Not Gone Forever

It is hard to believe that I haven't blogged since January. I have oodles of pictures and notes jotted down so that I can include everything between January and now into my blog book at the end of the year, but it will certainly be a challenge. Working full time has fulfilled so many parts of my life, but it has burned out some other areas that I wish could, at least, keep flickering. So, this is my attempt at re-entry into the blog world.

This post will be in list format because it is twenty minutes until 11 p.m. and 6:30 a.m. comes early...

1) Tyler Reed said the funniest thing yesterday, and I never want to forget it. In all seriousness, he said, "Hey, Mommy? Batman don't wear pants. You know that? He just wear his underwears."

Thought I'd laugh until I couldn't breathe.

2) Lydia Rose's favorite new hobby is turning the lights and fans on and off and on and off. The problem is that she's a bit too short to reach the switches without help. Usually, that means I have to stand around holding her for 15 minutes at a time while she flips the switches to her heart's content. Now, however, I've convinced her to use her bathroom stool, so that thing has been traveling hear and yon for my light switcher's pleasure. She's a mess.

3) Just when I was feeling like SuperMom tonight because I'd made it home, cooked dinner, served dinner, and cleaned up the mess all before 6:30, we had a crash. Literally.

I needed to check the mail, and, since we have a community box at the front of the neighborhood, I convinced Ty and Lydie to take a walk with me. Ty rode his tricycle and I pulled Lydie along in the wagon. When we arrived at the mailbox, Lydie got it in her head that she wanted out of the wagon. She was yelling, "I get out! I get out, Mommy!" I sternly told her to stay put and explained we'd only be there for two seconds.

Well, in those two seconds, that magician got out of the SECURED seatbelt, stood up, and attempted to exit the wagon on her own. When I turned around, she was falling forehead first onto the concrete. Her body did some sort of weird contortion in the air, and it was one of those moments where all my instincts wanted to stop it from happening, and, even thought it was happening at lightening speed, it seemed like it was in slow motion. I just knew blood would be involved, but, thankfully, she stood up with a blueish-black circle and a red scrape above her left eye and no blood to be found. Praise the Lord.

The crash put her into meltdown mode, however, so the rest of the night was a mess. I had to rock her for about 40 minutes to get her settled down enough to lay in her crib. Bless her heart. So much for being SuperMom.

Looking at a picture of Daddy temporarily brightened her day.

4) Finally, I am so glad that Ty still loves George. That old monkey has been through it all. He's such a good pal, and I will never think of a single memory of Ty's childhood without thinking of George. Batman and Spiderman and Iron Man have all been cool, but none of them has the celebrity status that George has. He was the best $2 I ever spent!