A lot of good to report as of late but it's hard to write about such things when I think about the families in CT. I just can't wrap my brain around it all - beyond heartbreaking.
So. D was in the Christmas Cantata last week and rocked as a cow. I missed his dramatic debut, as I was behind the screen assisting Angel Gabriel, Mary and Joseph, and the donkey. Had to be done. But Daddy and Gogo saw him so it's all good.
I think the kids did a great job but apparently were on a high after their performance. Once we got back to our classroom, things fell apart. It was like someone had misted the room with pure sugar and they all sniffed at once. They were dancing, arm wrestling and singing. Insanity. Next thing I know, the Director is coming in. Busted, including me. She gave a wonderful talk about the importance of Christmas and the story of the Cantata. Then she turned to me and through what I believe to be gritted teeth, told me Good Job on the performance. I tried to tell them I was an unsuitable candidate for this teaching position…
Speaking of Church...yesterday at Mass, Nora heard the bells ring during Consecration. She pipes up loud enough for everyone within a fairly decent range to hear, "When the Bell Rings, it's Time to go Home!" Nice. She also announced she had to poop during, so really all the way around, it was a holy experience.
She has been pretending she is a Cheetah a lot lately-she growls and hisses instead of speaking, which I guess is her interpretation of Cheetah-speak. It's cute but can be a tad embarrassing. This weekend we celebrated my nephew's first bday and when greeting extended family, she did it in Cheetah-ese, complete with ferocious face. Good times, always.
D has been sick but was well enough to play yesterday. He visited a friend in the neighborhood and his mother tells me when D arrived, he took notice of their beautiful Christmas tree. He says "Wow. Is that an 8 footer?" Nodding, he says "We have a 6-7 footer." Killin' me, Smalls. Such a little man already.
GoGo delivered this note to me last night as I washed up dishes and cleaned the kitchen from dinner. Love her.
Of course, she also made me a card the other day that implored me to "Sit Next to Me, Poop." So, there you go.
So. D was in the Christmas Cantata last week and rocked as a cow. I missed his dramatic debut, as I was behind the screen assisting Angel Gabriel, Mary and Joseph, and the donkey. Had to be done. But Daddy and Gogo saw him so it's all good.
I think the kids did a great job but apparently were on a high after their performance. Once we got back to our classroom, things fell apart. It was like someone had misted the room with pure sugar and they all sniffed at once. They were dancing, arm wrestling and singing. Insanity. Next thing I know, the Director is coming in. Busted, including me. She gave a wonderful talk about the importance of Christmas and the story of the Cantata. Then she turned to me and through what I believe to be gritted teeth, told me Good Job on the performance. I tried to tell them I was an unsuitable candidate for this teaching position…
Speaking of Church...yesterday at Mass, Nora heard the bells ring during Consecration. She pipes up loud enough for everyone within a fairly decent range to hear, "When the Bell Rings, it's Time to go Home!" Nice. She also announced she had to poop during, so really all the way around, it was a holy experience.
She has been pretending she is a Cheetah a lot lately-she growls and hisses instead of speaking, which I guess is her interpretation of Cheetah-speak. It's cute but can be a tad embarrassing. This weekend we celebrated my nephew's first bday and when greeting extended family, she did it in Cheetah-ese, complete with ferocious face. Good times, always.
D has been sick but was well enough to play yesterday. He visited a friend in the neighborhood and his mother tells me when D arrived, he took notice of their beautiful Christmas tree. He says "Wow. Is that an 8 footer?" Nodding, he says "We have a 6-7 footer." Killin' me, Smalls. Such a little man already.
GoGo delivered this note to me last night as I washed up dishes and cleaned the kitchen from dinner. Love her.
Of course, she also made me a card the other day that implored me to "Sit Next to Me, Poop." So, there you go.
These little people are my entire world. I cannot imagine my life without them in it. Today Squeezalicious and I are surprising D and Gogo at lunch. I don't normally visit on days I have my youngest home from school but I feel like having them all together today.
I just want to walk in their school and see them there, safe. Together.
Yesterday was my mother's birthday, she should have been turning 64. I know my sister and I were her entire world, too. She would have sacrificed anything to keep us safe and together.
That's what parents do, the world over. We work tirelessly to keep these little lights shining.
All we can do at the end of the day, is to live so that our kids know we love and cherish them.
And I surely do.
