Run With The Fishes

Keep in mind that I wrote this 3 weeks ago! I don’t know why I didn’t post it. Probably waiting on pictures. Over the next few days I’m just going to publish the drafts I’ve had sitting around for a few weeks. Maybe that will help me get back into the swing of things.

My brother and his wife had their first baby. Along the lines of how terrible and aunt I am (never send birthday wishes and am lucky to get Christmas presents to any of my nephews), I still need to finish making the baby gift. Maybe it will be done by the time we visit them this summer.

We celebrated a birthday and then the birthday boy abandoned our house for 3 days on a school field trip.

We’ve gone to lots of softball and baseball games.

We had two welcome visitors:
First up was Greg’s mom, Kathy.

• One of the very first things Allison asked Greg was if he thought his mom would bring her something. “Isn’t that what Grandmas always do?”. Yeah. Not spoiled at all. She lucked out. Grandma Kathy brought with her some Peruvian money.
• Kathy taught Zoey how to crochet. She has been working on a scarf out of some super soft blue yarn. She may just finish it by the time it cools off enough to need a scarf again.
• With as many cameras as we have in our house, I didn’t even take her picture with the kids. I didn’t realize it until they had already been dropped off at school the last morning of her stay. Guess its a good thing she has to come back to Texas in September. I will more than make up for the lack of picture taking this time around.

Next in line was my dad. We didn’t do anything too exciting. Watched a softball game and then just hung around the house. Even if we did completely bore them, it was great to have our family here. We miss those guys.

Last night after Zoey’s game, Allison and I were walking to the car holding hands and just chatting about things. “Mom, If you could have anything you ever wanted in the whole entire world, what would it be?”, she asked.

Knowing that Mother’s day had been brought up, I tried to think of things my five year old could easily obtain. “I know, a beautiful drawing.”

She seemed pleased with this answer, but then asked, “What else?”.

“Hmm, lots of hugs and kisses.”

“You always want that Mom, what else?”, starting to remind me of “Dude, Where’s My Car?” where the lady at the fast food place keeps saying, “And Then?”, over and over.

“I don’t really know. Breakfast in bed?”, grasping at straws.

“Yeah! That’s something I forgot about. Okay, you would also want to have a bouquet, right?”

“Of course! I’m surprised I didn’t think of that myself!”, I said to her.

As I started to make dinner, Alli let me know she was bored. This seems to be a constant state for my kids. This time it was different, instead of complaining any more, a light bulb popped above her head and she scurried into the living room. A few minutes later, she called, “Mom! Look out!”, and then, “Catch!”.

A paper airplane flew past me. When I opened it it said, “I luv Mom, From Alli”. She’s starting early with the presents. What are you getting for your mom for Mother’s Day?