Saturday, May 17, 2008

Flying Home . . . Maybe

Things with my grandmother back east got a little hairy a couple days ago and so it became apparent to me that I needed to fly by to my hometown to help my mom care for my grandparents. Yesterday morning, I loaded up the kids, two bags, a backpack that weighed WAY too much, a stroller, and some dumb luck. I use this phrase 'dumb luck' not in its usual way, but to say that the luck I had? was dumb, because it was non-existent.

We arrived at the airport with plenty of time. Stood in the llllloooonnnnnggg line patiently. Waited while the woman checking my bags went to get an agent and never. came. back. Finally got to security, shuffled to the "family line" where it takes twice as long (but, supposedly people aren't bitchy - uhhhh, apparently the woman behind me missed that memo). Then, two things happened that are, admittedly, insanely lucky: We went through security without a hitch AND our gate was the very! first! gate! Sadly, my friends, that is where the luck ends. . .

We got to our gate and waited. And waited. And waited. Oh, look! The plane is here. We just need to wait until they clean the plane, Treefrog, and then we'll be able to get on. What? What's that? Oh, the woman just said there is a bubble in the windshield of the plane (wtf?). It will take an hour and a half to fix. Hmmm, our connecting flight will probably not wait for us. Let's go stand in the line 40 people deep to the woman who is making all these announcements and has to keep leaving to take care of who knows what (again, wtf?). Yeah! It's our turn! We could fly half-way tonight and finish tomorrow? Um, no thank you to a hotel room tonight with kids by myself. Can I just fly out tomorrow? Yes? Okay. Same time, same place tomorrow, baby. We'll be back.

The end.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

My Heart's A-Flutter

Both figuratively and literally . . .

Ben just left with both! of! the! boys! to bring me a splendid little treat I call The Mocha from our favorite local coffee shop.

And, I've already had a cup of strong coffee today.

Mmmmmm, there can never be too much silence nor too much coffee.


Things I have been interested in lately/want to blog about:

* the adoption thing. It is like an ameba - slowly moving along leaving a trail of slime in its wake. I'm not sure how to go about the interviews I need to do, the will we need to make, and getting Fish's birth certificate. So many little amebas!

*our gorgeous garden. This amazing piece of our back yard that is doing it's own thing with just a bit of watering and weeding from us.

* my amazing family. The boys and the fun things that happen with them. Ben and the way he supports me. My grandmother's failing health. My mom's incredible strength. I am gaining such encouragement from the people in my life that fit into the family category.

* the race. Yep, one little blog post back in February mentioned it and now it is complete . . . 13.1 miles and I'm now hooked on running. I love it and can't wait for my next race (the Drop Top 10K in June).

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

A Rainy Day

This morning Treefrog had three friends over (that is five kids in case you were counting!). We played upstairs for about an hour, had a snack, and then I realized that the boys (there were four of them altogether) needed to burn some energy. It was raining, but when isn't it in the Pacific Northwest? I gave up. We trudged out into the backyard, rain and all, and played outside with balloons. It began simply as a survival method what with the five kids in my small house. It ended as a fun time for all; muddy shoes, wet heads, and smiles all around.

A rainy day indeed.

Monday, May 12, 2008

An Explanation and A Story

The "about" section is changed for a while due to the fact that my darling husband doesn't really know how to work the blogosphere yet (luv you Ben!). Stay with me through the summer and my facts will return - promise.


Laying in bed this morning, snuggling with Treefrog, the following conversation took place as my t shirt scrunched up to reveal part of my stomach:

Treefrog: Mama, what's these? (pointing to my s*t*r*e*t*c*h* m*a*r*k*s*)

Me: Those are stretch marks from when you and Fish lived inside my belly.

T: Oh, I lub stripes Mama!

Me: (laughing) Me too, buddy, me too.