The phone rang tonight.
It was for Grace. It was Andrew, the 7 year old grandson of my in-laws’ next-door-neighbors in Florida. I guess Grace and Andrew really bonded during her Florida trip in March. He was calling to “say hi.”
Yikes.
Sadly she was not here, so she will call him back, but … wow.
Not ready!!!
Quotes from the weekend:
Whit: “It’s bad to honk.”
Grace: “No, it’s okay to honk. Like sometimes if the driver in the car in front of you at a red light is on their blackberry and they don’t notice the light is green so you honk to let them know the light is green.”
Whit, handed a palm from Palm Sunday service by Nana: “It’s a lightsaber!”
Hannah: “I’m going to be a mommy when I grow up. I’m going to drop my kids off at school.”
Grace, Whit and I went to Wild Child in Arlington to visit my friend Dana Klein (store owner), get photographs taken (she had a photographer there today), and make a couple of small purchases. Grace’s American Girl doll came along for the ride. … See my Tabblo>
Guess who plays the straight man?
I adore this post about the experience of motherhood. It evokes the twin emotions I feel on a daily basis: deep joy and unsettling ambivalence.
So, to write my own list of five things I love about being a mother:
1. The absolute hilarity of the things that come out of their mouths. Whit and his majesty pants, Grace and her mouth-of-marbles attempts at using really big words (today was “inevitable”).
2. The rediscovery of string cheese, chicken nuggets, ritz crackers, macaroni and cheese, and those divine fruit gummy things that are pretending they aren’t candy. Also, that every restaurant meal comes with french fries.
3. The occasional demonstration of genuine affection between them. When I bust them playing nicely together or holding hands crossing the street.
4. The way sleeping children are just so sound asleep. And the delicious, Johnsons-baby-shampoo smell of their heads in sleep. And the pajamas. I love pajamas, especially from The Gap.
5. Children’s music. I unabashedly listen to Raffi, Steve Songs, and other children’s CDs even when driving alone.