Chatterbox

Look out 3, because we are talking the pants off of everyone at age 2. I love, love, love the words and phrases that a new little person puts together. Addison is very specific about her annunciation. She will get stuck on a work until it comes out of her mouth the correct way that it's supposed to sound. I think that it's just brilliant. That along with her interpretation of words together in a sentence make me smile and melt my heart. For instance, her phrase this week is this: "Mommy, I wuv you all de much."
Melting....melting away.
Now if we can get this bossiness under control, we'll be doing good. I mean, who told her that she could get whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it?.....oh yeah, that was probably me. Spoils of a spoiled only-child I guess.
Addison is now in mother's day out 5 days a week. She is a class favorite...a teacher favorite...a director favorite...apparently everyone knows my child. It's fun to hear the kids in her class chime in, "Addison's here!" when we arrive. She is a hugger and a kisser - so who can resist cute little toddler hugs? Yes, she's got them all wrapped. My biggest wish at this point in her school career is that I could get her to sing these cute little songs they learn at school, on video. She sings several songs about monkeys in the trees and something about an alligator...then there's the rendition of "Old McDonald" where all I really understand from her version is "and a moo here and a bock dere." She will randomly start singing when we are riding in the car and all is silent. I am so tickled to watch her learn and grow. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before.

Eventful days

It's taken me until age 35 to have my first official wreck. Thankfully no one but the car was injured. Turns out to be about $5800.00 worth of damage according to the adjuster. I don't think that's too terrible. I was happy to find out that my Pilot has side air bags. I think that's just one of those features my brain just skimmed over during the purchase. But on Friday the 19th, I was glad I had them for my baby girl's sake. They deployed when we were hit in the passenger-side rear wheel. The only complaint was from my 2 year-old. "The bawoon, it hit me in the head. It hit me wight dere. Tiss it!" Personally, I think she's milking it..lol.
But in all seriousness, it was a nice feature to find out I needed but already had.
Then on Saturday, Michael planned a surprise outing for me. Now, this is a rare occasion so the mere fact that I was getting a surprise was phenomenal. After a few scares about skydiving, Michael revealed that we were going to canoe the Savannah River! Wow he did good. We are not the usual outdoorsy type by any stretch of the imagination. We don't camp...we'd rather get a hotel any day. We don't bike or hike. It's vehicles all the way. So for us to do something totally out of the ordinary was an extreme treat for me. I didn't realize the physical taxation it would involve by any means. Thanks to the Core of Engineers who control the river levels, there were low low rapids almost the entire way meaning...we got stuck several times. The trip ended up being 4 hours long. We fell out in the rapids twice...both my fault. I call the rear next time, maybe there's less responsibility there. On more than one occasion, we chased our Ziplocs downstream. We were bruised and cut and at one point thought there was a broken toe, but in the end we made it safe and sound. I had a great time. And I am sooo happy that my hubby thought enough of me to give me such a wonderful experience and to surprise me to boot.

tippy toes

It's official. I have the tallest two year-old EVER. She can now reach the light switch to turn the lights off on me while I'm in the bathroom. That, she totally got from her dad.

Summer, summer, summer time

It's silent...

It's 6 o'clock. Everyone has gone home from work and the office is quiet. Even the phones have stopped ringing. All I can hear is the whirring of the A/C. It's nice. Baby is off at grandma's house. Hubby is at home. I'm still at the office just soaking in a few moments of silence.
What did we ever do before cell phones? I can't even remember. There's not a minute in my daily life nowadays that is not inundated with a ding, a chirp, a buzz or a ring. I've got 3 email accounts going to my phone, the actual phone itself and of course...Facebook. Luckily I'm not a tweeter or I'd have that to contend with as well.
I wonder if it's all necessary. Would it really kill my hubby if he couldn't get in touch with me for 2 hours? These days it would because we're so used to being at every beckon call of ...everyone.
As a realtor I brag that, "You can reach me anytime on my cell!" Why do I really want that?
I should change it to, "You can reach me from 9a.m. - 4p.m. on my cell!"
We give up living these days for a phone...for latent information....for common occurrences that everyone feels necessary to share...for a call from practically anyone.
And then I turn around at the end of the day and wonder where it went and if I remember an "event" at all.
Mostly, it's just information streaming through the air to my eyes and ears, blocking what is all around me.
But, I can't boycott the phone. I won't shut down my fun apps. I will choose to try and do 3 things at once - all the time.
There are times however, like today, when I picture my younger years: Family sitting on the porch. Kid's playing "colored eggs" in the yard till nightfall. No TV. No phones. No ipods or video games or computers. Just people....and I kinda miss that simple time all the while wondering if it doesn't miss me back.

I want to be Simon Templar

Michael loves retro TV. He's currently watching every episode they air of a show called "The Saint"
It basically follows the journeys of a wealthy man as he travels around the world righting wrongs that he encounters. The shows are always based in places like France or Greece. Mr. Templar played by Roger Moore is always dashing with his hair perfectly in place. There is always the presence of a beautiful woman and every wrong is solved by Simon's unmatchable wit and counter scheming.
So, that's what I want to do when I become rich. Travel the world with nothing better to do than see the world and help an occasional misfortunate person.
I'll let you know how it goes.