Wakeful Nights

Took the kids to Sub-Zero Ice Cream last night. It was late, 8:30, and we were just going to go in, eat our ice cream and go home and go to bed. Isn't it strange when things don't go the way you planned.
I was about to order and I looked down and Zeke is sitting in a puddle of vomit. There were only two people working at the place of business, they offered a rag and a bucket and the rest was up to me. I got it and me and Zeke completely cleaned up about 30 minutes later, while other customers are walking around me and the mess and putting in their orders.
When I'm done cleaning up I stand in line. A family of 4 and a couple are in front of me and a couple walks in the door behind me. But for some odd reason they think they get to go ahead of me and they step up and put in their order. I wait patiently. We finally get our ice cream but because Zeke stinks so bad and ice cream doesn't go good with the smell of vomit, we tell the kids to grab their bowls and let's go home so we can bathe Zeke.
He's bathed in bed along with the other kids. Scott and I go to bed also. Midnight rolls around and Kiernan comes in and tells us that Zeke threw up again. So I go clean that up and put Zeke back to bed and Scott reads to him for awhile. About 12:30 and Zeke comes into our room whining. He wants to sleep with us. We have a rule that the kids can't sleep in bed with us, so I put him on the floor with a pillow and blanket. From then until about 5:00am, Zeke wakes up about every 10-15 minutes asking for a drink.
Now, I'm at work trying desperately not to fall asleep on my keyboardlslhag;kjh;kjaf h ;khgaksfhkj;agh;kdfg...................................

Jennemaria

Isn't she beautiful? Tiny, yes. But Beautiful. This is my sisters daugher. My first neice on my side of the family. The crazy thing is, she looks just like my mothers baby picture. Notice the long delicate fingers. Yes, she will play the piano. And yes I will be her teacher if I have anything to say about it! And I will not let her give it up. Playing the piano is one of the most wonderful feelings in this world. One of the best ways to feel relaxed and free.

She kind of looks like a tiny little elf. :P Just looking at these pictures makes me want to hold her forever and ever.

Those Things Left Behind

At Christmas time in a park by where I work, the put up little Christmas Trees decorated by children at our local schools. They sit there all season leaving ornaments on the ground; glitter, popsicle stick, Christmas Tree photo phrames. Then the snow falls and covers it all up and make everything look fresh and new. Now it's March, and the snow has melted. The trees are gone but the broken ornaments still make their appearance on the park grounds. Usually I am so glad when Christmas is over. All the hustle and bustle is over and I can finally relax. But when I look out at that park, with all the sad, soaked, broken ornaments littering the ground. It makes you feel sad. Like Christmas was so quickly forgotten. Things that once massaged they eyes with their innocence and beauty, now wrecked and torn. It almost makes me want to cry. Despite all the stress involved I just want Christmas to know that I still love the wondrous holiday. And this spring I am looking forward to seeing it again come winter time.