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THANKS FOR STOPPING BY! SEE YOU THERE!

*whew* Got my blogging in before midnight!

Don't go to bed! In a matter of minutes, my new site is going to be revealed. Hang tight. C'mon. I'd do it for you!

Mommy needs coffee.....do you?

We interrupt this caffeine musing to bring you a High Speed Police Chase. Yes, the Dallas televisions have been taken over by coverage of a high speed chase. You can hear the anticipation in the newscasters. Oh boy does the media love a good police chase to speculate over. "He may be a robbery suspect. It is possibly a wanted felon. Perhaps he has a gun. It appears that his tire is flat."

Do you know what I want to hear? I want to hear them say, "We have no idea what is going on or what he did, but it sure is cool to watch this live, isn't it. Oh sure, we can speculate as to what is going on, but frankly, we don't know what the hell is happening because we see the same thing you do. Let's just shut up and watch together."

Ohhh....he's slowing. Bummer. He surrendered. Guess they need to go back to the insignificant news like the economy, Iraq, murders and NASA. Boy, do those newscasters sound bummed out.

Gotta love the media!

Warning...this morning's entry is brought to you by the Sappy Mother Moment of the Week. Some may find it too "sweet" for their liking and it is recommended that such persons refrain from reading and just check in later for your "caffeine musing of the day". That is all. We return you to our regularly scheduled Sap Fest.

Well, it seems that Little Diva has decided to sleep in her "big girl bed" now. No promting from us. One night she was sleeping in a crib, the next night she was in her full size bed. I suppose it had been there taunting her for too long. It has been in her room since she was born. A great place to put clothes that were clean before they got put away. A super catch-all for all of her 10,000 stuffed animals. A place for Mommy to sleep when Little Diva was sick and Mommy didn't want to be far from her. And of course, the perfect place to put a guest when anyone spent the weekend with us.

Little Diva thinks she is all that in her bed. Checking on her at night is too funny. She resembles that scene in E.T. when she surrounds herself with all of her stuffed animals. It is hard to even find her among them. All you can see is a cute little face, surrounded by soft blonde curls. (Sidenote: It's enough to make this mommy want to just snag her up and kiss her sweet little face all over! However, I live strongly by the motto: Never wake a sleeping baby/child/grumpy mate.) I must admit, it is bittersweet. I love seeing her grow up and become such a fun and cool little girl. But, I also know that my Baby is growing up and she is my last. Every step towards her maturity is a tiny step away from this stage in my life that I love so much. And for the record, she does look so tiny and sweet all swallowed up in that big full sized bed. Many nights this past week I have just stood over her watching her sleep (after I find her). [Don't say it. I know it will scare the beejeezus out of her if she ever wakes up and sees me looming over her in the middle of the night. We have a therapy fund for moments like this that scar my children.]

So, now, we are debating taking her crib down. Not because we think she will ever need it again or that we will ever need it again. In fact, my sister does need it for her new baby that is coming. However, the last time we packed up and gave away our crib, I found out I was pregnant 2 weeks later. Let's just say, I am fine with that crib staying where it is until well after I am past childbearing years. I love my babies. But I don't want more. (And before you say it, yes I know where babies come from, but I think that taking down a crib and giving it away is just tempting fate, don't you think? Sort of like fertility foreplay. I suppose I'll have to have a headache for a decade or so! lol)

Yes, I am going to say it. You can say it with me if you want to....My baby girl is growing up!

Good news... No break. But one helluva jammed pinkie toe and quite a black little toe nail. But nothing a little polish won't cover. (Yeah, as if I am going near that toe with anything yet!) So, I guess the third time is a charm. No break this time!

Bad news...I am exhausted and really need to go to bed. Now.

Update... Moving into my new blog home has not been going well. If only I had 29 hours a day. Oh, who am I kidding. I would need at least 50! So, it is slow going, but I am sure it will happen before I get too old to remember that......

....what was I saying??

I think I broke my toe. Again. Yes, again. This would make the third time this little toe has been the object of such breakage. (Is there something that makes a bone more suseptible to being fractured once it has been broken before? Kind of like chicken pox but in reverse. You don't become immune, you become suseptible?)

Now, it isn't like I have anything against my toe. It's a cute little toe. An often overlooked appendage that is usually seen as insignificant. Okay, I will admit that it is sort of a pain in the butt to try to get nail polish on that itty bitty nail during a pedicure, but, hey, that doesn't mean I bear it ill will. I don't.

And before you ask if I broke it kicking something, I didn't. Well, not intentionally. I was working on my computer, got up for a drink, came back to sit down, spun in my chair to push it back under my desk and *slam* ...right into the side of my desk where my chair slides under it. I didn't even let loose a string of profanities. Okay, that's a lie. I did.

So, I guess I will forego the podiatrist this time. I am getting to be a pro at this now. I know just how to tape it and what tape works the best etc. The only drawback to that is that if I do it myself, no pain killers. Hmmm, such the dilemma. I suppose you'll figure out which I chose by reading any later posts. Although, I am not sure pain killers make me any loopier than normal. My mind is like a brain on pain killers most days. But that is beside the point.

Time to do the toe tapage and limp my kids off to school. Hey, can a broken toe get me a "get out of being the mommy for a day" pass? Cause I think a day in bed with a good book is just what this little pinkie toe needs to heal. Okay, maybe it's just what sounds good to me. But, I'm not above using my little toe for a day of R&R. Shhhh, don't tell!

Some things change...

Since when did 4th grade homework get to be so hard? I mean, I should not have to *think* (and I mean really think) about math probability problems that my 4th grade Kidlet has for homework. I really don't remember 4th grade being hard. I remember breezing through school until college. And then, it wasn't so much breezing through as it was learning how to study and what it took to make the grade. But 4th grade making me scratch my head and say Huh? Lordy tell me that the work is getting harder and I don't just have a bad case of mommy brain.

And some things never do...

I was talking to one of The Moms' daughters today. She was hurting and wanted to talk to someone...but not her Mom. She was crying because she was snubbed by one of her friends after they had words. (And trust me, at this age, girls can get into some pretty nasty cat fights.) She was asking me how to make it better. How to fix things. As if I know. Sweetie, I don't have a clue, I wanted to tell her. I wanted to say, "I still haven't figured that out! I am being snubbed as we speak and trust me, what you're feeling and what I am feeling are probably pretty much the same, only you get to cry about it and I have to be an adult and pretend I don't care." But I didn't say that. I gave her as much reassurance as I could. I gave her all of those standard "to thine own self be true" statements that adults say. And my heart broke for her. I have no idea how I am going to deal with this when Little Diva hits this age.

Someone just tell me it gets easier. The kids. The homework. The issues. Please. Does it?

Well, I am off to soccer practice. No rest for the Mommy! I'll be checking back later for all of those "of course it gets easier" comments, okay? ;-)

First, no, I haven't moved. *grumble grumble growl* Problems with the host end that I have to wait on. Just so you know.

So today it begins. Soccer. Kidlet Jr starts practice today. (Pray for rain. Mommy isn't ready to start today. Pray for rain and thunder. That should seal the deal.) It isn't that I don't like soccer or being a soccer mom. I do love it. I am just not so fond of sitting on the sidelines chasing Little Diva for an hour and a half in 100 degree weather. Call me crazy. Just a couple of days reprieve is all I am asking for. Kidlet Sr is supposed to start up next week. So, for the next couple of months, my week will have soccer of some form on 5 out of 7 days in a week. And I don't even play. But the Kidlets do and they love it. So I will sweat in the heat and freeze in the cold and enjoy watching them play. Because, hey, it's what we soccer moms do.

Oh, and if you really want to know how my Monday got started...I woke up with the theme song to Clifford the Big Red Dog running through my brain. Now that is just a special torture that I can do without, thankyouverymuch. But never fear, Little Diva will be up and wanting her Wiggles fix soon enough. I will be able to change the tune then. Oh joy!

I think Little Diva needs a new nickname. No, she hasn't lost her Diva-ness. But she has a name that is very *her*. Ready?

The Duchess of Destruction.

It fits. That girl can take a clean and organized room and in under 2 minutes, make it look like tornadic force winds have blown through the room. More than once. And she is quite proud of this, I do believe. I have never seen a child who can rearrange a toy organizer and a playroom with such effeciency. But, her skills are not limited to one room. Oh no. She is able to multi-destruct. She can take toys and in the blink of an eye have them in another room, in a rather unique pattern of disarray. And yes, I have even found Barbie taking a dip in the toilet. Luckily it was my toilet, so there was a guarantee that it had been flushed prior to her swimming adventure.

Now remember, I have 2 boys. I should be used to messes. But no. This girl has unique talent in the art of toy chaos. Trust me, she earns her name.

Duchess of Destruction fits. Too well. (But she'll always be Little Diva as well.) Hmmm, the Diva Duchess of Destruction? Sounds like a really bad B-grade horror movie.

Have you ever had one of those moments when something is said to you that just breaks your heart? Shatters it into a million pieces? And no matter what is said following that comment, you just can't put it all back together again. Your heart lays there like Humpty Dumpty and it too has no hope of all the kings horses and all the kings men putting it back together again. You can get the pieces gathered up. By talking, you can slowly piece them together, but when all is said and done, there is still one tiny fragment that is missing. Therefore, it is just never quite the way it was. Eventually, this hole is filled. I don't know if it heals itself over time or if something else comes along in it's place to fill that gap. I suppose it is both. And yet neither. Although the heart may look healed, that one tiny fragment mattered. It made a difference. When it is changed, it is changed forever. Sometimes those changes are good. Better. Stronger. Like a patch to cover and protect. Maybe that patch makes it more beautiful. Sometimes the changes are more like scar tissure. Reminders of old wounds. More sensitive. Easily irritated. I would like to say that this happens only a handful of times, but we all know it happens much more frequently. Each of us bear the patches and the scars of words that have changed us. They make us who we are. I guess I am just learning to ride with it. To not curse the scars or try to remove the patches. They are what they are. They are what makes my heart what it is...who I am. I hope that your life finds you with more patches than scars, though.

It's moving weekend!

No, I'm not moving to a new house. I am moving to a new home in the cyberworld. So, be sure to check in later this weekend. I'll have a hot cup of coffee ready for you. Because trust me...this mommy needs coffee!

posted by Jenn at 8/23/2003 08:05:00 PM