Since that one kind of flew under the radar, I'll give you another clue. Actually, two. The first clue is that this movie has been quoted previously in this blog. Yes, I'm using it again. Because I like it. And the second clue is another line from the movie. It is:
"I heard it was going to be a [heck] of a show."
"Who told you that?"
"Some guy I know."
Good luck to all.
Now that ZimDee is well on the road to recovery I finally have some time to write. Girlie has not shown any signs of the flu, and I hope it stays that way. This was a really nasty bug. It would be oh so unfair for her to get sick over spring break.
Speaking of Girlie, indoor soccer has started, and it looks like she's going to have a great season. They still don't assign specific positions in 2nd grade, but she is a really good goalie. I'm very proud of her.
Sproutie has started scooting on his tummy; not quite a crawl yet, but almost. Let me make it perfectly clear that while I'm in no way holding him back, I'm also not in any hurry for him to walk. Because he is my last baby, I'm just trying to savor every single moment, for this will never come again. So take your time, baby boy.
Also my birthday is this Sunday. I bring it up because I have always gotten this feeling the birthday after one of my kids was born. I'll try to describe it the best I can: just a kind of sadness that I will no longer be the age I was when I gave birth to them; like that year of my age belonged to them. Does anyone know what I'm trying to say? These are the sweet days; my days of Pooh. Let's let Kenny Loggins sing it for us:
The days will come when my kids are more independent, and that certainly brings more freedom for me. To knit, to go to the movies, to not be a human pacifier if you know what I'm saying. Having three small children means that my life is messy; it's in a constant state of chaos. Does it make me tired? Very much so. Do I get frustrated? Absolutely. But when I got pregnant with Sproutie I decided to just dive head first into all the chaos and accept that I would be living "in Topeka" for several years. And I love my life. Every peanut-butter stained, poopy diaper, tantrum-throwing, sleep-deprived, crying babies, toys all over the house, never a minute to myself, baby hugs with chubby arms, sloppy wet kiss, crooked smile, "wuvitoo so much mommy" day. Some days more than others.
My love to all.