Angels In My Rearview

I am a 30 year old MOM of 2, WIFE of 1. My chilluns are almost 3 and 1. I live in Texas as of the beginning of 2006. I have a wonderful and nearly-perfect husband who such praise is lost on because he is much less swayed by any acclaim, or already knows it. I am mostly fulfilled by my job, sometimes overwhelmed, and frequently searching for deeper meaning under piles of laundry. I believe in documenting the things that leave impressions and that make you laugh. Thus, I blog.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Not much, but it's something

It would appear that I have very literal people in my life. Based on my blog, my husband told someone that my plane would land around 3:30. Because it's like me to announce to the world my arrival time, and other very important details. Then my friend just IMed me and asked why I was back, I wasn't due back yet for another hour or so. Because I said 3:47.

If you must know, that was the estimated POST time. And I thought I was being funny.

We're back and very tired and better for the wear.

Avery cooed and giggled as I laid her down her bed. She missed it.

Benjamin immediately sought out vacuum parts to beat my exercise ball "like a drum" and his "songs sound pretty good" according to him. I need to get back to the basics, as demonstrated by 3 year olds. Do something completely inane and untalented and then congratulate myself on how good it was. Seriously, isn't that how it should be?

Benjamin learned a short 15 word song that contains both the words "albatross" and "butt" in one sentence. Now there's a literary masterpiece for a song. After some inopportune times of him singing it loudly, we had to discuss what kinds of words can only be said in the bathroom. I made that "in the bathroom" part up on my own. I'm not ready to enter the world of "bad word" "sometimes bad word" "not really a bad word but can be used wrong" and "only mommy can say that word when you color the carpet with magic marker" just yet. He is a very obedient boy so when he just can't control himself, he sings the song with his hand tightly covering his mouth, I guess so to keep the words from escaping entirely. Then about 15 minutes ago he sat in the bathroom bellowing the song. I said in my warning voice, "Benjamin....." and he said, "What mom? I'm in the bathroom, I can use that word." So there you have it. I've been beat at my own game. Again.

Avery perfected the art of snatching and running while we stayed in California. My cousin's daughter doesn't walk yet, so basically she was a sitting duck if she had something Avery wanted. Even an adult trying to catch Avery is a challenge. I feel so proud when my daughter steals other children's food and then runs through the house in an effort to evade.

I got reacquainted with how unbelievably fast paced life in California is. Even just "hanging out" in California involves a lot of travel and activity. I lived there for a year when I was 20 and it exhausted me. 10 years later, 1 week of it beats me to a pulp. But I did get a haircut and an In-N-Out burger, so all is well.

We're all going to go take a nap now. If anyone wants to know what time I'll be waking up....


  • At 4:33 PM, Anonymous s said…

    I am with Avery I cooed when I crawled into my own bed with my very own self made "hip grooves" aahh nothin like home. Welcome Home! Hi yellow- and GS I thought linda looked like me:(- and Mickey past away on Monday:(

  • At 7:41 PM, Blogger Code Yellow Mom said…

    s, s, s, you beat me to it and here I have been stalking the blog, but completely missed the 3:47 window of opportunity.

    Angela, you are funny. I laughed at the 3:47.

    I want pictures of the largest gathering of redheads...especially Linda, and I will decide who looks like her. :)

    Also, I need a post a day from you for the whole next week to make up for these extended absences.

  • At 8:25 PM, Anonymous Alicia said…

    I'm super glad you are back!

  • At 8:47 PM, Blogger Thoroughly Mormon Millie said…

    Welcome home! And thank you for taking the time to teach your son the different angles of word naughtiness. I had a friend who taught her kids that "stupid" was a bad word so they wouldn't call each other that, and then her oldest proceeded to tell me that it was a "garbage can word" when I was using it - well - appropriately. GRRRRRRR.


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