Memorable Moments

Most recently, Charlie (21 months) has become quite entertaining. He is always doing something that I want to "capture" in my memory forever. I am constantly thanking God for picking me to be his Mom. Here are some "memorable moments" that I am going to attempt to capture:

Dissappointing Marshmellow Moment

While exploring Mommy and Daddy's bathroom, Charlie came across a ziplock back of jumbo cottonballs. He was super excited, thinking he had hit the jackpot of marshmellows. He begged me to help him open the bag of "mellows". I hesitantly let him in the bag. He retrieved one of the white balls and put it up to his mouth. If you think the face that he made was funny, it was even funnier when he went in for another, thinking he had just gotten a bad marshmellow the first time around!

Maybe I Did Teach Him Something Moment

The babysitter, Iris, called today to brag on my son. That is music to a mother's ears. She asked the three boys at the table to be easy with the toy cars so that they did not go flying off the table. The other boys continued to play, but Charlie looked up as said "Yes Man". After a zillion times of asking him to say "Yes Ma'am" I will have to give him credit for this one. Good boy Charlie.

Mr Responsible Moment

We were taking a walk earlier tonight and went to get the mail. Charlie was very curious doing zig zags up and down our long driveway, trying to see what all he could explore. On the way back, he was in charge of carrying one piece of mail (just an advertising for those of you wondering). About half way up the hill, he saw something interesting in the grass, left his mail on the driveway and departed on a mission. He wandered and inspected a few bugs before returning to the driveway. During his excursion, I had picked up his piece of mail and combined it with the rest of the stack. When he returned, he kept spinning circles, looking on the ground, and saying "mail, mail, mail" in a frantic manner. It took me a few moments to realize, he was coming back for his mail...after all it was his responsibility - ha.

OCD Moment

As I understand many children do, Charlie has become quite happy with certain amounts of routine in his life. In the morning, I come to his room, he hands me his blanky, hands me Mickey, and then says "Charlie" as if to ensuate that he might be forgotten. The other day, I acted like I was walking away with just the blanket and Mickey in tow, he said "Mommy, Charlie, get Charlie". How could I forget that sweet boy? Some mornings, he takes this to an extreme and seems to think that all of the stuffed animals, blankets, and Charlie's in the room need to be picked up and taken to the living room for milk and cartoons. What a mess!

Kelly the Pig

So, here's how I turned into a pig last night...I was driving home, very tired, and very hungry. I picked up Charlie and he was snoozing in the backseat. I had already given much thought to what I wanted to eat for dinner, considering hubby was working very late. I was headed for Dairy Queen. I knew exactly what I wanted. And I deserved it, right? Being "in the motherly way" can really change your perspective. I thought, next time I am pregnant, I will always eat good and work out. But when you feel like you are gonna barf and only certain things sound good...you have to eat it right? Well, I arrived at the drive thru. There it was, a stupid piece of paper taped to the intercom that said "no credit cards. our machine is broken". I NEVER have cash! I tried to convince the poor fellow on the other side of the intercom that I needed some DQ and that there must be a way for me to get it. All he said was "sorry." I called my hubby in tears! As an afterthought, this was probably a little too much emotion for such an instance as this. My husband encouraged me to go to the ATM and pay the extra $1.50, after all, I NEEDED it. So, I went to the ATM. Well, that was a fiasco. The machine ate my card and gave me no cash. Someone came to help me, and this was very nice, except for the cigarette smoke that she blew in my face...now I was really ready to spew. Finally, I had my cash and was off to DQ. Well, the guy with the intercom must have recognized my voice (surely I hadn't been whiny?). He said, "so, you're back". And here is the part that turned me into a pig...I ordered exactly what I wanted...chili cheese dog, 4 piece chicken strip basket, and ice cream with peanut butter sauce. I was too hungry too wait until I got home, after all it was 5 miles away. I ate the toast from the basket...might I add that it was dripping in butter. Then, I scarfed a few fries. When I got home, Charlie woke up and helped me eat the chicken strips and ice cream, but I did not share my chili cheese dog...only because Charlie didn't want it...and I DID. Funny, I had just sworn that I would never eat a chili cheese dog again, after almost getting sick a few weeks back. So, last night you can easily see that I turned into a pig. I think I am back to myself for now...until the next hunger pain hits...yikes!

Here it is...my first blog. Well, that's not true. I have written plenty in my head, but none made it to print. Please understand, with amazing bloggers, like MckMamma, how can I even begin to write. Here are some of the blogs that I almost wrote: "Everything is Mine" about the day my 17 month old, Charlie, learned to say "mine" and I wished I could remove it from his vocabularly. "Cookie Monster Needs a Grammer Lesson" about my strong desire for the infamous blue character to use proper English. 'Me want cookie' is not acceptable. "The Almost Baby Bump" about my miscarriage/ectopic pregnancy a few months ago and how God must always be glorified. "Alyssa Got Her Wings" about my friends who loved and cared for their daughter until she went to be with God at 18 months due to a genetic disease called Hurler's Syndrome. And how I miss her, even though I never met her. "Who I Am" about me. This blog probably gives me the most struggles. I am not sure that I know who I am. I am in this place between who I am and who I want to be. I guess that is one of the reasons I am here making my first blog. Putting things on paper is good. Blog #1 complete.

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