Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Today is Bella's 9th Birthday.
And truth be told she's a real sore loser.
That's one of my favorite parts about her.
She has heart.
She plays HARD.
She works HARD.
No need to yell at her.
She's already screaming at herself (or her teammate in her head).
But jeez Louise.
Sometimes I can't stand the moping.
Monday, April 29, 2013
if you really want to know
what a person loves,
what they value,
you should look
at what they
Friday, April 26, 2013
I said, I'm sorry.
I've said 'I'm sorry' before but its always been followed with, 'because', 'but', or any array of throw up words.
NEVER have I just said "I'm sorry." And then stopped.
I rang my husband on the phone.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Him: Hello. Warwick Speaking.
Me: I'm sorry.
Him: I accept your apology.
Monday, April 22, 2013
He walked into the house, eyes squinting, head tilted, head half convulsing.
Him: Nicole! Nicole! Did you know there is paint splattered all over the grass? And a bit on the sidewalk. And ON. THE. BRICK. OF THE HOUSE??? Did you know that?
I look at him and purse my lips. I turn back around and continue combing Phoebe's hair.
Him: Nicole. Seriously. It's like you turned the water hose on. . . then holding a paint brush full of paint . . .tried to hose it off, but it just splattered. . . .everywhere. . .on the house, on the sidewalk, on the grass. .. .Did you do that? Do you remember doing anything like that?
Monday, April 15, 2013
Friday, April 12, 2013
I can't believe I'm saying this.
I UNDERSTAND HER.
EUREKA, I SAY!
I understand that poor misunderstood soul of a 12 year old daughter.
And I don't know how it happened.
It was like I was wishing it to be so badly.
I started looking for ways to connect with her.
Reading the same books she was assigned at school.
And I failed at most of it.
Half doing it.
Or wanting to do it, and postponing it.
Or starting a book, and then never finishing it.
But you get the point.