But – there is always good, and I am learning I should pay more attention to that, and maybe dwell on the stress a bit less. In any given day – there is the bad, the good, and the shit that if you just look at with the right perspective – can be pretty funny.
So below is sort of a rag-tag laundry list of stuff that has been happening in our lives, with a focus on all the good and/or entertaining things that have happened to us.
• Molly had her first ballet class last Saturday – and I think it is fair to say that both Anders and I were a bit nervous on how that was going to shake out. Molly was either going to walk in, tell a few girls to get bent and then proceed to do “her move” (the Beyoncé butt shake disco point combo) for the next hour – OR – she would actually like it and pay attention. Turns out - she LOVED it – and was like a little taffeta wearing fairy as she listen attentively and twirled and swirled around the room. Anders and I got choked up as we watched with a mix of pride and amazement – who in the hell was this sweet and graceful girl – and where the hell was she for the rest of the week? We knew she was still our Molly when the teacher asked all the girls in the class to pretend they were butterflies – and to say what color they were. Out of the ten girls – four said they were purple butterflies, five said they were pink and Molly happily shouted out that she was a white butterfly with rainbow sparkles.
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| Molly - all ready for class and showing us "her move." She let us know that she can do the move for a really long time and not even get tired. Great. Super awesome. Another thing to look forward to. |
• Yesterday the kids were a bit under the weather so I stayed home with them. Molly had dumped a glass of chocolate milk at the top of the stairs on Sunday, so I had the idea to rent a carpet cleaner and make the most of the day at home. Molly took one look at the cleaner, and figuring out that this may mean work, she made herself pretty scarce. Max on the other hand stood next to me and - with his hands on his hips while shaking his head - let me know that “this is going to be a big job Momma – we should have a beer and a lollipop.” That is some solid life advice. When in doubt or looking at a big job - have a beer …and a lollipop (if you are in the whole sweet and salty thing).
• Apparently we (I) are now old enough, and gullible enough to get ripped off senior citizen, better business bureau style since we totally got scammed by an innocent and sweet looking 14 year-old. Last Thursday night this girl rang our doorbell and said she was helping raise funds to buy books and instruments for her school by selling activity coupon books. The book had some good discounts off kid’s stuff so I signed up and paid her the $20. She said she would be back with the coupon book the next night. As soon as I closed the door, Anders was like “there goes our money – we are not ever seeing her again.” I was positive she would be back, but turns out that after almost a week, Anders was right. We totally funded her subscription to Seventeen magazine and the purchase of a Justin Bieber CD. Or maybe I am being too gullible again – she probably got a tramp stamp tattoo and binge drank all weekend.
• A lot of mornings on my way into work I see this same, high-end, flashy car with the vanity plates “dream big.” That in itself kind of annoys me in a Jerry Maguire/obnoxious kind of way. But, to make it worse, the guy drives like a total douche bag. He is always cutting people off, changing lanes like a maniac, and - his signature move - squeaking in right in front of you and then suddenly (and for no visible reason) slamming on his brakes. So, this morning when I saw that jackass broken down on the side of the road, standing by his open hood, shivering and yelling into his phone – I kinda chuckled. Karma – 1, Jackass – 0.
• Max and Molly still get bottles of warm milk when they go to bed (I know, I know they are three and we should totally stop – but we just don’t have the heart…yet) and when Molly is done, she gives the bottle a good overhand throw across her room. When Max is done – he places the bottle carefully on his little bedside table, every night – without fail. I don’t know why – but seeing that little bottle so carefully placed by such a little man just breaks and melts my heart every time.
• We went canoeing and kayaking with my parents, my nephew Josh and the kids a couple weekends ago at this beautiful little lake outside of Cranbrook. Molly caught on pretty quick to the whole canoe gig. She sat on a stack of cushions between Anders and me and happily waved to her imagined throngs of admirers like the Queen of Sheba. Max wanted nothing to do with the canoe – but that little bugger got into the kayak and started paddling like a pro. He was so proud of himself and had a grin from ear to ear.
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| My nephew Josh helping Max get off the shore. |
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| Molly - aka the Queen of Sheba - catching some rays and enjoying the ride. |
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