Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Where did you go??

Where are you, Bear? You went outside today...on an adventure with Will and you didn't come back! Had you asked for my permission, I would have said NO! Rain was expected this evening and you weren't wearing a raincoat! I looked for you around the house tonight and I also looked outside. Where are you hiding? Not in the back yard. Not in the front yard. I learned today that you also went for a ride on Will's trike. Did you fall off on your way to/from the pool? After the rain, I looked for you tonight. I held my flashlight and roamed the neighboorhood down to the pool. Did the rain and wind blow you into some bushes? I looked for you high and low...will we ever find you? St. Anthony, St. Anthony, please come around. I've lost something special and it cannot be found! Will each of you reading this post, please say the St. Anthony prayer with me? Although Bear (aka Pook, Pookie) is small, he is mighty. He's always done a mighty good job of taking care of my tears when I was little and he's done a mighty good job these last three years of taking care of Will's tears. We've got to find him!! This is a picture of him taken a few months ago...that day, Jeff and I and the kids wanted to see what he'd look like with googlie eyes...his real eyes are small, black, and shiny (except for when he caught a cold and developed pink eye in 1988) Please contact us if you have any information as to his whereabouts. Thanks!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

What is Crazy? And How Much is Too Much?

I'm a little less crazy today...I'm sure that with each day that passes by, I'll start to feel a little more normal than the day before. Thank you to my family and friends who have offered their support and love and who have shared with me their scary moments with children. It helps me to know that I'm not alone!

Bedtime USED to be 7:30pm sharp! Now, after dinner, the kids all run upstairs and start stripping off their clothes and diapers and shouting, laughing, and just acting silly. I let them continue to do this until I've managed to gather diapers and pajamas. Somehow between changing diapers, getting them in their pjs, brushing their teeth, spitting, collecting blankets and lovies from the packnplays in the various rooms, singing two songs each and sometimes saying "Goodnight" to the TV tower or the moon, it has become everybit 8pm. Oh yes, and my joy now is that Nick has to use the toilet before bed everynight, which means "If one goes, then they all have to try!" It's joyous but also nerve wrecking because in the back of my head, I'm thinking "What happened to my 7:30? Where did it go?"