Little Boys

February 27, 2009

There is nothing sweeter than a bouquet of flowers from a little boy.

Tiny flower heads with stems far too small to put into any vase. Flowers that are usually called weeds by everyone except for little boys who think that they are beautiful.

As do their mothers.

Sweaty curls. Chubby hands. And dimples you could fall into.

Don’t even get me started on the eyelashes.

Since moving, Miles has been sleeping in his own room. For the past 50 months he had never slept more than 10ft away from me. I didn’t think I would miss seeing him sleeping in the middle of the night. Or that I would miss him flinging the covers off of me and kneeing me in the stomach to climb into the middle of the bed. But I do.

What’s next? An apartment across town?

The Moving Van Arrives

February 25, 2009

And I find myself telling them to put everything in the garage, which is what happens when you move into a house that has less than half the square footage and no basement.

I know someone will ask, this is a rental house. We are RENTERS, for now! No idea how long “for now” might be. It might end up being forever because I am watching three moving men carry all of our crap into this house and have zero desire to do this again. Especailly if I do not have people packing, moving, and unpacking for me.

Texas, Baby

February 24, 2009

Austin.

My daughter says y’all are good. She also told someone we met the other day that they sounded just like Sandy Cheeks. Anyone with kids who watch SpongeBob will find that humorous.

Also, I am not sure I will ever be able to say y’all seriously. Or the puzzling “all uh y’all”

I have not been meaning to drag this out, honestly. It’s just that moving is hard. There is so much to do. Like wear our Mardis Gras beads. (Something I don’t think I will find quite so cute on my daughter in 13 years when I wonder who she was flashing to get them thrown to her.)

And eat our Fat Tuesday pancakes.

That are free at IHOP.

Free pancakes that ended up costing me $40 when all was said and done. Damn they charge a lot for bacon.

Also, baseball season is in full swing. And let me just say that they take their sports very seriously here. There is no A for effort.

This suits my 8 yr old perfectly who last year, at age seven, said that he wasn’t playing baseball for fun. He has found his people. And they are a crazy, crazy bunch. And I like the mothers of the players on his team. When they invited us over for a meet and greet practice at their house and went for a liquor store run, well let’s just say I think I may have found some people. Not going to call them “my” people quite yet. But at the very least they don’t make me want to poke myself repeatedly in the eye with a fork.

Also I had to buy sunscreen today because I got a sunburn. In February. I know. You can hate me. I would too if I were you.

Fifteen

February 23, 2009

Fourteen

Thirteen

My daughter looked out the car window at the cows and screamed, “Mommy, that have fat black deer here!”

Twelve

Yes, I sort of hate me too.

Eleven

Ten

Poor baby fell asleep in the cart.

Yup, I have my teeny tiny allen wrench ready.

Nine

Where I was less than 24 hours after arriving at our new location. Some things never change.