Saturday, March 09, 2013

Is It Time?

Ah, yes....I suppose it is.  I have taken a bit of a hiatus from the blogger life - for anybody that may have stopped by and noticed over the past three months - but I think it's time to really kick my own butt and get this thing going again. Let me tell you why:

Two nights ago I woke up to the sound of a child shuffling around in the bathroom. When I went in to see what all the commotion was about I found Ella mumbling weird words and trembling to herself.  I snapped her out of her trance and finally understood that she was, "so freezing, Mom!"  I felt her head and she obviously had a fever.  Nothing over the top, but enough to make her shiver.  I ended up bringing her into my bed to try to cuddle her into feeling warm.

Listening to her continued shaking, chattering and muttering, my mind started wandering to that, "is she really okay?" place.  My heart sunk as I thought about what a darling little girl Ella was.  Then I wasn't sure if I'd ever remember exactly how much I loved her if anything happened to her.  Yes, it's dramatic and it's Motherhood Overreacting/Anxiety at its finest, but it really got me thinking.  This blog is the only journal that I really keep, and even if nobody in the world takes the time to read it - it is the only place that my memory is perfect.

So it is for them, and for me, that I continue this blog....REGULARLY.

I also want to thank the people that have reached out to me and asked me to blog again - your kind words made me realize how much I love doing this.

Christmas Morning Scooter
While I'm at it - I'm going to take a second to tell the world why I love Ella Bell so stinking much.

  • Ella loves to cuddle with me, and will walk up - take my hand - and randomly say, "I love you, Mom."
  • She holds my cheeks close and whispers things like, "I like being your friend."
  • She treats Claire like a princess, and adores everything she does.
  • She knows more lyrics to radio songs than I do.  She LOVES to sing in the car.
  • After a fight she will tell me that she didn't really want to be mean, and that she is sorry. Often without prompting.
  • She has the most adorable giggle on the planet, and she shrinks into her shoulders whenever it comes out.
  • She constantly asks me when she is going to be old or big.  She wants to grow up, but I want to freeze her in time.
  • She always offers to help.  With everything.  If something is lost she ALWAYS "knows" where it is, and will help look for it until it is found.
  • She will give anything to anyone at anytime.

BDEM:  Getting everything done.  It was a LONG day with a ton to do, but it's finished - and my aching feet are a reminder of a hard-days-work done right!


the old guy said...

Glad to see you back writing agin!!

Lisa said...

Welcome back! All is right with the world again.

Mom said...

I've missed this!!