What A Mess

Why is it that my darling 16th month old (as of today!, she is getting so big) has decided the way to show me she is done eating is by throwing any food left onto the floor?

Why is it that she thinks it's fun to unfold all the laundry as soon as I turn my back?

Why is it that as she is doing these things she looks so darn cute!

Cancer sucks

As some of you know, my mother has breast cancer...again.
I am at a loss as to how one reacts to the fact that you mother will die of cancer. Yes, I am not the only one who has had to deal with this realization. I know this. For now though, I feel like I am.
My husband is supportive, my friends (the very few that know) ask how she is and all the wonderful things great friends do. At the end of the day, when the kids are in bed and my husband is yet again in Norfolk, I am sitting here realizing that the woman who raised me and loved me...will not die of old age. She will not see her grandkids graduate from high school, she may not even see her youngest daughter graduate from college.
My mother and I have a...cautious relationship. We have hardly ever seen eye to eye, we move through our lives very differently and struggle to respect the others point of view. We are so alike yet so very different. Sometime I think that, yet juvenile, that there is still a part of me that wants to do the exact opposite of what she wants. Silly right?
As we have just in the last few years gotten to a point where we can exist within the same walls for more than 2 hours, I find it infuriating that we may not have time to move past all our crap and really be okay with each other. I am angry that my kids will miss out on their grandma like I missed out on both of mine.
It really all boils down to two words...Cancer Sucks!

My Poor Baby

It's Monday! Well it's almost Tuesday really. This weekend flew by. Pete got home Friday night, yeah, then Saturday went by...not sure what happened that day other than recovering from Fall Festival the previous night.
I am the PTO president for my daughters school. Yes! I know, I am nuts! As this is the only school we have expierenced to this date I have no basis of comparison, but I dont get how little parents want to be involved in their childs education. Anyhow, Fall Festival was Friday night and we have been getting ready for quite some time. I learned some lessons from last years events, so things did go smoother this year. THANK GOODNESS! I still did find at the end of the event that I had only been able to spend the last half hour taking my daughter around to the booths. She was not worried about it. She got her pizza and cocoa and did the cake walk (no cake for us, thank goodness) lolly pop pull, banana toss....you name it we did it. At the end of the night we closed up told everyone thank you and came home. Delaney was of course hopped up on sugar from her cocoa and I was ready to pass out. It's that feeling of running for miles and then just stopping in your tracks. Even when I dropped onto the couch; after getting jammies on the kids, brushing teeth, bedtime stories, switching the laundry and cleaning up dishes from dinner; I felt like I was still moving. Well all in all it seemed that everyone had a pretty good time.
So, Friday is gone, Saturday was all about playing on the floor with kiddos and sleeping when Aisling took her nap. Sunday we got up to go to church and Delaney had almost no voice and Pete had an upset stomach. Soooo, I played nursemaid instead. Why is it when mend dont feel good they fall on their faces? There is no middle ground. They are either fine or they have one food in the grave. I have my own suspicions on how "sick" he really was...I think the fact that I had been nagging him to mow the lawn had something to do with it. He will deny it until he actually has both feet in the grave.
Sunday has gone and most of Monday. I took both the girls to the doctor, Aisling had a well baby and then Delaney for her fever she got over Sunday night and the sore throat that kept her up for most of the same night. We managed that, Delaney has a virus of some kind and Aisling is ALMOST on the growth chart. HOORAY! She gained 6 oz. in three weeks, a personal best for her. We hit the dreaded Wal-Mart for more tylanol and some popsicles and spent the rest of the day at home trying to heal up.
Sadly, my poor baby is still not feeling herself. So instead of us all in our beds, I am on the couch next to a snoring Delaney praying that I can talk someone into bringing me some coffee in the morning (this is not going to be a tea day).
So to all the moms out in the world tonight, up with sick kiddos; I am right there with ya! Not much consolation...I know. She really is a great kid. I hate seeing her sick.