Friday Fun Day

Each week, Feeling Beachie  lists four statements with a blank for you to fill in on your own blogs. If you want to join the fun and come up with four fill in’s of your own, please email them to Feeling Beachie. This week’s co-host is Mr. Uttley from Uttley’s Take – he came up with the last two statements!

This week’s statements:
1. I don’t have a lot of ______
2. When it is a ______ I hate when it ______
3. When I was little, my dream job was __________.
4. I could write a book about ___________________.

My answers:
1. I don't have a lot of free time.
2. When it is a rainy day I hate when it is also a work day.
3. When I was little, my dream job was a majorette, I remember drawing it in art class as what I wanted to be when I grew up.
4. I could write a book about how lousy the foster care system is.

The Boy from Down the Street

Sounds like the title of a trashy romance novel or something...

As some of you know, my great many followers of three people, I have been writing letters to Punky since before she was born.  Most are just to check in, let her know I love her. But every once in a while we have a good teaching moment to reflect upon...(nicknames are used to protect the innocent, though nobody's identity is really protected!)

July 23, 2013

My Dear Punky,

I think you are experiencing your first crush and heartbreak. Last evening after dinner, we were hanging out with Gramma and Granpop for a little bit longer before they had to go home. The doorbell rang. Daddy went to see who it was. You thought it was The Boy From Down The Street coming to see you, but it wasn't. You were SO upset! We actually called The Boy From Down The Street's parents to see if he could come over for a little bit (don't think that will work when you are older, young lady!). And then when it was time for The Boy From Down The Street to go home and for you to go to bed, you got upset all over again. You like The Boy From Down The Street a lot right now. I am happy that you have made friends with him and that he enjoys your company too, he's always excited to see you. Daddy tried to console you and put you to bed, but you needed your Mommy. A girl needs a girl when her heart is hurting. As much as I hope it never happens, I know someday you will experience heartbreak again. And I hope I recognize that even if you are "just a kid" that the pain and sorrow is real for you. I hope I am able to comfort you then just as I did last night. But know this, my sweet daughter, you will get through it and be stronger for it. Heartbreak is an unfortunate part of life. Things end. Friendships. Relationships. Lives. Your family will always be here to help you through the tough times. Always.

Love you!

Mommy

Monday Morning Blahs

Here I sit in the wee hours of the morning, wake but not quite ready to face the day. I showered and then climbed back into bed, something I almost never do. I won't sleep, I'm not really even under the covers. I'm just not ready to go downstairs and wake my parents (henceforth known as the Rents). See, our babysitter requested the day off and the Rents agreed to watch Punky for the day so they crashed on our couch last night (sorry, no guest room at this time). I tend to rise early to avoid the hot water for the shower conflict. I. Hate. Cold. Showers. I get up, get in, get ready. By the time the Huz straggles in, the hot water heater has done its job- at least I assume, he's never complained about me hogging the heat. Typically I then go about my day. There's a hungry cat to feed and lunches to make and then the Punk herself gets up. 

This morning, the cat is oddly quiet. Could it be the Rents' dog is keeping the insistent, persistent mewing to a minimum? So back in bed for a few minutes it is. I'll have to wait the Rents soon enough. And trust me soon enough is early enough on their day off. Not to mention, the Punkster will keep them running all day! 

While I would like to still be sleeping- oh to sleep in! I realize this is just not my lot in life right now. I must tear myself away from my nice warm, comfy bed and begin my day. Begin what it likely to be an impossibly long week. 

I already know some of the craziness ahead- when you have reviews for two kids scheduled at the same time, on the same day, at the same location that gives you a clue... 

Oh, there's the kitty. Well, I got an extra 10 minutes of chill time I don't normally enjoy.

 

See you Friday for some fun, if I make it through!

Friday F*yawn*un

So yesterday morning when the Punk woke up early and I was able to rock with her for a while and get her to sleep a few minutes longer; I spent that time catching up on my aunt's blog. I was at least a week behind. 

This morning the rocking trick failed. I blame the persistently, insistently mewing cat. 

But whatever the reason, Punky was awake. Early. Too early.

Perfect time to try to sneak in a blog post while she is destroying my kitchen.

And it is Friday Fun Fill-In day!

Each week www.feelingbeachie.com posts four statements with blanks to be completed on your own blog. This week, co-host Susi from Boca Frau supplies the last two statements.

This week's statements:

1. Lately I have been _____ and it's driving me crazy.

2. I sometimes have a _____.

3. My favorite type of music is ____ because _____.

4. I'm always amazed by how much ____ my ____ can make.

My answers:

1. Lately I have been exhausted (but sleeping restlessly) and it's driving me crazy.

2. I sometimes have a strange urge to yodel. No, not really. I sometimes have a strange urge to shop. And I do not like shopping!

3. My favorite type of music is just about anything but country or rap because it isn't country or rap.

4. I'm always amazed by how much attention my cupcakes can make. (Too bad it isn't money!!) 

Making memories

Today the Huz and I took Punky to one of our local metro parks. It was hot and sunny and she didn't really like walking on the grassy trail- so we carried all 25 pounds of her on a short trail. I think we confused her though, so I can't blame her for pooping out on us after walking for a few minutes. We told her we were going to the park- which was true- but she heard "playground." After we finished the short loop, we found a playground to appease the Punk. Of course the slides were unbearably hot, but the swings were in the shade.

While she is too young to remember this experience, we did take a few pictures. And I hope we are beginning to lay the foundation for a love of the great outdoors. Both the Huz and I have a fondness for outside time and activities (not that we don't also love TV night...).  And with biologists in the family, I feel it only right to explore with her to see if she will be the next one stepping into hip waders to survey fish. 

I'd still like to take her camping, but I don't think the Huz is ready for that adventure yet and I certainly have no intention of playing single parent on a camping trip with a toddler. Not. Going. To. Happen. We'll need all our eyes and hands to keep her occupied and safe. Perhaps next summer...

Friday Fill In

Every Friday at www.feelingbeachie.com you can find 4 statements with blanks to post on your own blog. Send her your own statements and be a cohost like Susi at www.bocafrau.com who provided  two statements this week.

This week's statements:

1. I don't like ______

2. I have a difficult time using _____

3. I love _____ movies because _____

4. I prefer to read ____ because _____

My answers:

1. I don't like meat.

2. I have a difficult time using my work cell phone.

3. I love action movies because there's always excitement.

4. I prefer to read mysteries because I like them!

The Harbinger

"It is beautiful... the most beautiful thing you could possibly find or ever know or ever have in your days on earth."

What is so beautiful? Well, you'll have to read "The Harbinger" to find out. 

An interesting read, hard to describe... A mystery of sorts. A foreshadowing of sorts.  Definitely thought provoking.