Earth Day 2010
I wish I could say we learned something about our beautiful earth, how it works, or how to protect it. Sadly, we didn't. But we sure had a lot of fun!
I couldn't thank Kyle enough for my lovely slumber on Sunday morning. I thanked him again and again (you know, hoping he'd do again in the future). After my 57th time thanking him, he said, "Oh it gets better, mom."
I asked him what he meant, and he replied, "I can't tell you."
I thought to myself, "That's sweet. He must be planning something for Mother's Day next Sunday" and didn't press the issue.
But my surprise came earlier than expected. At 6:45 the next morning (5 minutes after his alarm went off), I heard my bedroom door squeak again. This time, Kyle tiptoed in with a big bowl of Cap'n Crunch overflowing with milk.
"Here you go, mom," he said, as the milk sloshed onto the mattress. "Breakfast in bed!"
As if on cue, Marie jabbered from the other room. And off Kyle went to rescue her from the crib.
What a kid!
The Young Women held their annual camp fundraiser last night - a spaghetti dinner and dessert auction. We had a great time and came home with a $27 pan of Oreo brownies, with cream cheese frosting. And yes, they're as good as they sound.
I think Kyle would back me up on that because this afternoon, he walked up to me with cream cheese frosting smeared all over his face and said, "Mom, are those the best brownies you've ever had? I think they're definitely the best EVER."
And after dinner tonight, he immediately walked over to the pan to help himself to a brownie. As he took the lid off the pan, he gazed at the brownies and said, "Hello, gorgeous!"
Seriously? Seriously?!? It was the funniest thing ever...
PS: Kiri, we might be calling you for that recipe!
Marie woke up at her usual time this morning - 6:22 on the dot. It never ceases to amaze me.
I ignored her for a few minutes, and then started to drag myself out of bed. I heard the squeak of a door, and turned over to find Kyle quietly closing my bedroom door. I started to sit up, and he said, "No, just lay back down, Mom. I'll get her."
I dozed off, and next thing I knew, it was 7:40 a.m. I jumped out of bed and walked out to the livingroom to find my children playing together quietly. Kyle had entertained his sister for over an hour.
Do I have the best kids, or what?!?
1. The tooth fairy forgets to come. Again. Oops.
2. Your response when your child complains of boredom is, "Do you want me to find you something to do? 'Cause I can find you something to do!"
I've achieved both of these in the last week. Awesome.
The Easter Bunny visited our house on Saturday, instead of Sunday, so that Daddy could be there. I thought I'd pull a fast one on Kyle and just tell him that Easter was on Saturday. That didn't work out so well. He clearly knew that Easter was supposed to be on Sunday, so we had to write the Easter bunny and see if he wouldn't mind making an early visit to our house. Luckily, he obliged.
Dear Kyle,
Today you said goodbye to your Daddy for 6 months as he left for Afghanistan. I've worried about this day for months and months. After all, he's your best friend, your go-to guy. The person you love more than anyone in the world.
I knew Marie would be okay. Sure, he's the apple of her eye. The guy who will read her 157 stories just because she wants to. Yes, I knew she would miss him. But she's little. The emptiness will fade for her.
But you, I knew you wouldn't forget. I knew you wouldn't want to let him go. I wondered if you'd understand, or if you'd be angry. Or if you'd just be sad. And I wondered how I could step in and fill two roles in your life for the next few months. I wondered how I could keep you from hurting.
But I shouldn't have worried, because you have strength beyond your years. As you said our family prayer last night, you prayed, "Please let Dad be safe and help him not to miss us too much for 6 whole months." And as you and Daddy talked this morning, he got choked up, and you said, "Are you going to be okay, Dad?" and gave him a hug.
He asked you to take care of me and Marie, and you so maturely said, "I will," and put your arm around your little sister as you walked away.
As I drove away from the airport this morning, with silent tears streaming down my face (I was trying to be brave, too), I looked at you in the backseat. You were hugging your new teddy bear - the one you and Dad made at Build-a-Bear on your Father & Son date last night. You were hugging it with all your might. I could tell you were sad, but you were determined to be brave. And when I asked if you were okay, you gave me a tiny smile, and in a very quiet voice said, "Yeah, I'm okay." So brave.
Such a gift my Heavenly Father gave me - to have you as my firstborn. To have you as the eldest. I couldn't imagine anyone else equal to the task.
Tonight I'll walk quietly into your room, to kiss that sleeping face goodnight for the millionth time. I'll see you hugging that teddy bear and I'll think to myself, "I'm so lucky. So lucky." But it's not luck. It's a blessing. A blessing that I'll be forever grateful for.
Love,
Mom