The girls have been at Grandma and Grandpa's house for the last few days. It was a nice break...a chance to get a few projects done, and a chance to do some things that are simpler without the kiddos around (you know, like get a haircut).
But in those few days, I also really missed them. I missed them as I talked to them on the phone and heard this: Lil' N - "Hey Mom" Me - "Hey N, how's it going?" (Giant thunk as the phone hits the ground) Lil' N, yelling - "MOM!!! I dropped the phone! HOLD ON MOM! I'M COMING!" (followed by hysterical giggling.)
I missed them when I woke up to complete silence.
And of course, I missed them when I saw this picture on Facebook:
I'm glad those cutie patooties are coming home today.
Tonight the girls started their dance classes at the community center. They were soooo excited! And I have to tell you, from this mommy's point of view, I started picturing my little girls in tutus and ballet slippers about the time they started to walk.
TUTU Cute!
The thing I keep wondering is....how did these girls get so big? How did that happen? And where are these minutes going?
How did Lil' N change from this pint-sized three year old ready for her first day of dance...into this five year old dramatic diva?
And how did just one year turn my Lil' R from a toddler...to a lovely preschool lady?
There are times when I think my life needs a soundtrack. Perhaps this explains why I like musicals, but at times, it would just seem easier to explain my thoughts and feelings by bursting into song. While I won't, the lyrics to the song "Blink" keep running through my head today: Teach me to number my days...and count every moment before it slips away...take in all the colors before they fade to gray ...I don't want to miss even just a second more of this.
In all honesty, I have to tell you that these thoughts are not coming from a "perfect" day - quite the opposite, in fact. There have been temper tantrums and bad attitudes and disobedience and tears. But as I lay in bed tonight, with the words from "Blink" running through my head, I remembered that "this too will pass." And when it does, I will miss it.
I am ashamed at the date of my last blog post. Trust me, it was a while ago...you don't have to look. But the last few months have been a bit of a transition for our family, and it's taken me a while to find my groove.
I would describe myself as an unorganized organizer. Allow me to clarify that statement: I love it when things are organized. I desperately want to feel organize. But sometimes the path to that state of organization is a rather messy one. See, my firstborn started kindergarten this year. And my baby started pre-school. And getting everyone's schedules committed to memory has taken a bit of work. I had to go out and buy a new calendar with color-coded tabs for each member of the family. Not sure if it's helping, but at least it makes me feel better. Day by day, I feel like perhaps I am beginning to hit my stride, and thus...the first blog post in a very, very, very, long time.
So please forgive me for my absence. And while you're working on that, feast your eyes on these too-too-cute pictures of Lil' N and Lil' R's first days of school.
