Precious Sunglasses...

Written Wednesday Evening...

I was all in a tizzy this morning because I lost my sunglasses.

Under the guise of picking up Bubbalu's swimsuits that I forgot at my In-Law's house I loaded the kids up in the car and drove across town to search for them.

No, I didn't find them at my In-Law's or my parent's house.

No they weren't in my car.

No, they weren't in Lance's car. (And yes, I DID call and bug him at work to search his car for them. As if you really want your dentist to stop mid-drilling to answer a phone call from his wife asking if he has seen her precious sunglasses.)

So I did what was natural and logical. I blamed Bubbalu.

Me, "Bubba, did you take Mama's sunglasses?"

Bubbalu, "Bubba, did you take Mama's sunglasses?"

*sigh*

Me, "Where did you put them?"

Bubbalu, "Where did you put them?"

**sigh**

Me, "Show Mama where you put her sunglasses."

Bubbalu, "Show Mama where you put her sunglasses."

***SIGH!***

Clearly I was getting through to him.

I searched all his normal stash locations: the toy box, under all the couches, his shopping cart full of cars and behind the computer.

No sunglasses.

I finally grabbed a pair of inferior sunglasses and pouted for the next one or three hours.

Until I found my sunglasses. In my closet.

Oh that's right! I took them off to change my shirt...which means I unnecessarily blamed Bubbalu. Whoops.

I did apologize and told him that Mommy was wrong.

It's important to fess up and apologize to our kids when we do wrong by them. We are their best teachers and they learn by watching and hearing us.

Unfortunately Bubbalu has now learned that lost sunglasses makes for a major Mama freak-out. I'm sure he'll store that bit of information in his "Things That Make Mama Freak" file to pull out and use on an especially boring day...

A

Welcome Home...

She was completely and all-encompassingly focused. You could try talking to her, but you wouldn't get far.

She stood amidst a swarm of strangers not seeing them or caring about them. It was busy and loud as families, spouses and friends were reunited. She couldn't hear them. She stood staring at the exit of the escalator waiting to see a familiar face. She was quiet. She was focused. She was waiting.

She's been waiting over a year for this moment. This moment that will forever be etched in her heart and mind.

She has a three week old precious baby girl. She has been a single parent for over a week as her husband has been gone on this journey. She is tired and emotional but eager.

Her brother whistles and motions that he can spot them coming up the escalator.

The video cameras start rolling...the cameras are turned on and ready to go.

Her heart is ready.

She first spots her husband's brilliantly smiling face. He has never smiled so brightly before...not even on their wedding day. It is a proud smile. A tender smile. A fatherly smile.

Next she spots a little dark head that he is carrying in his front pack. As he nears the top you can see two little dangling arms, two dangling legs.

She runs forward and clings to her husband and her new baby boy. They fumble with the many straps, struggle to lift him out and then finally, finally FINALLY she is at last holding him in her arms...and in her heart. She is sobbing and shaking as she holds him, the enormity of the moment overwhelming her.



She kisses her husband and turns to face her waiting family.

She walks over, shows him to us and says, "this is our son!"



He is introduced to his little sister. Their family has doubled in less than a month.



Welcome home Isaiah Melkiso. Welcome home and welcome into our hearts. You are muchly loved.



Love your Auntie,

A

We Just Stay Home And Lie Around...

Happily enjoying lying around and doing nothing today.

And by nothing I do mean cleaning the house, doing laundry, feeding and clothing two children and trying to stay cool.

I love being a stay-at-home pirate...


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