I wish a magical moving fairy would come to my rescue.
I wish I didn't feel like I'm in packing hell.
I wish I could find a hue of blue that didn't look like
a robin threw up all over my walls.
I wish my baby didn't have to go to preschool so soon.
I wish I dealt with stress better.
I wish work wasn't so hectic right now.
I wish I didn't have to be at work right now, period.
I wish my husband wasn't working so much all the time
either.
I wish the table was square.
I wish my dog didn't cost me an arm and a leg during the
holidays.
I wish my margarita maker was plugged in. I could really
use a drink right now.
I wish this 5-day-migraine-a-thon would go away.
I wish things were different.
I wish I could sleep soundly.
I wish there was less crying on Christmas and more
laughter.
Next year.
I wish I had got my normal coffee this morning.
I wish my baby boy felt better.
I wish Matthew wasn't dying.
I wish we had answers.
I wish he would just get better.
I'll keep wishing until we have a reason not to.
I wish I understood why.
12.28.2010
12.11.2010
Better late than never ...
A little sneak to what will be on their way soon. Better late than never right?!
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12.09.2010
Got Shutterfly?
'Twas 15 days before Christmas
And all through the house
This mom was a wreck
Getting everything sent out
Up against the clock
She had her own elf up her sleeve
Its Shutterfly baby,
To the rescue for me
The photo cards are completed
Loaded up in a pinch
With so many to choose from
It was effortless, a cinch!
We have Nini's and Nana's
And Papa's galore
And they've all been taken care of
At Shutterfly's Christmas Gift store
So if you're in need
Of a Christmas calendar, or two
Its Shutterfly, baby
Nothing else simply won't do
.....
After some shameless self promotion (What?! I just bought a house, I'm poor!) I found out through some fellow blogger that Shutterfly is offering a chance for Bloggers to receive 50 free Christmas Cards so I figured what the heck. And all jokes aside, I've used them in the past and am a huge fan of their photo cards and birthday announcements(Like Sully's adorable 1st birthday invites, yup, Shutterfly) and photo books. I've used a lot of online picture places, and by far, theirs is the best quality.
Plus, they have some really cute designs to choose from. I've seriously spent hours there before.
These cards aren't of my kids. Heck, they aren't of Shaun and I either - but if you don't already know that you're probably not getting one of these cards (with my kid on it) anyways. Right Shutterfly? *wink wink*
Happy Holidays ya all.
12.01.2010
Smiling
Its nights like these, when I slip my hand under his pillow only to have it met by the cold metal of 3 matchbox cars that he has shoved under it before bed, that I have to smile.
And pinch myself.
Because those hidden treasures of a small boy who loves everything cars and trucks and trains and dirt and wrestling - are everything that I wanted that comes with a boy.
Little girls are great, I imagine - but there is just something undeniably magical about little boys. That glint of trouble that always lays right behind their eyes somewhere between frogs in their pockets and skinned knees with hands full of mud.
And today, when my habitual line stepper leaped in the air off the planters that he was asked to get down from for the 30th time in a row, I cringed a little as his ungraceful exit left his face kissing grass, where I asked him "Did you learn anything?!" ... to which my 19 month old son stood up, with cars still in hand, spit out grass and then yelled back -
"NO!", and did it again.
And I smiled.
And when I sneezed today and he turned his head my way and said "Bless Ju", ( I didn't even know he knew Bless You),
I smiled.
(Okay so thats not really trouble-maker material but it was too freakin' cute to not share.)
And when he screamed "HELP" like he was being murdered and I ran to see what predicament he was in this time, only to find him trying to scale the counter for a bag of cookies, I smiled.
And when I wiped the mud off his face before letting him eat the cookie, because he had been wrestling with three dogs in the dirt and had a hair full of leaves ...
Yeh, I smiled then too.
I don't know why I wanted a boy, or how I knew he was a boy before he was even a boy - mostly luck probably; but he's everything thats messy and mischievous, rambunctious and rowdy, hyper and hysterical - that I imagined, and hoped he would be.
And that, well ...
It makes me smile.
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