me laugh until I cry.

You steal the breath from my body with your compassion.

You make me shake my fists at the sky with your stubbornness

Monkey.  I love you.  I am proud of you.

I am honored to be your Mom.

I hope that ‘fwee’ is an amazing year for you.

Monkey in Pink

I love you so much.  Thank you for driving me crazy, bringing me joy, making me laugh and teaching me so much about myself.

Love,

Momma

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Come Rain or Come Shine

Going To School

Monkey is ready.

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When The Sister Is Away

The Monkey Will Play


Monkey in a pink wig

He has to do something while she’s away at kindergarten every day, doesn’t he?

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