Funnies

While on my sabbatical from blogging, I started a post called "Funnies" earlier this year in Jan 2013 but never finished it. I added a few more things to it from sticky notes I had on my desk.

6.5 to 7 years old

• Hassie Clare knows every single word to Vanilla Ice's song Ice Ice Baby. She sings it NON STOP and claims it is her favorite song. Her favorite band is Queen. She thinks it is the greatest music of all time and has told me many times how she really feels and understands their music. Lord help me.
• Both my girls think their school cafeteria has the best food ever (shows you how good of a cook I am). They get to pick which day they want to buy it once a week. It's $4 per kid. They picked today and it was saulsberry steak, mashed taters and gravy, green beans, corn, apples and milk. When I picked them up from school they were both raving about how good their lunch was and how they ate every single bite off their plate. HC says "I ate everything but I didn't get any gravy." Quinn excitedly said, "What!!! You didn't get gravy? It is absolutely humiliating not to get gravy on your mashed taters because it is the best thing ever." I love how she uses big words incorrectly .... just like her momma.
• Quinn had a scab on her knee (formally a strawberry) she got from falling down during indoor soccer. In her most southern voice she said, "Mommy, the scab on my strawbelly feels like a peach seed. Can peach seeds come out of your body?"
• Randomly, after Mass one Saturday in the car on our way home, Quinnie stated that she has seen me cry very hard before like Mary did when her son Jesus died (something from church must have prompted this). She said that they saw me cry after we left the doctor with Nana and Papa when it was hot outside (summertime). So I thought it was a good time to explain to them that I was crying because the doctor told us some bad news about Nana. They told us she has a disease in her brain called Alzheimer's and that it makes her forget things sometimes. Quinn started crying uncontrollable. I had to pull over and love on her because I felt so bad. It was like she somehow understood the severity of Alzheimer's. After she calmed down a bit but was still sniffling she said, "why does God allow people to have Odd Timers or any disease? Why can't he take it away?" Hassie Clare quickly replied, "We can ask Daddy's phone (Siri) and find out the answer!" If only it were that easy my witty Hassie Clare! Finding humor while going through all this has been my only saving grace.
• When I come home from Bunko the girls tell me my breathe smells like beard. (I'm pretty sure they mean beer.)
• Words they say that I will never correct ... and will pierce someone's eyeballs out if they correct them:  Where is the munrote? (AKA remote) Please plause the movie and unplause it when I get back. (AKA - pause)
• Their 1st grade teach is Sr. Margaret Sue. It is the 3rd month of school and they still think her name is Sr. Margaret Suess.
• Both girls are suddenly aware of the hair on their legs and they say it grows longer every day now that they are in first grade. They asked how old you have to be to shave and I told them it would probably be in Junior High School. Quinn blurted out, "Good gravy. My leg hair will be longer then the hair on my head by then. Can we at least go get it cut in the 3rd grade?" HC is a hairy little monkey like her Daddy.  
•  Jamie recently grew a goatee for the first time since the girls have been born. Hassie Clare loves it and says he looks "soooooooo handsome." Every time we mention it Quinnie yells "Shave it. I hate it. It poinks me and makes me itchy when we snuggle."  

Cherishing Mommy Moments

Last night I was holding Hassie Clare like a baby (a very long baby), all wrapped up in her favorite blanket on my chest, while rocking her in our beloved rocker / recliner that I almost got rid of 2 weeks ago (thankfully Quinnie said she would not be ready to get rid of it until she was 9). Hass was crying and upset because she was nervous about going to school today after being home sick the past two days with me. She didn't want to leave me. She said she had been with me for 2 days and never wanted to leave me, ever and if she did she didn't think she could breathe. She cried and cried as I held her, rocked her and kissed her all over but I was secretly bursting with prideful enjoyment. The more she cried, the more my heart swelled with love. Suddenly I had a panicking feeling and I was very aware that feeling that I wanted to remember this moment forever but then I was suddenly aware that this gut-wrenching mommy love my daughters have for me will soon dissipate .... at least until they are in their late 20's. But it will never be the same. Never. And then I became sad and utterly frantic that I won't remember these blissful Mommy moments.

So ..... I am back to blogging after a 13 month sabbatical. Something tells me I will need to hold onto and remember every loving, sweet moment with my girls before they hit the double digits!

Occasionally we pull out the blog books that I had printed out for them. We already enjoy reading the stories and looking at the pictures from toddlerhood. Missing from our blog book collection will be September 2012-October 2013 (all of Kindergarten and the summer of 2013). That is why I'm sad.

Hassie Clare and Quinn - I plan on showing you this blog entry in 7 years when you are a teenager:

• You both tell me daily that I'm the best Mommy in the world.
• Every night before bed you require lots of hugs, kisses, snuggling and you always yell "ONE LAST HUG & KISS" as I'm walking out of your room.
• Q - you sucker your Daddy into snuggling with you every night. Ya'll hold hands and spoon. It is precious. You have made him promise that he will always snuggle with you like that even when you are a grown up.
• HC - it is impossible for you to go to sleep if you think we are upset with you or if you are guilty of something. You always get out of bed 20 minutes later and do the walk of shame over to our room with your little head hung down and your long, curly, brown hair draped over your face. You confess all of your sins without us even asking.
• You are both becoming very curious about your bodies. You ask me all kinds of questions and never hold back. I love it and I always try to give you honest answers. Even when you ask me how old you will be when your boobies will "fall over" like mine! I hope that you both will always feel comfortable talking to me about your ever-changing bodies.
• Anytime we are up at your school, which is often, you are both so full of pride.
• When I pick you up at school you run and leap into my arms. Every single day!
• You hate boys. Especially you Quinn. You don't even want to play in the same room as them, let alone be friends with them. Smart girl!
• The bond between you two is stronger than any bond I've ever witnessed. It is amazingly beautiful. Sometimes I worry if you can survive independently from one another. I hope we never have to find out! #samecollege #neighborsforlife
• I kiss the palm of each of your hands every morning before you leave for school so that if you miss me you can place your open had over your heart and feel me. #thekissinghandisourfavoritebook
• HC - you woke up very excited this morning because I told you I would spray my perfume on something special and hide it in your backpack today so that you could pull it out and smell it when you missed me. This made your heart happy! I sprayed my Disneyworld perfume (one of my favorite scents you and your sister picked out for me in France at Epcot) on an old piece of one of Nana's nightgowns.

I love being your Mom and I can't put into words how grateful I am to be blessed with this privilege. I will cherish these days for the rest of my life! Thank you for being the greatest kids ever. EVER!


PS - Hi Maema! I'm 99.9999% sure that you are the only one that ever checks my blog anymore:)