What's that sound you hear?

 

That's the sound of my heart.  It goes a little bit like pitter, patter, click, click, snap, snap.  The curious thing is, I can't hear or feel it unless this little guy is around to trigger it.  It seems he's stolen it, and there is not sign of him giving it back.  At least I know it is in good hands, and he will gladly relinquish it  before I am ready.  

When I look in to those eyes I see my future and my past in a giant blur of I-have-got-to-be-one-of-the-luckiest-girls-alive.

Someone stop me before I spoil this boy rotten!

Tired

I am so tired. Being a mom and a full time employee is no fun. I won't pretend to like it. I don't like it. I long to stay at home with Avery and sing songs every day. I would love to come and meet Greggie for lunch occasionally or bring him a picnic basket. I want to be June Cleaver. I want to always look neat, pressed, and ready.

Instead I am tired, haggard, and behind. All of the time! I give myself 15 minutes a night to look at the computer. I can't even get ahead enough to look at work.

If I could stay at home I would be the happiest girl alive, but I cannot. So tomorrow I will get up and start the whole mess over again. It makes me so sad that other people are raising Avery.

I sure wish I would have know I would feel this way before he came along. I would have planned better. To the girls who can't imagine staying at home, good for you. Don't judge me for longing for nothing more than to have my family be my full time job. I am not judging you for your professional ambition. In fact, I am jealous of it. If I were more professionally motivated maybe it would feel less like my heart was about to leap out of my chest every morning when I leave Avery to go to WORK!




Avery kissing his buddy bear

My Name is Avery and I like to Dance!

I couldn't resist just one of my little man in the DJ Lance Rock Magic Dance hat. He loves to see you dance in it, but he hates to have it on his own head. He tolerates it only with bribery and distraction, and then only for mere seconds!

Finger Puppets are Our Friends!

So, in case you haven't heard me say it, I love Yo Gabba Gabba. L-O-V-E. When my friend KMT told me that Jack-in-the-Box restaurants had Yo Gabba Gabba finger puppets I had to have them, and here they are:


Please note that Skylar is also wearing our DJ Lance Rock Magic dance hat. That thing really gives you a workout! Avery thinks it is hysterical.

Plex - The Magic Robot

Muno - he's tall and friendly

Brobee - the little green one

I should also confess that I slightly more than love I-Carly. Avery might not have the best mom in the world, but I am having fun trying.

Won't you come out and play with DJ Lance Rock today?

Plant Yourself Where You CAN Bloom

The weirdest things motivate me. I understand and own this. I am ok and at peace with that. I am different, and I am glad.

This last 6 months has been especially taxing on my house. Not that my house was anything to brag about to begin with, but it is out of control. When one of my pals, Melissa, stopped by to visit on Sunday I was especially embarrassed. I literally have tumbleweed behind my doors. It's quite disgraceful, but I wouldn't give back a second of the time I have spent squeezing on my best boy Avery. For him, I embrace the tumbleweed.

The outside of my house has equally suffered. There is a pot full of dirt with no flower on my front steps. As Melissa and I walked by it, I reached in to pull out a crazy weed. Well, that weed had a different idea. When I lifted the weed, the whole pot came off of the steps. It WOULD NOT come out. We walked on, I was irritated, but it stuck with me.

If there's one thing I have learned from my friends over at Yo Gabba Gabba its that we should be kind to everyone. This includes bugs according to the song. From this I reached the natural conclusion that weeds should get the same courtesy. After all, I imagine this little weed seedling coasting through the air, probably singing, "I, I will survive, as long as ...... wait a MINUTE. There is a pot of Miracle Grow potting soil sitting EMPTY. Today is my day." So down plops this little weed seed, and here come the roots.

I imagine that now he sings something along the lines of, "this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine...". So it is in that little weed that I gathered this message: People say things like "Bloom where you are planted", but I think, like this little weed, we should plant ourselves where we can bloom and then hold on for dear life.

Oh to have the courage and resolve of this little weed is my wish! You have a home in my Miracle Grow until the winter comes and bids you farewell.

Also, when you pick your spot, make sure you have at least one smiling face to support you. This little inorganic gal has been hanging around since October 25, 2008. She never stops smiling, and she never looses her glasses. This pot if full of LOVE!