Addie’s counting goes something like this:
“1…2…4…5…” It always ends with a clap.
The other morning I went in to the kids’ rooms (separated by glass French doors) and found Zack sitting next to Addie in her crib, rubbing her head and giving her kisses and saying, “It’s OK, baby, It’s OK.”
Now THAT is a great start to your day.
I’ve returned to writing. Very minimally.
As a freelancer for the Life section (human interest/features) of the newspaper where I used to work.
My first three stories are under my belt.
It’s good to be back.
A couple of weeks ago, I took a last-minute trip two hours away with a friend. And came back with a soul sister. The reasons were not what I wanted — I mean, I’d much prefer a fun story about Chip ‘n’ Dales or a few shots of tequila. But 11 a.m. margaritas and deciding who the man in the relationship was is almost just as good, maybe better.
Where’s the parking garage?
I brought a notebook!
Whenever Addie is stuck (which is often because she is a little monkey), she proclaims, “I SUCK!!!”
I can’t tell you how hard we laugh at this one.
“Oh no, Addie, you’re very amazing. Oh, you’re so smart and lovely.” Tears streaming down our face.
I love our “other daughter” Aubrey more than words can say. She visits with us once or twice a week and she is like part of our family. (Also the most well-behaved child, haha!) I love her witty sentences and exclamations and the way she dances with Zack and converses with Addie.
Zack made a friend named Lily at his school when he first started in August. Lily first met me while I waited for ZMan in the hallway. She looked me up and down and asked who I was and I was so taken back by this tough lil lady that I had to laugh.
“I’m Zack’s Mommy.”
Zack’s not ready, she said. I’ll tell him you’re here.
I looked for the camera and the Candid Camera crew. That’s funny, I thought.
And she did bring him back, leading him by the hand and helping him put on his shoes. I’ve seen them hug and she always says goodbye to him when I pick him up at lunchtime.
Then a few weeks ago, I was waiting for him and she was in the hallway.
“You know, Zacky’s my best friend,” she told me with a smile.
“Really? That’s so nice. How come? What makes him a good friend?”
She thought for a second. “Well, he pushes me sometimes, but I push him back. I love him.” And she marched off, leaving me crying in the hallway in a moment that was much grander than a four-year-old’s from-the-mouths-of-babes moment.
Lily is off to a Big Girl School while Zack stays where he’s at for another year. And I’ll miss her. She is, for however long or however little, Zack’s first self-proclaimed best friend in a world that I thought would be too mean and too hard.
And she still asks about him. Her Mommy wants to set up a surprise playdate for the kiddos. I can’t wait.
I’m taking the kids on a grand adventure starting tomorrow. We’ll be visiting four stops of friends and family in NJ and MA. There will be beach time and lots of photo-taking and hugs and chickey kisses hopefully a glass of wine. I’m excited for our our first little vacation this year. I’m sad Scott can’t make it (because of work) but am so grateful for the life I’ve been given and the opportunity and love and how all the doors that have closed and opened have led me to this overpacked car.