Getting Demoted

It's already begun.

I thought that I would remain this somehow do-all, awe-inspiring, wonder-hero mother figure to the girls for at least a few years yet to come. At least until preadolescence.

It appears, however, that I'm already being lowered from the pedestal.

Yesterday, Livvy packed up a bag of Fruit Loops in a plastic baggie to take on our adventure to the toy library. We got home, went into the house, and a minor melt-down began. The Froot Loops could not be found. I suggested they may be in the van since that is the place where I had my last sighting of them. A few hours later, we headed back out to the van to go to pick up Camille from Kindergarten. I opened the van door, Livvy close behind me, and lo and behold, there, on the van floor---along with a stocking cap, a couple of crusty french fries, and a sticker without it's stickiness---was the beloved bag of sugary, fruity, vitamin-packed cereal. Livvy was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Mom, you were right. The Fruit Loops were in the van. Mom, you make such a great assistant."

To rub salt in the wound, Camille followed in suit this morning. As we prepared to step outside to wait for the morning bus, I opened the door and Camille descended out onto the porch, exclaiming, "Mom, you make such a great door holder!"

No "Mom, you are the most loving, creative, inspired woman I know." No "Mom, we are so thankful for all of the wonderful things you do for our family." No "Mom, you are our heroine."

Okay, okay. Two hours later, Camille did say, "Mommy, you are my best, best, BEST mommy ever, " and Livvy did tell me, "I love you with all my heart."

Maybe I'm not all of the way down from the pedestal quite yet. Maybe in the lives of 3 and 5-year-olds, assistants and door-holders are pretty cool things.

The Men in My Life

Couldn't resist posting this pic of the two men I live with.

Aren't they cute?

And do you find it as spankin' cute as I do that they make such preppy clothes for such little people?

And just in case you were wondering, the little man in the picture has officially gotten dubbed at daycare as "The Baby Who Won't Nap." No foolin'. He doesn't sleep during the day. What baby doesn't nap? Apparently mine. Not at daycare, not at home. And when I try to discuss this matter with him, this is the look he gives me. Either that, or he toots and then smiles.

Oh, well. I guess I should be thankful he sleeps through the night.

My Little Goblins

Don't even ask where I've been or what I've been doing. The truth is, it's just been plain busy.

We've had some of the flu bug that is circulating in a thick cloud in schools, homes and workplaces.

We've had conferences, birthday parties, 50th day of school parties, Halloween parties, swimming, dancing, camp, pumpkin carving, field trips, homework, mom work, dad work and a lot of good old family time the past month...or so.....since my last blog.

So, to get back in the groove, I'll post a pic of my little goblins as we set out to trick-or-treat Halloween night. Our resident butterfly LOVED being able to fly all over the house and the neighborhood, our resident cat especially loved her "whiskers" and our resident amphibious creature of some sort loved Halloween so much that he ralphed all over his costume first thing in the morning which warranted an immediate change of his clothes and mine.

All in all, Halloween was wonderful. The girls have had more fun than they have ever had and Grandma O'Neill was here to share it with us to boot.