Saturday, May 21, 2011

Mi Familia

I don't say it nearly often enough, so here it is in print for the world to see...I really appreciate my family and my in-law family. We're by no means perfect, but somehow there's synergy.

It's been a really busy year for us and from time to time I've been a little overwhelmed. So my Mom came for a visit over the Easter to help out with the kids. The DH and I were able to go out without worrying about racking up a babysitter's tab, and we got to sleep in, which if you have kids will understand how priceless that is. I got to work on a few projects around the house and in the yard, which finally enabled me to cross things off my ancient to-do list.

For the next few weeks my mother-in-law is here. In years past her constant cleaning always made me feel like a bad homemaker. But this year, I'm actually looking forward to it - especially after our mini renovation. And I really appreciate her jet-lagged-defying-cleaning-spree less than 24 hours of being here to help us get ready for our friends today. (See http://hopefulinalabama.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-my-home-back.html ) Maybe by the time she's gone, I can trash that to-do list that's been nagging me so.

My Dad plans to come later this year. And while he's not known for cleaning, he loves to cook and can play as hard as the kids all day, every day. Needless to say when he's here, the kids sleep well and ipso facto the DH and I sleep well. My husband's aunt who can't make the cross-Atlantic trip anymore is also very supportive and spoils her grand niece and nephew. Then there's my brother...what can I say other than he'll entertain the kids on the phone if I need an extra five-minutes to get dinner to the table.

I love you guys and hope to see more of you in 2011.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

PreSchool End of Year Program

Tonight was the kids' End of Year program at their preschool. I was so proud of my kids.

My son's two-year old class sang This Little Light of Mine, and while my son mostly stood on stage looking around (as did most of his classmates) he stuck it out. Unlike one little boy who spotted his Mama and high-tailed it wailing all the way.

After their number, the two-year old class sat in a corner on stage while the one-year old class stepped up to sing Jesus Loves Me. And my little darling daughter stole the show. She was the only kid all night who accurately made all her hand gestures and even added a few dance moves. It took all I had not to shout "THAT'S MY KID!!!".

Now my son, who was more comfortable sitting while his sister performed, sang along with them. Go figure, but that's my boy.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Growing Pains

Last night the hubby and I disassembled my three-year old's crib to complete the transition to his big boy bed. My son has slept in it off and on but still preferred the familiarity of his crib. The process was a lot tougher on me than it was on him.

As the last screw came out, I felt a little sad. Logically I know it's time, but emotionally I feel like my kids are growing up way too fast. How much longer till the word 'Mom' means 'go away' instead of 'everything that's right with the world'?