Busy, busy busy. How busy you ask? Well let’s see.
Yesterday I received a phone call form Sunshine’s pre-school teacher ( a woman who is busy with 25-30 kids daily) informing me that I am the only mother who forgot to bring in a plain white t-shirt for my child to decorate for graduation. The voicemail she left me was sweet and kind and a gentle reminder- but the tears that came pouring out of my eyes as I drove to Michael’s while my kids sat with their Nanny and my work waited- were very real. There are people with full time jobs and several other kids who managed to bring in the t-shirt- and then there is me. #fail
My Mom was in last week for a visit- I have no photos of this because I haven’t loaded the photos yet. Her visit was lovely, she is lovely, and sometimes I see hints of her in my sunshine girl. Lately Sunny is very interested in becoming a woman.
She asks a lot of questions about how many boyfriends she can have and when she will be growing boobs. She was caught red handed kissing Aidan and she walks around in my high heels daily.
At Nordstrom’s this weekend she picked up a sparkle Jimmy Choo shoe and asked if I could buy those for her. When I explained that they were $700.00 she told me she’d pay me back. I don’t really get the rush- but secretly it’s kind of fun having such a girly girl.
And then there is Saint. Oh sweet baby Saint. He sports a tiny comb over and hops here and there.
He is so happy. He laughs so big and bold that he often looses his breath and falls over. He looks like a chubby bug on it’s back and his sister often picks him up by the head or shoulders, reminding him to breathe even though she’s soooo funny. I have no clue what will become of this little man.
With Sunny I can see a budding politician but with my sainted boy all I ever think is, is it possible that any human can be this content? He will have a job as the “fun director” for a cruise line. He’s just giggles and belly laughs.
Right about now- we’re cruising.
