So my two weeks with Ollie have come and gone. They flew by very fast. It feels as if we hardly saw each other. The time we spent together early in the morning was usually with my falling asleep in a bowl of Fruit Loops. And the time we had together in the evening usually involved Ollie falling asleep in spaghetti. We were busy to say the least.
We did have a lot of fun on the weekends. We went downtown, the beach, the zoo, to play places, Target and the park (A LOT). We had a picnic and scootered and watched Dora too much. I am so proud of her. She is so little and young. And yet so brave. Not a single tear was shed during her "vacation" at my house until it was time to say goodbye to Cash Money. That was ruff.
And now, I've found myself childless again. "Single" again, as I've begun to call it.
I never know what to do with myself once they leave. Usually, I spend a whole weekend deep cleaning the apartment. You'd be amazed the different crevices kids can spread peanut butter and hide Barbie shoes.
People are reminding me that now I can finally have some "me" time. I was soooooo looking forward to it----and now I have no idea what to do. I painted horizontal stripes in the living room. I reorganized kitchen cabinets. I threw away IKEA crap. I bought a Swiffer and changed light bulbs and got an oil change. I'm about to break out the sewing machine if something exciting doesn't happen soon.
I think the universe is trying to scream at me that I am just happier when I am being mom.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Round 2
Call me crazy, I've done it again.
Let's call her Ollie to protect her privacy. She is three years old going on sixty-three. She's dainty and polite and delicate and sips (lactose free) milk with her pinky up. She is an old lady.
Ollie's situation is much, much different than Ree's and she will only be with me for a short time. I definitely did not see myself fostering again so soon, but because I cannot say no, I continue being blessed.
Everywhere we've gone so far strangers stop to remind me how beautiful she is. She always responds, "yessss I am," heavy on the lisp. We got a princess scooter at a garage sale this morning and she firmly refuses to ever take it off. Can you put a toddler to sleep in a helmet?
So far she has been a gem. BUT. There is a huge difference between Ollie's 3 and Ree's 4. HUGE.
Human beings are simply miraculous; that our brains can change so drastically in just several months baffles me. Ollie walks like a drunken sailor, and just a year her senior Ree was doing the splits, cartwheels and break dancing. And I went from arguing with Ree over "international spy kid stuff" to convincing Ollie to "eat eat her nana's cause they're yum yum in our tum tum." How significant the first years of life are for our babies' development!
So yea, 3 is much different than 4. I'm exhausted. Word on the street is the Terrible 3's are even worse than the Terrible 2's. We shall see.
Cash Money was terrified of Ollie, maybe because she's so small and wild, or possibly because she's not Ree and he's confused. Oh how he has missed her! Whenever her bedroom door is closed he wants me to open it, only to find an empty bed.
Ollie's ear-shattering screams and unpredictable movements just plain freak him out. He spends most of the day with his nose in the couch cushions. The saving grace? Ollie drops more Goldfish.
Enjoy your weekend!
Let's call her Ollie to protect her privacy. She is three years old going on sixty-three. She's dainty and polite and delicate and sips (lactose free) milk with her pinky up. She is an old lady.
Ollie's situation is much, much different than Ree's and she will only be with me for a short time. I definitely did not see myself fostering again so soon, but because I cannot say no, I continue being blessed.
Everywhere we've gone so far strangers stop to remind me how beautiful she is. She always responds, "yessss I am," heavy on the lisp. We got a princess scooter at a garage sale this morning and she firmly refuses to ever take it off. Can you put a toddler to sleep in a helmet?
So far she has been a gem. BUT. There is a huge difference between Ollie's 3 and Ree's 4. HUGE.
Human beings are simply miraculous; that our brains can change so drastically in just several months baffles me. Ollie walks like a drunken sailor, and just a year her senior Ree was doing the splits, cartwheels and break dancing. And I went from arguing with Ree over "international spy kid stuff" to convincing Ollie to "eat eat her nana's cause they're yum yum in our tum tum." How significant the first years of life are for our babies' development!
So yea, 3 is much different than 4. I'm exhausted. Word on the street is the Terrible 3's are even worse than the Terrible 2's. We shall see.
Cash Money was terrified of Ollie, maybe because she's so small and wild, or possibly because she's not Ree and he's confused. Oh how he has missed her! Whenever her bedroom door is closed he wants me to open it, only to find an empty bed.
Ollie's ear-shattering screams and unpredictable movements just plain freak him out. He spends most of the day with his nose in the couch cushions. The saving grace? Ollie drops more Goldfish.
Enjoy your weekend!
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