Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Little Heroes

I believe there are people in our life that nudge us on when life deals us, what we believe to be, a bad hand. I have quite a few people I can only hope, after my time here on earth has passed, know what they meant to me.

- Helen Keller

One of those people I have the privilege to call "husband". My husband treats me the way he wants to be treated, even when I am being a jerk. He is my constant reminder that there is humor in everything. Sometimes, well most times, when I am hugging him, I wonder if he is thinking what I am thinking, which is, "There's no place I would rather be. No place I feel more myself, than these arms." My husband works so hard, and long hours, to provide for us. He may not see all the benefits, he might not have a hot meal on the table when he returns home. He might not always have clean underwear... but he never complains. His attitude is always pleasant. He never loses his temper. He is not an emotional spender. He never overreacts. He is pretty much the opposite of me in every way.... down to the music we like. My husband is my hero.... He is constantly saving the day by fixing the toilet, fixing the sink, hanging this and that on the wall, making last minute pit stops, making sure our bills are paid, the yard looks good, the cars have gas... and oil... and water... all the little things I get overwhelmed with.

"I'm a hero with coward's legs."
- Spike Milligan

My 5 year old son, Lake, is my hero. Yesterday he saved the day by pointing out a Black Widow Spider in our living room. He yelled, "Mommy! There is a very poisonous spider in the living room." I asked him how he knew and his response was, "...Because it has a red spot on it's back!" Sure enough, there she was, covered in evil, running across the floor, then up under the coffee table. She even tried to fake dead when I hit her with a shoe. I tried to pick her up with a paper towel and she took off again. Thank goodness, my friend Kelly was there, with a shoe again. I might not have reacted so quickly if he hadn't of said "a very poisonous spider". My son, who is like a sponge, remembers EVERYTHING. He learned in school about poisonous spiders. We watch "snake shows" and "tornado shows"... we look things up on the Internet. He is so inquisitive and never forgets what he learned. He wants to be an Architect. He says, "I no longer want to be the construction worker. I want to draw what they are going to build." He is brilliant
and I know God has great plans for him. My son is my hero.


The Orkin Man is also my hero ...enough said.

Christopher Reeve (aka, Superman)

Last night I was holding Lennon and swaying her in my arms, as she was rubbing her sleepy eyes. I started singing (randomly) "I can be your hero baby. I can kiss away the pain. I will stand by your forever. (*oh yeah*) You can take my breath away" and tears filled my eyes. I tried to fight them, but as usual, I am no match for a sappy feeling. I continued to sing this quietly over and over until she was barely awake. Tears streaming down my face and onto her little yellow pajamas with pink flowers. I continued to sing the song... then I switched it up a little... started singing it in my "Hispanic Accent"... that's when she started giggling and I realized she was only faking being asleep.

My daughter Lennon is constantly defying the odds and proving she is a force to be reckoned with. Her crawling skills can be compared to none. When she was nine moths old, the day she started crawling, she proved herself, with her determination and her strength. She crawls with purpose, with speed, and precision. She reminds me of a little pick-up truck on RC Pro-Am. Sometimes I imagine there are little "power-ups" all over the floor and she is picking them up as she rounds the corner, picking up speed and racing away from Mommy, who is just trying to get her ready for bath... or bed... or anything really. Little "oil slicks" disguised as spit-up spots are no match for her. By the end of the day, my little pick-up artist has gathered all her N-I-N-T-E-N-D-O letters and is ready for bed... only to start the race all over again tomorrow.

As of now, crawling is slowing becoming a second fiddle to walking. She is 15 months old and walking. She is meeting "average children" milestones left and right. She is in the 75% for height.... I pray she is tall like all of her 2nd cousins on the Davidson side. Even though she cannot (translate: will not) eat without me feeding it to her in a spoon, she wows me with her "vocabulary". If you aren't paying attention, you might miss it, because yes, it does sound like blabber... but every now and then you can hear what she is trying to tell you. She repeats most of what we say. When we take her out of her high chair she says "Ahhh duhhn". When we open the blinds or the door she says, "Ouss-sigh". When she sees her Little Quack Counts book, she says, excitedly, "Duck!" When she really wants me to come get her or love on her she screams, "Mnlah Mnlah" (this was hard to put in letters... just stick your tongue over your bottom teeth and bottom lip - let it hang out your mouth at bit and say Momma). When she points at something she wants or wants to know what it is, she says "Dat?" She moves her hands like a foot ball umpire saying "no good" - even more so, sticks her tongue out and blows spit - when she doesn't want to do something. She screams "Buh Buh" while beating on Lake's bedroom door when he is sleeping or locks her out.
She has learned to communicate.
She has learned to walk.
She has learned to manipulate you into feeding her so she doesn't have to.
She now eats anything, with any texture.
She now holds her bottle, her sippy-cup, and her cup with a straw all by herself.
She now plays with toys as they were intended to be played with.
Lennon is an over-comer. I sometimes look at her playing, watching her feed her babies or love on them, and I tell her, "Girl, quit playin'! You're just pretending to have Down Syndrome!"
Her joy surpasses all others. Her determination will take her far. There is nothing she won't do.

So, last night as I was singing "Hero" to her, I realized something...
Not only will I always be her hero... but she will always be mine.
All that she has been through, all that she could face in this big scary world...
I have no doubt it has, and will, only made her stronger.
It will be the force that drives her to overcome any obstacle in her way.
Her stubbornness will be her sword....
And her mother will be her shield.


Monday, July 18, 2011

Rainbows & Randoms

It's been a good while since I have last posted.

First, a few quick "health updates":
Lake had his tonsils out, ended up in the hospital for dehydration and a fever he couldn't shake.
Lennon's breath started stankin' real bad so I ended up with both of them at the Dr... she is back on antibiotics to fight what we think might have been the start of her nasty throat staff infection again. Nipped it in the bud, yes we did. I am having Lennon's allergies checked... she just goes round and round with a stopped up nose... something is triggering it.

And now... the randoms:
Soccer is the most boring thing to watch... EVER. However, the announcer is hysterical. Mostly because he talks like a fairy - because I believe all fairies have a British accent and speak phrases such as "Looking for one magical little moment" and "they must have been watching some fun tapes". Apparently this fairy still lives in 1988.

My newest obsession... this hair:

I think I have an obsession with multi-colored items.
Behold... Jello I made for Lake:

Cupcakes I made for Lennon's birthday party:
LSU Pancake Day at home:
Rainbow pancakes when Bambie and Presley visited us:
Crazy Pancake Day was this Sunday:
I am fully aware, and so was Lake, that the pancakes resembled Monsters Inc.

Last Saturday I garage sailed (sailed... not saled... because we sail from one sale to the next) with my good friends Carla Moore. I bought the cutest chair (with a matching mate chair... why didn't I just say two chairs?) and a pillow ... see below:
Now I realize I should have vacuumed before I took the pic.
Also, need to lower the painting.
I might should put something cuter on my night stand as well.

And now a funny memory:
Charlie and I got so tickled while watching the boring soccer game. The announcer used a word that triggered a memory I buried way down deep... deep in the pits of shame and embarrassment ... embarrassment and shame because "I knew better". But funny, nonetheless.
I blogged about this on my Xanga page (RIP, The Dramanator) when it happened. So I shall tell it again. You know those moments when you should think a little harder before you speak... yeah this is one of those moments.
Once upon a time.... we were young enough to be in the "College and Career" class at church. Our teachers, Matt and Myra, had taken over the class for the previous teachers and wanted to start fresh and rename the group.... So we all wrote down a name or two or three and we went around the room with our ideas. Well, a particular sermon from the last Sunday came to mind, in which my pastor said, "You know we really gotta get in the Word, get on our knees in prayer, let God know what's on your heart, your mind... We need to penetrate the Kingdom of God... get out there and witness to a dying world. Let God show you those who need to be encouraged. Make a difference." You know... the usual pastory stuff. So I wrote down my name for the new group. It's getting closer to being my turn... I am sitting tall, all proud of my class name. Charlie leans over and whispers, "So what did you come up with?" I said, "You show me yours and I'll show you mine." So he showed me his class name. I liked his, and thought to myself it was a good idea. I proudly showed him mine and he says with a concerned look on his face, "Is this a joke?!" So naturally, I am worried now, because it's nearing my turn. And that's when it hits me. I CANNOT SAY THIS. I cannot tell the class I want to rename our class from College and Career to "PENETRATION". It all starts with a good intention, people. Better I just keep my thoughts to myself.

Anyways... that's enough for now... The children will be awake soon. Mommy needs a minute to rest her eyes as well.


Sunday, July 10, 2011

Misery loves company.

So my "Mama's getaway" to Arizona was everything I needed it to be. Relaxing by the pool. Lazying around, watching tv. Doing nothing. I didn't have to be anywhere, or take care of anyone. It was great to visit with a great friend, and her husband, and to meet their little angel, Eli.

As amazing, and much needed, as it was, through all that lounging, I found myself missing my children too much. I wanted to be back home with my husband and in his arms. Five days is just a really long time. So, that last night, I found myself very homesick. Maybe it was the anticipation of my long flight across my country combined with my iPhone taking it's last ragged breath as I desperately searched for a bar, or signal, to tell my husband what was going on. I found myself in a pool of tears. It was bittersweet, to leave my friend again, knowing it could be another 2 years before we reunited again... Combined with longing to be home.

After a long day in airports and on planes, I finally made it home. At the airport, I was surprised with big hugs and a bouquet of flowers from Lake. Charlie said, "The flowers were all his idea." Is this kid for real? Love!

So, after I was home, my darling dear introduced me to my new phone. (insert happy dance here) I fall fast asleep and I sleep hard. My bed. My sheets. My husband. Oh how I had missed thee.

(I found this post still in draft status... Apparently I had more to say... but that is gone now.)