I hope my child looks back on today, and remembers a Mum who had time to play
There will be years for cleaning and cooking, but children grow up when we are not looking
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, cause babies grow fast, much to our sorrow
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I'm cuddling my baby, and babies don't keep
(Song for a Fifth Child)

Thursday, November 29, 2012

29 Days of Thankful, 1 Day of Miracles

November 1st arrived and my Facebook exploded with a daily list of thanks.  Maybe I just have awesome friends but I appreciate the sincerity; some were funny, some were heartwarming, but all meant what they said and all were positive.

We are doing 30 Days of Thankful in our own quiet way here. Every morning over a spread of cheerios and cafecito, I ask June Bug what's he's thankful for and everyday he says "elefantes".  I did get a few "baby Lady Bugs" and once, just once I got "mama". I'll take it, 1/30 days is good enough for me--assuming tomorrow we're still thankful for elefantes and only elefantes.

This year more than ever, I have a lot to be thankful for and I could easily have filled 300 days just being grateful for the many ways my family and friends complete my life. But I took 29 days of November and made sure to write them down. Why 29?  Because there was 1 day that I dedicated my thanks to one single thing. A day where I was so thankful I actually cried with joy.
A day where this happened:

The toddler nap.    This day was dedicated to giving thanks for sleep.
I haven't seen this in at least 8 weeks, maybe even 12 weeks. I was so stunned I risked waking him up so I could document it. Stupid, I know. But Daddy Bug wouldn't have believed it otherwise. As a result I had one happy, fun and AGREEABLE toddler for the rest of the day; a day where terrible two's was a myth.
It was beautiful.

Monday, November 12, 2012


From 70 to 28....degrees; a small piece of the California girl in me curled up and died this morning. June Bug is somewhat confused by this need to put on multiple layers before departing and frequently reminds me "it's soooooo cold, mama."

What we wear when we leave the house:

It's change and we'll adapt, but I do feel some sympathy for my little bugs (more so June Bug) as they make this major weather adjustment...

Well, I did. Until approximately 1pm on Monday where a quiet nap hour was shattered by a wailing June Bug:   MAAAAAMA!! I soooooooo COOOOOLD!!

What I see when I open his door:  A naked June Bug. Yep, stripped down to nothing but socks.  Oh little dude, it's gonna be a long cold winter if you don't learn to keep your damn clothes on.