Tonight is one of those nights where if I were someone who actually planned out their blog posts I might have something to write about. LOL But I’m not. The fact of the matter is that my muse is pulling me in a few different directions and I’m feeling somewhat scattered because of it.
I want to write about the fabulous Father’s Day crafts the girl and I have been working on… but if either my Dad or hers actually read the post it would ruin the surprise. I want to write about a MW friend of mine who’s ghost hunting stories got me thinking about all the things out there we don’t really know about. I want to write more about Skippyjon Jones, and my surprise at how few people I know have heard about this fabulous series of books. I want to write about the fact that kid-kid is going to be “graduating” from pre-k this month, and what choices we’ve made about our next step. So… yeah… kinda being pulled in a few too many directions just now. 😉
Do you ever have one of those days? When you’ve spent time working on so many different projects, and thinking about so many different things, that you’re just left feeling kinda scattered at the end of it? The girl and I do so many fabulous things (today we actually drew our own chalk zoo on the sidewalk in front of our house – complete with lion, 2 crocodiles who’s heads we created by tracing our butts and legs, a baby elephant who’s nose is too big for her face, a hippopotamus, a bear wearing blue jeans and loafers, and a bunch of people who came to see them all), and I always have so much on the go that the problem is rarely coming up with something to write about – rather it’s narrowing down to ONE thing to share.
I really do love everything I’m involved in, and the fact of the matter is, I’ve actually cut back a great deal. I’m no longer the President of the Green Party of Saskatchewan, nor am I associated with Camp fYrefly, and I haven’t been dedicating the time to scrapbooking that I used to. I’m also done with dog shows (at least for the next month or so – I doubt I’ll ever actually be done with them, I love them too much). Yet my plate is still happily full. And of everything I do? I love the things I do with, or for my daughter the best… and that includes a LOT of things. 😉
Whenever Lily-Ann and I get talking, I can’t help but emphasize to her how lucky we are… in so very many ways. But one of the simplest is that our lives are full of love. We both have so many people who love us and care about us. And that is a very big deal.
Yep. It’s a good life.
I initially planned on sharing a couple stories today… the girlie had her pre-k graduation ceremony today (no, she won’t be in kindergarten next year, she’ll be in pre-k again – so next year this time we’ll have another pre-k graduation). She had a playdate too. I also considered sharing the little tale I shared on FB, which I suppose I still can because it’s short (though I considered telling the elongated version). But instead I’ll share something else, but only after the story I shared on FB. LOL
Today, the girlie said to me that she was going to pretend to be a lichen. But she went on to clarify: “a lichen that grows on trees mom, not the people who turn into werewolves”. I thought it was pretty cute. And if nothing else, I think we can safely say that we’ve provided her with a well rounded education thus far. 🙂
So… early in the evening, I dropped the wee girlie and my husband off at my parents place before heading to a photo shoot. My parents were heading out and asked if we could watch everyone. Well, when I came back after my shoot and was making myself a grilled cheese sandwich the girlie came running into the kitchen and asked me to get my camera to take a picture of her and her Auntie Marie (my sister and Lily-Ann Marie’s namesake).
Firstly, Lily-Ann never asks me to get my camera to take a picture of her. She’s sick of me taking pictures of her. I have to barter to get pictures of her these days.
Second, Lily and Marie are often not even on talking terms. They love one another, but they each have a problem with one another too. With the girlie, it’s the green eyed monster. Marie gets my attention (or my moms) and the girlie doesn’t want to share it. With Marie, the problem is that the girlie is three… and three is chaos.
So, for Lily-Ann to come running into the kitchen asking me to take a photo of the two of them together? That’s big. She further elaborated (when I took too long at the hot stove) “Mom, Marie is outside. I asked her and she said yes. Go get your camera, I need you to take a picture of us.” What else could I do? I turned off the stove and got my camera. But asking me to take ONE picture? Nuh uh.