Miss texty texterson

I took a nap Sunday afternoon, I had a busy and incredible weekend, but I was exhausted. I laid down and before I knew it Kid4 was tapping me between the eye brows (she likes to wake me up this way, I really DONT like it). I opened my eyes and felt irritated because WHO likes to be woken up this way and she said "Your cell phone needs to be charged and I can't plug it in"… and I sat up in silence…. How could she know my cell phone needed to be charged? WHY did she have my cell phone? How long did she have my cell phone? WHAT did she DO with my cell phone (because she IS a caller)… I tried to shake off my sleep and I said "what are you doing with my cell phone"? and she said as if I was absurd to ask; "I WAS texting Daddy."

This was the conversation I found on my phone-

Kid4- Dad

Mr. B.- yes

Kid4- I. CABOT. WATE. TO. SEE. YOU.

Mr. B. - I can't wait to see you again too love bird.

Kid4- IT. WILL. BE. SO. HARD. TO. GO. TO. SLEEP.

Mr. B.- I know what you mean. Maybe you should call me when you go to bed so I can kiss you over the phone

don't call me I'll call you...

Im writing this blog Thursday night at 8 o'clock and as I type my little girl is being put to bed for last time in a long time by her daddy. He has been gone for 2 weeks and came back for 4 days to say goodbye again, he had a few days off. While he was gone, my sweet little thing would NOT let anyone read to her, she said "THAT'S a Daddy job". So tonight as he put her to bed for the last time in a long time he talked to her about letting someone else read to her and she said she would let someone else and she also said the funniest thing-

Mr. B.- I'll be sure and call you EVERY night

Kid4- um. I think thats probably too much Daddy, how about just a few times a week?

She cracks me up!

my little wild thing...

let the wild rumpus begin!

Little kid4 is really enjoying her Daddy being home. She has mostly just enjoyed hanging out with him, writing him little notes and just enjoying being a daddies girl again. Her little feet hit the ground running when she hops off the bus in the afternoon and she bursts in the door to see her Daddy.

Mr. B. leaves tomorrow night, she will be really sad Friday, I just know it… I'm sad for her but proud that he is serving our country. It's kind of a tearing feeling… it's all part of being a military wife, but it doesn't make it any easier.

I'll blog more soon, I promise.

sisters, love and notes...

Sisters are so special. I absolutely adore a sister relationship. I thought my baby sister was a straight gift to me when I was little, I adored her- I seriously thought she was mine. I can still think back to her little toes and just see them in my mind. I still see her little fat feet after being shoved into her little pink Sunday shoes and how those little fat spots bulged out of those tiny shoes. I can still see her flaming red hair and her tiny gorgeous smile. Sometimes I close my eyes and think of her when she was tiny and I just cry because I wanted her to stay little forever… those kids- they grow.

My girls are NO exception! They mostly adore each other. They worship the ground my Big Girl walks on, we don't see her often but when we do, they are in heaven with her. My sweet sweet kid4 waits for Kid2 to get home from work so they can paint their toe nails, put make up on each and giggle while sipping hot chocolate. I love the way they love each other.

My Kid4 absolutely ADORES Weezy, she is sure that Weezy hung the moon and tells her daily how much she loves her. Weezy will be going back to the big city soon for school and my girls will miss her so much, I can't even imagine my house without her. Weezy is such a huge part of my heart. I found this note Kid4 left for her the other day and my heart melted- I love the way Kid4 loves others- it's perfect. I love it when people love each other and do kind things for each other. Isn't THAT what life is all about? If we spent all day doing things for only ourselves… what would we be but selfish empty skin and bones?

Love someone, tell them you love them, do something special for them. You'll feel good. TRUST ME!

satisfied

satisfaction |ˌsatisˈfak sh ən|

noun

fulfillment of one's wishes, expectations, or needs, or the pleasure derived from this : he smiled with satisfaction.

Kid4 felt completely satisfied Sunday afternoon when Daddy came home from being gone 2 weeks. He is only home for 4 days and he's off for a VERY LONG deployment, but she is glad to see him if even only for a second. Her face tells the story of satisfaction, trust, feeling complete. Her lips were pressed tightly closed, she was pressed against him as if to say "never let me go again, let me stay in this moment for as long as he will let me"… I love this picture, I love my girl and I love how she loves her Daddy!

the amnesty sink

*amnesty*

an official pardon for people who have been convicted of political offenses. An undertaking by the authorities (parents) to take no action against specific offenses and during a fixed period.

Wednesday night I realized that there were just 3 small plates in my cupboard and no matter how many times I did the dishes, they weren't multiplying… I was really sad about it.

I had an idea…

I said to my boys; "I seem to have no small plates, I am going to give you THIS night as an amnesty dish night, no consequences, I will wash them, just give them back, no questions asked.

I woke up to this-

Does this seem a little ridiculous to YOU TOO? I mean WOW… can I just say THEY ARE NOT EVEN SUPPOSE TO EAT DOWNSTAIRS!!!!! WHY ARE BIG KIDS SUCH A PAIN ???

Im not even going to consider amnesty laundry night… I might get buried alive!

:(

notes

I love the notes Kid4 writes.

Before we left the other day she gave us a list.

Hair.

then base.

then home and clean.

and Kid3 clean.

me clean.

and then Daddy's go away party.

perfect.

Little minds are really quite BIG!

I love her

the horror continued...

She killed that little matchbox with a more than likely bad transmission over and over and over as she eeked out into the busy road ahead…

Again, I felt like I should probably give her some confidence, I mean after all isn’t that MY JOB? So, in my most terrified and again high-pitched voice I shout out “D-d-d-DEAR GOD, pah-pah-lease m-m-m-ake it stop”…. And I seriously did not mean to say that. (I wish I were kidding) I really wanted to give her words of wisdom, like calmly saying “you're doing good, just a little more gas and a little less clutch”… but instead I was in full freak out mode now. (Have I told you that I laugh hysterically when I’m nervous?) When I realized I was shouting out things I didn’t mean to say I tried to fix it by calmly saying “honey, everyone struggles when they learn to drive a stick”…. But instead I squeaked out “y-y-y-y-YOUR doing g-g-g-great…. P-p-p-p lease don’t kill us”…. And I was shocked… so there I am laughing hysterically and tears start pouring down my cheeks because I am literally scared to death. I can’t stop shouting, she is shouting and laughing at ME… because as you know I am “such a hoot when I’m nervous”…. I covered my face because at this point I was too scared to even get out of the car, you know since we were hanging out in the intersection and all.

THEN, SHE PUT IT IN REVERSE and hit the gas and I was sobbing… because I don’t think she even looked behind her. It was ONLY by the grace of God that there was no one behind us. I grasped my purse and seatbelt and sat there begging God, or Scotty, to Beam us up, Id take anywhere but here at this point.

Finally, she got that car to move and we sailed toward the other lane. And well…. she looked at me with pride as she sailed off almost into the curb… because apparently her hands and head are controlled by the SAME THING…. I shouted “OH PLEASE …. P-p-p-p-LEASE….. I-I- I-I-I th-th-think you need to watch a little c-c-c-c-closer!

We got there. I cried. I lived. I haven't been in the car with her since.

driving nightmares!

Recently I had a life changing experience… my 16 year old daughter driving. It’s not that she’s a bad driver, but it’s also not that she’s a good driver. She has a stick shift and those are really hard to drive.

I wish the following was a fictional story, but sadly it’s all fact.

She had to go to work and I thought it would be a great idea to let her drive her own car…. (have I mentioned to you that I’m not all that smart?)

I backed out… because it’s hard to back out of a driveway… right? After I backed out and got “too close” (at least 5 feet) to Kid1’s car she tried to get it to move without rolling… but as we moved dangerously close to Kid1’s beloved Honda she was screaming and I was still relatively calm. She got out, I got out, moved her car to a better spot… Anyway…. We got going after a few tries and sailed straight through the first stop sign, which should have been my first clue. When leaving our neighborhood you have to turn out into traffic… and as she rolled, and the car sputtered and died over and over all as we're rolling into the street, I started to feel a REAL panic coming on.

I could not even help myself; I was starting to completely freak out. At this point, I thought that she probably needed some reassurance, so in my high-pitched-dog-whistle-pure- panic-voice I shout and I DO MEAN shout… “w-w-w-well….. your d-d-d-d-doing gah-gah-gah REAT honey” (did I also tell you I have a REALLY bad stammer when I’m DYING of fear?) She laughed because as you know “I’m so funny” when in fear for my life… as other cars whizzed by I just covered my eyes.

She finally made it, she got out on the relatively big road with her stick shift and I was paralyzed in horror when I realized the next turn is a MAJOR intersection with only a stop sign… I mean it’s all judgment and gas here ... and she, as a new driver, has a little less good judgment and little more of “meh…. I’ll probably make it” attitude… (I need to interject here that she drives a HONDA CRX- VERY small car). As we glide into the stop at the VERY busy road ahead, I honestly thought I would throw up. I kept telling myself that we would probably be okay ….

to be continued….