I've had a bit of writers block lately. What to say? Everything's just daily life, minute by minute, day by day, passing us by. Wake up, get the boy on the bus, go to work, come home and see what new paperwork he's brought home, make supper with the kids hanging on my ankles, attempt to clean up and go crazy because its impossible to clean up, put the kids to bed and then go to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat.
There are the little things that happen all along the way that make each day unique, like Shelly saying "Grandpa" incredibly clearly. So clearly, in fact, that we tried to call Grandpa so she could talk to him but we had some technical difficulties on our end, and when we called back I think he'd taken the phone off the hook cause he was tired of telemarketers or something. Or Acher told us that his class had released the butterflies they'd been raising in their classroom, and that somehow led to a discussion of all the fun things we like about camping. Today Archer told me that I'm ugly because my hair was going everywhere right after I'd towel dried it and hadn't combed it yet. Yesterday he told me I'm the best mom. Shelly's getting better and better at singing Twinkle Twinkle and also mixes the sounds with the ABC's. She very clearly sings "Now I know" right in the middle of all the other sounds... "Now I know my A B Cs!" Archer's favorite game lately is to be a Super Spy, Shelly's favorite game is to follow Archer around while he yells in frustration because he's trying to hide from everyone but she keeps finding him.
Through all of this, I keep hearing the country song "Time Marches On."
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How could I know that in an attempt to shut out the outside world of telemarketers infringing on my personal time, that I would also shut out my granddaughter! Life can be cruel. Seems like the way that life works is that you have to put up with 99 unfavorable moments just so you don't miss that magic 1 moment when it finally comes along. Sorry I missed that last one.
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