TWO

Oh to be two. Two is filled with so many wonderful things. I'm still trying to figure out what is so terrible about this age, I hear three is more challenging. Being two means you get to run around the house in a hoodie with your bathing suit over the top when it's 10 degrees outside. You get to crack your family up, or yourself, with your new found sense of humor. It means that when you spontaneously make efforts to go pee on the potty and succeed, all the adults in the house (related by blood or not) dance around with glee! (Diapers, diapers go away, come back some other day.) Being two means filling boxes, bags and whatever you can get your hands on, then dumping it all out and starting over. Being two is cool.

Being two can also mean being part of something bigger...







Due mid September!

More Adventures In Motherhood

I've been away I know, just deal!

My most recent excuse is a sick family. Mark has been sick for a week, that followed my own illness. Now Maeve has picked up the torch and is running. I can now say with some reliability now that when Maeve says, "my belly hurts" that in some undetermined amount of time her stomach will evacuate it's contents by way of oral ejection. My job will be to not react to that statement as if Maeve has just turned into a ticking time bomb...nobody needs that when they are ill.

This past Saturday as Maeve woke with a fever and an achy belly, we prepared for a day of invalid activities. To this mom, on a day that was to reach 52 degrees F, a temperature that we have not seen, much less dared to dream about for many months, meant packing up and walking around the zoo in the stroller. What could be better? Lounging, fresh air and live entertainment! On our way, I decided to stop to pick up some granola at the Farmer's Market. Just as we get inside and are about to order our granola, Maeve's stomach contents found their way to the outside world once again. The both of us were covered in moments.

I was stunned to say the least, not really sure what to do first. I decided to head to the bathroom to discard most of it. Maeve just stood next to me crying as I washed off her jacket and mine. I wrapped up what I could and was going to head home - I did get my granola I'll have you know. If I just got puked on there was going to be some reward.

As we headed to the car, Maeve wrapped in my down vest, she cried, "but the animals mama, the animals." I promised her we make another attempt, but today would not be the day. Home for shower.