Ureka! The age old question is answered

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

http://edition.cnn.com/2006/TECH/science/05/26/chicken.egg/index.html

Has the Artistic Enhancer come out of retirement?

I asked myself this the other day when I was the recipient of an unexpected mental health day. (CU-3 was showing "flu symptoms" and was in quarintine for 24 hours. I still chalk it up to too much apple juice in the system.)

I was puttering through the garden while CU-3 puttered in her sand box and had the greatest of pleasures to find a few, unexplained treasures ...

To the anonymous contributor: Thank you for the good surprises. I usually don't like surprises. These are very very pleasant.

steamy situation

overheard on the bus today ...

"Oh yah, she had to go in for another ultrasound."

"Eh, really? Why?"

"They want to make sure she doesn't have a tropical pregnancy."

Moms

I just don't know how Mom's do it. They're always working. It doesn't matter where they work, or for whom, the bottom line is that usually they keep doing it until the job is done, especially when all others have abandoned the activity.

Hats off to you ladies!

What came in the e-mail ...

BEFORE I WAS A MOM

Before I was a Mom I slept as late as I wanted and never worried about how late I got into bed.
I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.
Before I was a Mom
I cleaned my house each day.
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom I had never been puked on.
Pooped on. Spit on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom
I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.

I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.

Starting off the week with a bang

Well, CU-2 had her first communion and I was there to witness it. With that event passing, it seemed that CU-2 didn't think that was enough of a bang for her. I got a call to come to her school this morning as her Father was not reachable. She'd had had an accident.

By the time I got there, her Father'd checked in and was on his way.

Turns out she'd fallen off a play structure (probably not using it as the structure was intended). Fractured her right wrist/arm area, as far as I can tell. (Information will not be forthcoming until Friday when the children cross over.)

CU-2 was one upset little girl. Worried about getting hurt more. I haven't been able to connect with her directly. I missed her call tonight. I did hear that she picked out a blue waterproof cast that's coming off later this month.

I'll get the low-down more, when she's home Friday.

Je t'aime my belle.

XX Maman

Reality - that is just for the rest of you all

I think I live in another world.

This weekend, my DH and I spent the weekend puttering around the house. I fitted a 1.5 ft pond in the front yard, complete with fairy lights. I moved the train and barn to the side of the yard where CU-3 might find them again. Nessy is still in the front yard and I am waiting for more yard sales or a few mongo adventurers to update and fresh the yard.

Je ne suis pas un écureuil

The other day I had to find CU-1. He was so deeply engrossed in his GameBoy game that I thought he'd have the bends coming back up.

"Repeat after me "Je ne suis pas un écureuil."

"Quoi maman?"

"Je ne suis pas un écureuil."

A slow gin grin crawls across his face. His dimple drills into his cheek as he shuffles to the bathroom and picks up his clothes behind the door.

When nagging a child, there is room for humor.