Momma Monday

Last Tuesday a sweet family was kind enough to watch our gaggle of girls while Lovey and I both had to work. When I picked the girls up Zuzu wanted to know why she got to go to her friend’s house since it was not the typical weekday routine. The conversation went like this:

Zuzu: Momma why did Denise pick me up?

Momma: Because Momma had to work out of town today sweetie. Momma got a promotion at work and had to train for her new job.

Zuzu: A promotion?

Momma: Yes, Momma was told she did a good job and so she gets to do a new job.

Zuzu: Do you mean your teacher told you to be quiet while she read the story and you did so you got a special heart sucker treat?

Momma: Yes Zuzu, that’s exactly what I mean.

Gratitude Journal

1. Health Insurance

2. Spring Days

3. Super soft Target pants

4. jean day

5. a friendly visit

6. an opportunity to learn a new job

7. safe travels

8. a creeping-crawling baby

9. good friends willing to help out

10.  a baby who bounces back after the vampire-phlebotomist got to her

11. new friends to work with the Quail

12. fried apple pies

13. praline bacon

14. co-napping

15. tomato pie with tangy tomatoes

16. matching summer jammies

17. drinkable yogurt

18. a visitin’ Cyrena

19. thrift store kiddo clothes

20. matching spring tu-tus

21. Fabulous

Quail Day: Great Feets/Feats & Juggling Acts

Life is full of balancing acts right? How to get enough attention to all who need it? Well synergy fell into our nest this past weekend as a braincell or 2 of mine perked up and suggested I spend time petting and brushing Chula  Cat at an adequately safe distance from the Quail. The Quail is a big fan of the Chula Cat. Nothing gets her wings flapping and her eye’s trained as hawk’s eyes on her target as our dear Chula Cat. And Chula Cat since she has arrived in our lap has been slowly letting us know she would like to be more, albeit safely, centered into the mix. The latest milestone we have been working hard towards is the elusive crawl. Mark the PT suggested it looked like the Quail may skip it and go to standing and walking in the next year, which is fine if that is what is to be. But we would like the crawl to happen if at all possible. I was inspired by this family’s bribe to get their lil one to crawl. But while Cheetos would definately get Zuzu and Lovey motoring across the room, I’m less convinced it would work with the Quail. For Zuzu she started first going backwards, as had her Momma, and then eventually forward when the telephone was in site. I felt less sure about the appropriate motivational tool for the Quail until Chula Cat happened into a therapy session with us this past weekend and voila, amongst a lot of wings flapping, feathers and fur flying we had backward motion! Fly baby fly!

ps: No cats were harmed in the production of these shots.

Gratitude Journal

1. April Showers- baby & rain!

2. a new desk

3. watching a baby problem solve

4. watching sisters hug

5. linen shirts!

6. egg treats

7. listing to the quail slurp-slurp her honey bear

8. finding the birdseed and bird feeder

9. sending clothes out to be recycled

10. front lawn picnics

11. sunny smiles

12. coconut donuts

13. a shower

14. watching the Quail begin to wiggle like a worm

15. tantrums ending

16. promotion letters

17. the weekly special at Brioso

18. the changing of the sheet guard from flannel to cotton

19. open windows with spring breezes whisking through

20. a gift of clothes from a friend for Zuzu

21. Tubby-time

Fave-O-Lit Friday

 

Daffodils

by William Wordsworth

I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch’d in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.