4:30am

So, my loving spouse had to go out of town on business today. This is not a typical thing with his work and he hated having to do it on the wee boy's birthday, but it could not have been helped. It really is okay. The giant celebration occurred yesterday and was spectacular. I will write about it later. Anyway, said spouse arose at 4:30am and, despite his firm belief to the contrary...he is NOT quiet. I am happy about it. Yes, I said happy about it. You know me, I am NOT morning people and am exhausted from the celebration of my son's birth, but I am thrilled to be sitting here in the dark of the predawn typing away and I will tell you why. My daughter loves the idea of fairies. She has a small, square, wooden box...well, tray is likely more accurate. My mother gave it to her for her birthday and it is full of sand and little beach toys. She loves it. Both kids love sand toys. Likely because they make me batty and are messy, but whatever the case...the kids love sand toys. When my daughter first got the sand box it somehow ended up with a couple of coins in it. Likely the result of a brother who is forbidden to touch the sand box. (Do not worry about him, he got his own yesterday. Likely because my mother loves him more than she does me. :) But I digress. When my daughter discovered the coins in the sand and no one was forthcoming about how they got there, she decided that fairies must be responsible. Upon sharing this theory with me, I of course vowed secretly in my own mind to perpetuate this belief when ever possible. What does all of this have to do with me being awake at 4:30am and happy about it? Last night my precious angel left her sand box on the kitchen table and I know that she did it to see if the fairies will strike again. Normally I am good at taking care of these things but last night I was TOTALLY exhausted and went to bed early. When my loving spouse arose at the ridiculous hour I oozed out of bed, scavenged for change and loaded both children's sand boxes. See...happy. Also, I got to send my man out into the world with a hug, a kiss and a muttered statement of love. It is all good. :)

My precious first born

So, my daughter is cleaning her room today...not because I asked her to, not because her father demanded it. We got home form a weekend with the family and she just decided to do it. She comes down the stairs and asks for a bag. I take it up and she has decided to rid her room of 30 stuffed animals and an entire trash bag of toys. WOW! Stuffed animals somehow hold her soul and we recently thinned the herd by an entire trash bag already, so this is very unexpected. When I question her motives to get a feel for whether this is temporary and will be reconsidered within the next 24 hours or real she says to me...in all seriousness..."It's not that I don't love my stuff, Mommy...I can't help it. It is the way God made me, with a heart to give." WOW. She is amazing and for real. I cannot for the life of me figure out how I got so lucky twice. My kids amaze and inspire me. I hope o be them when I grow up. We are now looking for the proper charity to donate the beloved items. They must go to children who need them. This is the rule of their former owner. Man, did I mention that I love her? Did I also mention how hard I had to giggle at her nearly 4 year old brother? He is not yet as enlightened and deeply in the age of "if I see it, I must have it and will figure out later whether I want it or not." It was KILLING him to see his sister purge her room of once precious worldly goods. He was more than happy to offer his room as a new home to the now homeless items. Bless his heart.

Wow

So, in 2008 I was going to start a blog. I said I was technologically challenged, and I stand by that as it is now half way through 2010 and this is my second post and I still have no idea what I am doing. It isn't that I have had nothing to say for the last 2+ years, as anyone who knows me knows that I am seldom out of words. (And really, if you do not know me, what are you doing reading about my life...stalker.) I forgot where my blog was, how to access it and how to make time to post. I am trying again...maybe. Bear with me...or is it bare with me...I always wonder. Either way, I am trying. You do not know that because, well, I have not shared my blog with anyone. Why would I? There is nothing to read or look at yet. I hope one day, to be be able to post pictures here. We shall see what time has in store. Maybe Sarah can come and tutor me one day in all of her spare time. LOL!