Amy J. Bennett

Extraordinary Faith for Everyday Life

Just about to melt

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My van told me it was 101 degrees today and supposedly it’s supposed to stay in the hundreds this week.  Our pool was 91 degrees today.  It was insanely wonderful. 

The girls started swimming today with only their floatie bathing suits and without their swimmies.  Now when they jump in, they go fully under water.  Emma holds her nose while Lexi doesn’t but they both do well handling going under water.  There was a lot more coughing and spitting of water without them but we’re one step closer to full-on swimming.

New theme soon to come

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Even though this theme is nice, I find the green background and small white lettering hard to read.  So, I hate doing it but I’ll be on the hunt for a new theme.

WW Day 13

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Congratulations, you’ve stayed on weight watchers for 13 days now and guess what you get??  You get a whole pound back that you lost. 

I do not like stepping on the scale and seeing a gain.  It’s so very depressing.

Good morning

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WARNING, LOTS OF #2 TALK 

(the end is funny though)

I’ve tried not to talk about Emma’s #2 issues too much just because I know no one wants to hear anything about that.  I’m still having to give her medicine and she does it in the right place about 10% of the time.  It’s bad.  And that’s another reason I’m glad she’s not going to school this year.  Anyway, the other morning Emma had woken up before me and apparently decided she would “go” in her pull up while she sat and read a book in the middle of her bedroom floor.  I’m still sleeping and she comes with her pajamas up in her hand and says Moom-my, come hee–rre, I have  me-ess.  Oh boy, I realize immediately that that’s not good.  I jump out of bed and walk in to find that the medicine has worked a little too well and the pull-up didn’t hold it all.  So within 30 seconds of being woken up, I’m cleaning Emma from head to toe almost literally and then have to clean the carpet.

People, this is what is refered to as…a crappy morning.

Coughin, Coffin, same thing

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Emma and L were playing with this stuff called Moon Sand.  It was made by the devil and sold in Target stores just to drive mothers crazier than playdough ever thought it could.  Lexi apparently got ahold of one of Emma’s creations.  And then this is what Emma says:

Let go of my coffin! I need my coffin. (pause) It makes you cough.

Nothing like a good friend and late birthdays

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D and I have been friends for at least 10 years, right about the time each of us got engaged a few months apart.  She’s one of those people I just knew I was going to be friends with for a long time.  We had the same style in just about everything, even our mothers were similar.  Although now we have added 5 new people to the world between us and we both stay busy, I can’t tell you how cathartic just 2 hours is with her.  Tonight we met at Starbuck’s for coffee and just sat outside for over 2 hours actually and talked.  I felt sort of bad after I left after dumping weeks of drama and kids stories on her but somehow I know she enjoyed it just as much as I enjoyed every story she had to tell. 

Her twins are going to kindegarten this year even though our oldest are only a few months apart, they made the cutoff while Emma didn’t.  I’m sort of glad too.  I don’t think she would mind if I told you the story of her having her one emotional moment about her kids going to school.  She was in the grocery store one day buying Capri-Suns that were on sale, knowing she would need them for lunches.  She questioned, as I did when she told the story, who would open their straws for them?   It’s that realization that they’ll be one in a sea of 20 kids and no one is going to reach over, without even thinking to make sure their little girls straw is opened.  That makes me choke up just thinking about it.    I’m very sure teachers are competent, attentive and loving but no matter what, it won’t be the same.  Oh, how we both are looking forward to 7 hours straight quiet house but until then, I’m really going to try to smile every time I have to open a straw for one my girls and more importantly, hopefully I can teach Emma how to open the straw so my big girl will be all ready for lunch time.