Yep, Day 2 of Brandon being away and we (myself and the kids) were in a car accident. All I can say is it was not my fault and thankfully we were not injured. We were rear-ended from behind at the end of an off-ramp on the way to McDonalds for a little lunch and playtime. So we had the "pleasure" of sitting literally across the street from the Golden Arches for an hour waiting for the police to show up. Amazingly, a sheriff finally just happened to drive by (not even responding to my call), noticed me standing on the side of the road feeding Marcus his squash and stopped to ask if we were ok. (Um no... see that deformed bumper back there?)
The good news? I wasn't driving in the Czech Republic. Therefore I could communicate with the other driver, the 911 dispatcher, the police officer AND my insurance company. Amazing how much ground you can cover when all parties are speaking in English!
The bad news? The other driver was uninsured. And that door ding I noticed just last Sunday really pales in comparison to my shiny red schmucked up bumper.
Now that we got that out of the way, the rest of the week should go just fine.
Flying Solo
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Or more aptly, "Crawling Solo". Brandon left this evening for a weeklong trip to Germany/Switzerland. And I'd stick with the flying solo title if only I hadn't been feeling lately as though my wings are clipped and I'm hanging onto my tree branch by my toenails. Being a mom is tough. Being a mom to two small ones with a travelling husband while trying to settle into this new place we call home is challenging at best. Throw a 3-year old (going on 16) into the mix and mommy contemplates tying herself in a straight jacket. Hmmmm... may a mommy put HERSELF into timeout???
So please pray for us in this upcoming week. That I will have an extra dose of love and patience for the kiddos and that we will navigate this week ahead with grace and strength and maybe even have fun while we're at it.
So please pray for us in this upcoming week. That I will have an extra dose of love and patience for the kiddos and that we will navigate this week ahead with grace and strength and maybe even have fun while we're at it.
Where has my little girl gone?
She woke up one day, picked up her crayons, started coloring in the lines and with the correct color palette! Literally, yesterday she was just scribbling erratically.
I'd get all weepy-eyed and sentimental here about my daughter growing up, but she threw a doozie of a temper-tantrum later that morning (...and afternoon) firmly reminding me of her age.
Role Reversal
Lydia recently informed me that she wanted "Cars" pjs. I found them on sale a few days later and decided "Why not?!?" After all, that's what I love so much about Lydia: her natural ability to be both princess and lover of dinosaurs, making it appear completely normal to wear a necklace and crown while building a new track for Thomas and His Friends.
Then I turned around to discover Marcus with a "boa" and star magic wand.
I am sensing some gender confusion in our household.
Let the parties begin!
Only 2 months into the preschool year, and Lydia has already been invited to her first birthday party for a little girl in her class. It was at a gymnastics gym nearby, and once Lydia crawled out of her Little Shy Girl cocoon, she had a great time. The foam block pit was her favorite activity. We even got to break out the little leotard that Gramma Voorst bought for Lydia... she was oh, so proud!
Marcus had a great time too, crawling into the midst of the gym apparatus without a moment's hesitation. That little guy is crazy!
Note Lydia's height in comparison with the 4-year old birthday girl on the left. THIS is why people often confuse her for a 5-year old!
Marcus had a great time too, crawling into the midst of the gym apparatus without a moment's hesitation. That little guy is crazy!
Note Lydia's height in comparison with the 4-year old birthday girl on the left. THIS is why people often confuse her for a 5-year old!
