Saturday, July 01, 2006
And with a dismissive wave of the hand...
Queen Bee whittles me down to the land of the insignificant as she embarks tonight upon her first real sleepover.
Mother is feeling a little .... verklempf.
I am no longer the "one" in this child's life. I have been temporarily replaced by another mother. One who lives in a 1/2 million dollar home, drives a Corvette convertible, and takes her children to the pool for hours and hours of water fun.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
It never hurts to ask, does it? Well I don't know ...
Good morning to my new renter!!!
Oh who are the people in your neighborhood?
Break out the wine and the margaritas
All grown up
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Coddled Customers, or Why I Would Never Make a Goo...
Godspeed, little bird