Monday, September 22, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Check out our latest find at etsy.
Description ••• ••• ••• HALLOWEEN at SEW GRACIOUS ••• ••• •••
• A fun little bag, perfect for collecting candy on Halloween night! Your little princess or pirate can carry a handmade candy bucket . . . much better & more eco-friendly than the plastic pumpkin! ;-)
• Don't have a little one? What a cute Halloween decoration for your home! Fill it with candy & keep it by the door; ready for Trick or Treaters on October 31.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Point to PonderKids have little computer bodies with disks that store information. They remember who had to do the dishes the last time you had spaghetti, who lost the knob off the Tv set six years ago, who got punished for teasing the dog when he wasn't teasing the dog and who had to wear girls boots the last time it snowed.
The Joy of Motherhood
My shirt is almost always dirty, remember to not wear white. On a given day I can have various baby bodily fluids, leaking breastmilk, dog drool, or even chocolate kisses on my shoulder from hugging toddlers.
I haven't been in the bathroom by myself in years. Instead, I go with little helpers handing me towels and toilet paper. ("Mommy, my you have pretty panties" This is especially nice when you are at a public bathroom and there is line of people waiting to go.)
My post-pregnant body is scarred with the battle wounds of pregnancy and breastfeeding... stretch marks, loose skin, c-section scars, and ummm.... fat. I wouldn't change a thing.
I listen to theme songs from the Disney Channel for twenty minutes in the car and then realize the kids are not even in the car!
I let my three year old give me a manicure, and then leave it for weeks, proudly showing it off.
I am responsible for all... lost shoes ("Mom, why can't I find my shoes?!!"), lost clothing and toys, and meals that aren't good ("Why did you cook this? I don't really like it.") When things go wrong, it is all my fault.
My three year old tells me I am beautiful, all the time. Even when I know I don't.
I never feel lonely, or unloved. I hear "I love you, Mommy" daily.
I can have hour long conversations about the wonderful things my children do every day... how much they are learning and growing. I am their teacher.
I love good music and good books and take time to enjoy them regularly. My kids know I love good books and good music, and I hope they will one day enjoy it too.
I'll never look back and wish I had more time to play with my kids.
When everything goes right, I get credit for that too. Completely rewarding.
The joy of motherhood.