Because Sometimes You are not in Control
Finding Nemo. Yes, my life is currently consumed by moments as they are normally lived, everyday, by almost-three-year-olds. The applications I pick up in the world around me each day are, right now, found in things that I wouldn't really see in my own day-to-day goings on. Hence the reference to Finding Nemo. Frankly, I forgot I even had the movie. We had some other plans yesterday which had to be scrapped due to rain, so I was scrounging around for a different fun thing to do. Ladybug was tired, and a little crabby, so I was trying to find something that would calm her and redirect her grumpiness. It was a happy surprise to find Nemo because she really loves it. I hadn't seen it...
Solid Ground
We played a lot of blocks yesterday. I have a whole bucket full of old wooden blocks, the ones in primary colors that anyone around my age had when they were a kid. Lilli has really enjoyed them this visit, dumping them out into a huge pile and building castles and towers. We play in my grandkid room (or the playroom as she calls it) and it's a carpeted room in a tight berber weave, with a thick, giraffe-print rug in the middle. When we first started playing with the blocks, she built them on the rug. It worked okay until someone (either two-legged or four-legged) walked past. One footfall on that rug and the whole structure would collapse. So then I noticed that, on her own, she...
Set Yourself Free
I was talking to a young friend of mine about a really hard situation she's walked for years with her family. Hurtful, horrible things have happened over which she's had no control, but has still had to bear the consequences, even as a young girl. Sadly, hers is not a new story. When you get to be my age, you find that you know a lot of people who have endured circumstances that no one, NO ONE, should have to. And, especially in cases where the behavior is continual, with no apparent attempts to stop on the horizon, a decision has to be made about where, or even if they should, still fit in the picture. And what about forgiveness? She said something to me that I think is a very...
Casual Thanks
I rolled the buggy out of the grocery store to the car, filled the trunk with supplies for a Memorial Day cookout, then I sat my purse, phone and keys in the front passenger seat to free my hands before buckling Lilli into her car seat. The only thing I still had, now stuck in my pocket, was a pack of Gummies I'd bought as a treat for her, as I'd promised them to her once I got myself buckled in. With her secure, I rounded the car to get in myself, but as I was walking I heard the click of the car locking. It's a terrible sinking feeling when you realize you've locked your keys in the car. It's worse when you've locked a kid in there with them. It's maddening when you have NO IDEA...
Without Love
Yesterday afternoon was beautiful. We spent most of it outside around the pool, and blowing bubbles (a favorite of our current house guest), capping it all off with a popsicle. While we were out there, I had Pandora set on a 70's light rock station. I'm always struck by 70's lyrics. I'm sure everyone says that about their own era of music, and, truly, I love some of just about every era and genre of music out there, but there is just something about the 70's that gets my brain working those words through my mind. There we were, playing a fishing game we made up, and the Doobie Brothers started in on Long Train Runnin'. Loud and proud the chorus rang out in the air, and in my...