life distracts

No apologies, just acknowledging that living life day to day sometimes will distract.

Doctors’ appointments and wondering what pediatrician’s office doesn’t have these germ encrusted toys that our kids always want to play with? Sorry, some things micro preemie moms just never let go even when their extremely premature baby is now a teenager.

Road trips…for more doctors’ office visits.

Exhausting they are…completely.

Back to school adventures begin and we pause wondering how in the world can she be in SECOND GRADE??!!

And how can she possibly be hundreds of miles from home starting college which includes a class studying Orange Is The New Black? She better ace that class. I mean it.

Then there’s work…

and laundry…yes, still…

Life distracts from taking the time to sit down and write about life and I offer no apology because life distracts…and because I have several loads of laundry waiting to be folded.

One would imagine that with only 2 of my 5 children remaining here under The Big Top that there would be so much less to juggle. One would be wrong.

Give me a sec to adjust this juggling act.

sisters

Having a sister is like having a best friend you can’t get rid of. You know whatever you do, they’ll still be there. ~Amy Li

Sisters are there to cheer you on.

To frolic with you.

To be silly with you…

especially at 6:53 AM!

Your sister is there to help you when you can’t button those buttons.

And to bring out your very best features.

Because you have to look good when you are standing next to her.

Seriously.

You can always count on your sister to offer a word of encouragement.

To stand next to you always.

And to get shit done.

No matter where life may take you.

Thank goodness she’s there for you.

Always.

Forever.

celebrating the one stuck in the middle

Because ever since she was a small child, she has reminded us of the fact that she is the forgotten middle child arguing with proof…a grandparent who literally has never remembered her birthday even when her parent reminds them…her oldest sister…her youngest brother…and for so many other reasons, we celebrate our brooding, aloof, “Slytherin of the siblings”, forgotten middle child because today is National Middle Child Day.

And why not have a day just for the one stuck in the middle of the family? Margaritas, hot dogs, and even mathematical expressions have their own special days. Why not have one day a year when we celebrate the joys and pains of being stuck in the middle because if we were to really understand the middle child we would appreciate the fact that it is the middle child whose role is actually wildly character-building in so many ways.

So here’s to the one who is lucky to have older siblings who have paved the way and showed mom and dad how things should be done…distracted mom and dad too…a lot. Here’s to the one who is more adaptable by nature…or actually says to hell with all this, I’m doing what I want; like when you potty trained yourself during the drama-trauma that was right before your baby sister was born. Perhaps I might never get you being one of those over-achieving, always trying to please every one, first born kids, but I can’t help but admire your quiet determination, your adaptability, your independence, your realism and all that is amazing about you, my child stuck in the middle of this family circus act.

kids are assholes

Sorry.

It had to be said.

Sure they are cute…too-too cute. But they rob us of our sleep, our bodies, our patience, our sanity and then they grow. They grow up much too fast.

From this adorable, cuddly, cuteness…

To this still adorableness but oh-so opinionated and exhausting human being.

Then before you can even begin to catch up on the years of lost sleep, they rip your heart out as they pack up all their prized possessions and with the help of their very best friends, load it all up and celebrate…yes, celebrate because they are moving…moving more than 700 miles away.

Oh yes they did!

She hasn’t been gone 12 hours and I am missing her much too much. So I shut her bedroom door, took the cat to the groomer, went for a long run, ran all kinds of errands and…

missed her all the more.

Don’t imagine that yours will grow up much, much too fast before you are ready? Scroll back up and look at those first two photos. Don’t blink, don’t pause because those adorable little assholes whom we adore more than anything in the world won’t wait.

moving back to school

Yes, we are back from my sister’s wedding. Yes, it was absolutely wonderful! Yes, my sister was absolutely the loveliest bride. Yes, the whole family had a great time making great memories. Yes, there are pictures to share. No, I haven’t begun to sort and edit them. Yes, that means that I am not quite ready to share them all.

Patience.

I have some unpacking to finish and, of course, laundry too.

But first…

Daniel’s first day of school…two days after the official first day of school.

Seventh grade life, people!

I’m not sure what to think of this smile of his right now.

Seventh grade life, people!

Best thing about seventh grade so far? His 5th grade mainstream teacher is his 7th grade mainstream teacher. His homeroom teacher is hot. Instead of recess he has BRUNCH and BREAK because this is 7th grade, mom.

Oh, 7th grade life!

It’s going to be a good year.

And then there is this…

I cried just a little looking at all of this and more that is moving to Arizona with my baby girl mainly because I can’t be there to help her move in…and hover just a little…or perhaps a lot because this is my youngest daughter.

Zelda, after closer inspection, thinks this is pretty much bullshit…she’s taking the big fluffy pillows and comforter!!! Now what am I going to lie on while I nap in the warm morning sunshine??!! You can’t FaceTime fluffy pillows and bedding!

or her hugs that she so willingly gives all the time every day. You’re right, Zelda. This is bullshit.

Sigh!

I’m so excited for her next adventure but dammit, I’m going to miss her while she’s gone. ASU, you better be very good to my baby, my love, my heart, my joy!