Sunday, May 17, 2015

Mother's Day Recap

This is what Michael gave me for Mother's Day.  For a teenage boy, who doesn't always know how to express his emotions--he did so especially well!


Willow also gave me a wonderful gift, a wonderful essay on how I was a Super Mom.  ;-)

Ice cream for breakfast, Chewy's wonderful Hallah French Toast!

Then, Japanese Steakhouse for dinner!

It was relaxing and very much appreciated!

(Next time Laser Tag, though!)



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Saturday, May 09, 2015

Time Traveling

Tonight we watched the Spongebob Movie (the original).  It was Willow's first time watching.

We haven't watched this movie in years.  In fact, it has been years since we have watched a Spongebob episode.  Until recently.  For some reason, Willow has become interested in it.  And she has the best archive to watch it from....Michael LOVED Spongebob.  He watched every episode he could when he was younger.  He has almost every DVD.  

So, here we are, 11 years later...all watching a movie that most of us have seen multiple times.  And it is wonderful.  And nostalgic.  We remember the time we went took five year old Michael to see it.  We remember the soundtrack being played through out the next year (its actually a great soundtrack).  

Back there in time...and there was our young man there remembering with us, explaining his perspectives.  And then we are brought back to the present...with Willow's peels of laughter.  

I was getting kinda tired of the Spongebob marathons lately....but now....oh, heck...I don't mind.  They are only young once...

Thanks, Spongebob!

Saturday, April 25, 2015

On your Birthday...Seven years

Aside: Right now you and your brother are playing an old x-box Spongebob game--being silly and cute and I could not have any more clearer reason why I so wanted/needed you in our lives--the sibling that you are being right now...what you bring out in your brother that is especially needed in him...I cannot express how much I love that.

Yesterday you turned Seven Years Old.  I took the day off and you and I had a mother/daughter day.  It was wonderful to spend time with you and listen to your ideas and thoughts on the world you know.  We went out for breakfast with your brother, you got a mani/pedi, we went and bought you clothes at the mall, we went shopping and hung out.  We finished the day up by picking up daddy and going to see the new Cinderella movie.

Today was your birthday party.  We went to a jumping/bouncing gym.  We had pizza, snacks and Cake.

Within the past 48 hours, you have asked me about adoption, death, American Girl dolls and their comparative ages.  You have read and re-read cards and books and laughed and giggled.  You have bounced and eaten enough sugar to continue bouncing.  You have played with friends large and small at the party, then went to the playground, then came home and played with the neighbor kids...and now you are playing a video game long after you should be to bed.


You have also shown your wonderful, selfless side to me.  Last night, we picked up your cake...and one of the cats squished parts of it.  As I was ready to panic, ready to take it back to the bakery to get fixed...you calmly said that you did not really care about the cake anyway--that the party the next day was more about playing with your friends and that was all that mattered.  It was a very mature and wise thing to say.  And I was all the more happy to bring this cake to the party.

No cats were harmed, although I was thinking about it....Luckily, there was a centerpiece that covered up the worst parts.


Willow, you show this side more often than not.  You are such a kind and generous soul.  You love and are loved.  You are dramatic, you are silly, you are anxious and you are wonderful. I love hugging the stuffing out of you.  The amount of growth I have seen in you amazes me and I am so proud of the little girl you are becoming, so grateful to have you in our lives.













Sunday, April 19, 2015

Achievements

Michael went to a birthday party this weekend.  With other kids his age.  Dare I say, friends.  This is huge.  After almost two years of suck...it is great to see him making friends again!



Willow is reading and writing and has been singing songs from Annie.  She also has ambitions, which she shared with her teacher..



Proud of my kiddos!


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Friday, April 17, 2015

Six Years - In Pictures


A week from today, she will be Seven Years old!

Good Morning, sleepy head--one more week of six years old!
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Her sixth birthday - celebration at school.

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Friday, April 10, 2015

Typical Scene

Uncle John and the kids.  (just before Willow spills food on the new carpet)





During the week, Uncle John comes over after work and we all relax after a hard day...this is the scene at home--while I am still at work.  Chewie is taking the photo, while he sits at his computer...his typical scene.  Michael has staked out the love seat as his domain.  Willow is eating ice cream because dad picked her up early and she was had a hard day (dad is a softie, and I bet she would have gotten ice cream even if she hadn't had a hard day).  

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Things are doing better here.  I do not tempt fate by saying that we have slipped into "normal" mode...but things are stable, crisis's are averted (or at least postponed).  Now, all we need is Spring to decide to actually get here...which, the weather for this weekend sounds like it may be actually arriving...

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Monday, March 30, 2015

Microblog Monday - Glimpse of Life

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Sometimes I don't have time to write it down, sometimes it is too delicate to write about.  Sometimes I realize that my blog sits here and some of the more tough and touching moments are lost.

Here is a glimpse of life from yesterday in bullets:

  • We went to a high school musical. It was not my son's high school.  (It will never be my son's high school)  We enjoyed the Music Man, I had that feeling of nostalgia and bittersweet.  I also was callus in my appraisal of the singers and sets, more than I thought I would be.  (Is this because I have gotten so old, or is it because I have been spoiled by so many professional theater productions?)  We had fun, but I felt a bitter taste in my mouth, as I remembered the productions in my high school (much better--is that reality or memory?)  and the remembrances of times past (going to my first high school musical with my Grammie--Carousel)

  • Everyone goes off on their own when we get home.  The teenager upstairs in  his room.  The nearly seven year old plays with her toys.  I listen to the house (still lost in thoughts of the past and present)

  • We have people over.  Technical issues with Skype/Google.  (we still try to cling to our Michigan connections...our friends we wish were closer)

  • The Teenager has an issue with his computer notebook.  He gets frustrated.  He gets belligerent.  He cannot cope with his frustrations.  He is a teenager.  He has aspergers.  It proves to be an explosive combination tonight.  (Will he ever be able to deal with these frustrations appropriately? What can I do?  Why can't he be normal? The guilt over that last question haunts me.)  The explosion spills over to our company--we decide to reschedule our game.  (Things will be better--he will learn how to cope--I need to feel this and know that this is true--and I know logically it will be.  It will be.)

  • Meanwhile, the seven year old has been obliviously watching The Book of Life.  She comes up to me and says that she will always remember me in her heart...even after I die.  (Really?  More mortality and bittersweet for the end of the day?) (So cute and profound...and so fleeting is my six, almost seven year old)

  • Bedtime and all are asleep.  Except the anxious teenager, not upset anymore, just anxiety-ridden, restless.  He lays in our bed, I lay next to him and hug him.  


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