Sometimes you are the windshield, sometimes you are the bug.

The girls and I went to the library yesterday, and they checked out some books. We always go to the children's section, picture books. Most of them have words, but there are a few that really are picture books. I never scan the books before we check them out, we just get 6 or 8 and then come on home. We won't be doing that any more.

A beautiful book called I Loved You Before You Were Born has left Mountain Man and me (him moreso) in turmoil. It is a book written by a grandmother before her first grandchild was born. Again, did not know anything about the book but the title when we checked it out. Came home and read it, although it is lovely, I should have left it at the library. Both girls had a hard time becasue they miss their grandparents. Curly Top has lots of questions about babies being in Mama's tummy, about how babies get out of Mama's tummy, how babies get in Mama's tummy...we are so not ready for this. I tried to come up with appropriate 4 year old answers, Mountain Man on the other hand tried desperately to change the subject, and honestly ended up getting frusterated to which Fuzz advised him to "Stop, Breathe, and Think, Daddy!" As he ran his hands through his hair in frustration, Fuzz started crying. "What is wrong?" Mountain Man asked. "Why do I have yellow hair and no one else does?" With that she started crying, no sobing, NO WAILING!

No answers were good enough for either of them, not even that is just how God wants it to be.

Last night, Mountain Man and I were absolutely not the windshield, we were the bugs.

Tale-tale signs

So today, I was sitting at the computer, Fuzz sitting on the floor beside me with her V-tech laptop.

Me: What are you doing?
Fuzz: Sending Pappy an e mail.
Me: What does it say?
Fuzz: (fingers typing away on her keyboard)

Dear Pappy,
Today, we went to gymnastics. I had fun. I watched Charlie Brown Pumpkin. Tell Grams I drew a picture for her. She has white hair. Grams is old, and you are too.
I love you,
Fuzz.

My Little Corner of the Web

Welcome to our little corner of the web. This page is designed to keep our family and friends updated on the goings on in our life.

Fuzz and Curly Top are elated to be in San Diego, they have everything a child could ever dream of at their fingertips. They dance, they do gymnastics, they play soccer. They run me to death. They are angels yesterday, terrors today, and angels again tomorrow.

Real Time conversation:
CT: Fuzz, look at this, we want one of those right.
Fuzz: Ummm, well, I don't know about that.
CT: Mama, come here (motioning with uncoordinated hand)
Me: Yes, CT
CT: Mama, I really want this, and I really need to have this too.
Me: Well, remember that and you can ask Santa for it. (I'm all about pushing it off on Santa when it is something I don't want to buy, if they still remember it at Christmas, we'll see about it)
Fuzz: Mama, CT has been a bad listener; Santa is not bringing her presents.

Now the cat fight of uh-huh, and nuh-uh insues. Fighting over the magazine, fighting over who is the better listener, who touched who first, who’s toys are who’s. This is mine, no it’s mine!
“Mama, she’s being naughty!” “No, I’m not! You are!”

CALGON TAKE ME AWAY