Bathtime Bubbles 3-08

Bathtime Bubbles

Yesterday was a busy day! Landon had a fieldtrip with his preschool class to the local library. He was quite excited about it and recounted every last detail to me when I picked him up. From there we travelled down to where my mom lives (about 45 mintues away) to see a friend who had two puppies. Landon loved the dogs and wanted to play with them for awhile. From there we went to my mom's where I took the kids on a walk (my mom was gone) and then laid them down for a nap. My mom came home around 4 and I left to go get my hair cut (super short, but I like it in a cute and funky sort of way). When I got back my dad made us his famous chocolate chip pancakes...there is no beating those things, YUM! And my mom gave the kids a bath which you can clearly see, both boys enjoyed immensely. Despite Noah's stranger anxiety he loves my mom and readily leaves my arms for hers. She is the only person he will do that to, and it took my by surprise but made me happy. There is something sweet about a baby only wanting you, but at the same time, it gets a little wearing. It was nice to not be needed everysinglesecond.

Ok, so I just love going down to my mom's. Same house I grew up. My old bedroom, Landon now claims as his own. I know every single carpet fiber in that house...every dent in the trim, every mark on the ceiling...they all have a memory for me. The tub my boys took a bath in, I have pictures of myself taking a bath in when I was a baby. I love it. I loved driving to get my hair cut and seeing the softball field I used to play on when I was 6, 7, 8. Going to the only grocery store in town and seeing the same girl working there that did when I was in elementary school (wait, maybe that is not a good thing ), crossing the bridge over the river and remembering fun times on a friend's boat. Everywhere I go there is a memory and I love to revisit. Nothing changes down there. That may not be a good thing, but it is a chance to get lost in my childhood memories. It is just weird though because as much as nothing has changed down there, I have changed. I still feel like I am 10, 15, even 18, but I am not. I am a mother of two kids. I have a mortgage and a husband and responsiblity out of my ears. But when I am there, I still feel like my old self.

Noah was found playing in the toilet on Monday. Anyone that knows me, knows that this is something that I could never have imagined happening in my house. But hey, its true...everything you think before you have kids flies out the window when you actually do. I just kept thinking of Krista and her story of Kain playing in a poopy potty. That would have most definitely put me over the edge.

Noah has been afraid of the stairs for awhile. I think becuase every time he would go near them we would break out in the "Bad Owie" chorus. Well the other night he got over his fear and when we turned around, he was half way up. Seriously...up until then he would not even touch them, he acted like they were alive. Then he got brave and climbed them all. Now there is no stopping him.

Rabbits are eating four of my five bushes in the front of my house. Someone, please tell me what to do to make them stop.

Ok, I never do surveys, and I never do these, "get to know me" type of things (not for any particular reason...they just don't typically perk my interest), but faithchick's idea of question asking strikes me as fun, and I am feeling a little dry these days. So there is a first time for everything. If you have a question you want to ask me, go for it. If it is within the realm of reasonable, I will answer it next post! Here is your chance to ask me anything about myself so that you all can get to know me a little better.