We have been enjoying the nice weather out.. Yesterday we Rollerbladed and Biked over to the park. It's the first time we actually brought Kierstin to the park. (We have a pretty large swing set in our backyard). She didn't really know what to think? She of course went right for the swings.. something she could of done at home- but she loves them. She also loves to walk up the slides. I wonder why all kids think thats necessary?
Kierstin has managed to become more of a monkey these days. Her climbing skills amaze me! Awhile ago I found her in her room standing on her changing table. She saw me and immediately started making sounds like a monkey. I moved it in her closet and she still manged to get to the top of it. Under all her hanging clothes I could see her little grin. What a stinker. Her new thing is to pull the kitchen chairs somewhere so she can reach things. Her favorite is the telephone. She has figured out the button to record a message. (so if you call us- and you don't really know whats going on.. it's probably a message from Kierstin). I listened to our messages yesterday and there was one from her and Mollie. "Mommy Hi Mommy Daddy... " and then Mollie threw in a few "eena" (trina). And then I could hear myself saying "Kierstin get down" It was cute.
Kierstin has also taken on a new love for Apple Jacks. They are her new favorite food. She will eat sometimes 4 or 5 bowls for breakfast (keep in mind she never really finishes it.. but she thinks she needs a refill every few minutes). She sure has been a character lately- you know that "look" I was talking about last blog? Well.. she thinks it's funny to do it to her food now. Last night she did it to a French fry. She thought it was funny. And made sure both me and Jamie seen it. She cracks me up!
Kierstin has been a stinker lately. All about Mommy. I know I'm cool but seriously come on.. :o) She has been spending a lot of time with daddy lately. I have been doing a lot of running around this week doing a few things. She loves her daddy time... but as soon as I get in it's like.. whine whine whine.
I know I don't really write to much about what I'm up to... or Jamie. I guess Kierstin is pretty much our life now :o) It's funny how being a parent changes you. And how your priorities change. Plus- besides her our life isn't that interesting.
Well- hope everyone is having a great week!
Lots of love!
Oh and I got this as a fwd.. and thought it was a good read!
Happy Early Mothers Day!
This is for the mothers,
who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up puke laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here". Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers,
who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers,
who gave birth to babies they'll never see.
And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers,
whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors. And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football , hockey or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers,
who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers,
who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the
(grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers,
who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers,
who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school.
And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers,
who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother,
whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home – Or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers,
who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them
to please pick them up Right away.
This is for mothers,
whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when
their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings,
and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror,
hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers,
who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M.
to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear
their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire,
a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are
for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us.
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.
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