Wishes

I've been wishing for a lot of things lately. That's not to say I'm unhappy with my life at all, there are just a lot of little things that keep entering the, "wouldn't it be nice if.." category. Here are a few of the things I've been hung up on.

Warm weather, everyday

A swing set for my kids

Big, straight, white teeth

Some really cute yet COMFY clothes (how do all my friends have these? Where are they finding them? You know - those, "I wasn't even trying today - yet somehow I look awesome," clothes)

A new jogging stroller

A new morning dress (remember, that's a robe)

The other day I was reminded just how easy it is to get these things. Maddie was outside playing with a neighbor, and he handed her a fuzzy dandelion. They then proceeded to make wishes together. He wished that his toy car would crash. He dropped the dandelion, grabbed the car and chucked it. (Wish granted). Maddie then grabbed her dandelion, and said, "I wish, I wish with all my heart (Thank you Dragon Tales) for a great big heart."

I tried really hard not to laugh out loud. I mean, a great big heart? Only Madelyn. She wasn't even asking for the "caring" type of heart, either. She just wanted a big heart of some sort. I'm assuming a stuffed animal? I was chuckling to myself about this when I noticed her with a confused look on her face. She turned to me and said, "So, uh, now what? Does it just fall from the sky?"

Can somebody please contact me if they see any falling swing sets, teeth, clothes, strollers or robes? Thanks.

Jealousy

This is the haircut that Nick Arrojo gave my little sister, Sarah.

I am GREEN with envy. Having Nick cut my hair has been a dream of mine for years. I'll bet his scissors are made of platinum.

I don't like being woken up. I know most people feel the same way, but if I'm woken up by someone rather than waking up naturally, I'm in a foul mood until about 9am. Most mornings Jude wakes me up about 6:55 asking if it's morning yet. Thirty minutes later he returns saying, "Mom...I need you to get out of bed to make me a waffle cuz I'm STARVING. Go get on your morning sunglasses (glasses) and your morning dress (robe) and make me a waffle. CUZ I'M STARVING!"

This morning was different. I woke up to this:

Maddie (yelling from somewhere): MOM!!

Me: (inaudible)

Maddie: Hey Mom!

Me: What, Maddie?

Maddie: Mom, can you hear me?

Me: Yes, Maddie, what is it?!

Maddie: MOM...MOM, MOOOOOOOOOM!

Me: WHAT IS IT MADDIE?!

Maddie: Can I flush the toilet now or will that wake you up?

Weekend

We spent our Saturday
swinging
sliding
flying high in the sky
picnicking
laughing
dancing

dancing more

hitting Jude while dancing
crying
recovering
reaching new heights
learning to ride a 2 wheeler

and cleaning out the dryer vent. Thanks, birds. {Their "nest" came halfway up the dryer vent.} Did you do anything fun?

A Sad Goodbye

This week I have to say goodbye to my Stefanie. She's moving to Florida, and I couldn't be happier for her and more depressed for me at the same time. I am going to miss her LIKE CRAZY. Oh great, here come the tears. She has been the friend that I call for everything. The one who I can say anything to. And even though we don't see each other nearly as often as we'd prefer, when we do get together for birthdays and woman dates, we laugh until we are blue.

We've been friends for eleven years, and we have been through everything together. She's the one that had the idea to set me up with her boyfriend's roommate, who coincidentally ended up being my soulmate. We've been roommates, travel-mates, shopping-mates, Thursday-lunch-mates, I-just-took-a-positive-pregnancy-test-mates, and summer-of-fun-mates. She's the one I call with embarrassing questions, and the one who will go anywhere with me.

Words cannot express how much her friendship has meant to me. She has been a huge influence on the person I am today, and I will always be grateful for her example. I really am excited for you, Stef. I know you'll love Florida. I also know that you'll beat me in our goal of growing old and wearing gold-velour jumpsuits with gaudy jewelry. I'm fairly sure they start that at about 35 in Florida. You really are headed for the good life, my dear.

Love you, Stef.

Maddie can't just say "cheese," with her face. It's an entire body thing.