There he blows!

About a year ago was when I realized what it meant.  Jared would come up at random moments and just blow in my face.  It was a bit of a nuisance for a while, until one day I realized the timing wasn’t random.  It was very well planned.  Jared says I love you by blowing at you.  It has become one of my most cherished attributes of him.  He will come up and hug my legs and I respond with a smile and he will look up and blow at me.  Anytime he feels the need to show affection I get a smile followed by some Jared breath.  I love you isn’t something that escapes his lips very often.  At least audibly.  But he knows that I know what it means when he blows in my direction. 

Oh how I love that boy.

Love better

A mom post isn’t typically written in June.  But I had a little inner prickly that I needed to get on paper.  Summer has thrown all planned organized thoughts and actions clean through our newly broken window.  (A story for another day)  It makes for a lazy mama.  Which also makes for a mom who has those little heart strings tugged.  I am home with my kids all day everyday and yet I feel as though I haven’t seen them.  We watch TV, play video games, I work, and clean…  but when a tiny person comes and looks up at me with that look on his face that says I love you, I need you and I want a kiss, all without words,  I want nothing more than to rewind and spend every waking moment making memories instead of letting them be swallowed by mindless media.   My babies will only be babies once.  I just want to look back and know that I loved them enough.

Father’s Day

I had girls camp the week leading up to Father’s Day this year so it was a very low key day for Jason.  Primary leaders at church had a questionnaire printed with all of the kids answers….

What is your dad’s fav food?

Jayce: Pizza

Lainy: Ice cream

Jared: Broccoli

Who does your dad want to be like someday?

Jayce: A Dad

Lainy: A police officer

Jared: His self

Other good ones: someone with a shorter job, Larry Fitzgerald, Chuck Norris, Batman, border patrol, a pet helper at the zoo, Justin Bieber, like Noah.

What is your dad’s shoe size?

Jayce: 15

Lainy: 60

Jared: 15 feet

Other good ones: big, giant, 70 feet, this big.

If your dad could wish for one thing, what would it be?

Jayce: XBOX 360

Lainy: An IPod touch

Jared: to work again 

Other good ones: Someone would do his work for him, to be taller, older sisters to not be terrors, a star, to never send me to my room, to runaway, to play like a T-rex.

Who is your dad’s best friend?

Jayce: Heavenly Father and my mom

Lainy: Uncle Jess

Jared: He doesn’t have one

What do you like to do with your dad?

Jayce: Play Basketball

Lainy: Eat pizza with him at Red Robin (I don’t even think RR has pizza…)

Jared: Play with him

Other good ones: Play Barbie's

What is your dad’s favorite thing to do in his free time?

Jayce: Play video games

Lainy: Watch movies

Jared: Work

Other good ones: Go to bed, fold his arms, take naps, well…nothing, play ,play ,play, hunt for mean pigs,

How tall is your dad?

Jayce: 8 feet

Lainy: 50 feet

Jared: 2 inches

Other good ones: Medium, Giant, Almost as tall as my mom, 9 inches, I’m thinking like 8,9, or 10.

 

My friend Marta

This is Marta.

  When I was 21 and in beauty school I did a LOT of pedicures.  I had my own mini clientele.  Marta and her friends came every month.  I knew the first time I met her that her and I had harmonious spirits.  We laughed and talked and worked on those callused feet!  I finished beauty school and as life took me here and there, Marta was always there with me.  She has been a comfort, a confidant and friend to me all these years.  She is a brilliant artist, quite a comedian (even when she hasn’t intended to be!) and has a fine tuned listening ear.  Marta often comes bearing gifts: wind chimes, treats, and even sweet letters in the mail.  She has brought me many plants over the years. I killed the majority of them. (She started bringing my seeds after I killed half a dozen lantana, the said-to-be unkillable plant)  I credit her for my ability to keep house plants alive today via trial and error.  She brings books and love to my children, and they adore her.  I feel privileged to know her and call her my friend.  Love you Marta!