Three Ring Circus

I just ran downstairs after hearing my daughter screech, “MOOOOOOOMMMMMYYYYYY!” only to find her dangling from the top of the door jam in the basement.

How did she get up there? I couldn’t tell you.  But however she managed to get up, she couldn’t figure out how to come back down.  And there she dangled, like a wild little monkey, screaming for help.

So I’m taking her in today to sign her up for gymnastics.  I’ve thought about it for awhile, but this solidified for me the need to channel her energy, bravery and athleticism in a more productive way.

Or I will most definately die young of heart failure…

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Sloan went to bed with a rash all over his legs last night.  It was little red dots all up his legs.  I assume he is having a reaction to something, though I can’t imagine what it would be. 

This morning when he was getting dressed, I noticed the rash was still there.  “I wonder what that’s from?” I said. 

“It’s because I’m allergic to racoons,” Sloan replied. 

“Really?  How do you know?” I asked. 

Sloan shrugged.  “These are just things I know, mom.  I’m just that smart.”

So, you know – he’s having an allergic reaction to racoons.  Why didn’t I think of that?

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While driving down to Arkansas, Lee turned into man-driver extraordinaire.  Normally Lee is a fairly calm man-driver.  Like any self respecting male, he does like to get to his destination without the hassle of those pesky pit stops, but he handles the occasional need for a bathroom break with great aplomb, patiently pulling over and waiting.

Unless, of course, we decide at the last minute to leave at 5:30 pm for a five and a half hour drive.  It is then, and only then, that Lee turns into man-driver extraordinaire.  The stops are few and far between.  He does not deny anyone a bathroom break, of course, but he actually clapped his hands this trip. 

As in, “Okay Tia, you gotta go fast baby.  Go, go, go!” clap, clap, clap.

It was a race against the clock and you know what? Lee beat the clock.  He won.  We made excellent time.  All because we powered through and did not stop unless the need was dire.

What a man!

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At one of the (very short) stops we made there were a group of Army soldiers, all decked out in their fatigues.  This fascinated Sloan and he immeditaely proclaimed, in that fantastically boisterous voice of his, “Mom, look! Army guys! Hey Army guys!”

One of the men turned and waved back at Sloan who then gave him two thumbs up and said, “Don’t worry – I’m being good.”

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Finally, as I type this post, Tia and Landon are in the other room tormenting each other.  I hear them.  I know it’s happening.  But I’m ignoring it.  The screams aren’t blood curdling…yet.

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On the way home from our trip yesterday, Lee and I were discussing our dreams for our family.  Places we want to go, things we want to do with the kids, etc…And we realized that it’s going to go by fast.  This phase really doesn’t last long.

So although I may feel like I am the ringmaster in the three ring circus, I’m trying not to rush this motherhood thing.  Ten years will go by fast.  And when it does, I will no longer have a chubby little baby, slobbering on my hair as he hangs on my neck while I try and do some work.

The house will be quiet all day long.  It sounds glorious…but it also sounds a little boring.

And now I’m off because the volume has escalated.  It sounds like they are beating each other. 

Let the show begin!!!