The biggest news is that we put an offer in on a house. House-buying can be an emotional process, especially in a sellers market with limited inventory. I sent a short letter to the sellers. I was tempted to shave a kid's head, shove him/her into a wheelchair, snap a picture, and send it along with the letter.
Today is fast Sunday. I want to be a better mother: selfless, loving, teach by example, know exactly what my kids need, but mostly selfless. I was listening to talk while I took the dog out this morning: "mothers' most important duty is raising their children." I believe that and worry at times that nursing school is selfish, that sometimes I get caught up in myself and studying more than I should when I have so much awesomeness around me.
Like Iris, the budding chef who made Elijah's 3-tiered birthday cake:
And Sybil, who, if she had one wish, it would be to be magic. One morning, when we were rushed to get out of the house, I was searching for her everywhere, then opened the car door and found this:
And Claire who is growing up way too fast. This week I need to take Clair to buy bras. She's been wearing hand-me-downs from a friend and now it's time for the real deal. Am I allowed to write this in a public forum? Chances are she won't read it for another decade, so hopefully I'm safe. I love the little teenager she's turning into.
Then there's my boy. This week we were out getting him some soccer socks and he was mad at me for something. I made him pinky promise to never be mad at a me again if I bought him a burger and a shamrock shake. He agreed but added the addendum: "until I forget this promise."
I'll take what I can get.
Here are some throwback pictures I found a few weeks ago from the Nola aquarium:
"You poo."
I interpreted the "poo" as a verb, stating an obvious fact of life instead of as an insulting noun.
Either way, it's a sign that at least I'm doing a few things right as a mother.
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