I might talk about shoes more than I talk about my kids. Just so they don't come asking me all kinds of questions one day... I should probably say something. I mean, I'd totally give up shoes and Diet Coke for these three.
Meet my little dancing queen and the other mother in our home, my littler drama queen with a better fashion sense than many of my adult friends, and my tiny, (large headed because his brain is hugemongous) brilliant, soon-to-be world renowned, artist.
Living in Utah has its perks. Sundance is one of them. It's one of our spots. It smells like heaven up there year round. The skiing is easy for kids. The hiking is amazing. I can't even tell you how beautiful the miles of aspens are. The way their leaves tinkle when the wind blows. It's one of my favorite sounds of this place I have not always loved. The more I wanted to get out of this state, the harder it seemed to hold on to me. I mean, there is really no better place on earth if you're diagnosed with some rare form of Cancer. I got lucky and had amazing care. And, thankfully I got to stay with this three amazing little people in this place I finally really love.
This one though... he's a problem.
He eats everything. You know, things like crayons, mechanical pencils, blocks, chair legs, chaptsick, flip flops, toilet paper, baby wipes, grass, and chalk. He'd move in to the garbage can or composter if I let him. We should have named him Pigpen. I hate that I have to carry a lint remover with me all the time. And, I'm getting a little tired of his evening liaisons in the playroom with the giant stuffed tiger. He's a horndog. Yes, the little snip-snip didn't solve the humping problem. Lucky he has the cutest dog face ever and he knows how to use it.
These little ones, even the teeny one, are kind of awesome. We're heading in to the years that they won't always think I'm awesome. Some days I get the "worst mom ever" label. Now it's over things like homework and beets and brushing teeth. Soon enough it will be about boys and texting and curfews and cars. I'll take it all. I think it means I must be doing my job.
Meet my little dancing queen and the other mother in our home, my littler drama queen with a better fashion sense than many of my adult friends, and my tiny, (large headed because his brain is hugemongous) brilliant, soon-to-be world renowned, artist.
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| sundance, ut : late summer : 2010 |
This one though... he's a problem.
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| fenway : 6 months |
These little ones, even the teeny one, are kind of awesome. We're heading in to the years that they won't always think I'm awesome. Some days I get the "worst mom ever" label. Now it's over things like homework and beets and brushing teeth. Soon enough it will be about boys and texting and curfews and cars. I'll take it all. I think it means I must be doing my job.
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