A Cold Snowy Night.....

I love being a mother! Tonight as Madelyn was getting all soapy in the bath I was standing in our room watching big flakes of snow fall on the ground. I have to say I was mesmorized by the beauty of it and like a little kid I wanted to go out and play in it. It was 8:00pm and the logical thing to do would have been to finish bathing Madelyn put her to bed and sit down and watch the Biggest Loser while eating a box of chocolate covered mint oreos all the while berating myself for not being motivated enough to loose those extra pounds that have been plaguing my life for who knows how many years! Anyway back to the snow.....in our family I am not known as the responsible one and so I threw caution to the wind, marched downstairs put on the warmest winter coat I could find and headed outside to brave the cold frosty air. My sister and I thought it would be fun to get out the blow up sled I had just purchased at the local Fred Meyer and try sliding down the little hill in front of our house. Who knew you could get going so fast on such a little slope. Meanwhile in the house Dallan finished washing up Madelyn, put her pj's on and decided it would be fun for her to watch her mom being silly from the window of her bedroom. It wasn't long before I had convinced him to let her come outside and play with me. I am so thankful for those sweet and silly experiences I get to have with her because they help to erase from my mind all the times I want to tear my hair out because I am so frustrated with this whole "motherhood" concept. So after Dallan finishes wrapping her up like a miniature Michelin Man she comes running outside to play with me. We giggled as we laid down and made snow angels in the front yard and screamed with excitement as we made our way on the sled down the hill in front of our house. When we finally got too cold and had to make our way back into the house Madelyn looked up at me and said "Mom, that was crazy (her new favorite word). I said yeah Madelyn that sure was a lot of fun. She then said "thanks for playing with me mom, I had fun". At that moment I was so grateful to be the "not so responsible one". I was thankful that against my better judgment I decided to let my three year old go outside and play in the snow just minutes after getting her out of the bathtub. I know that in just a short while she won't remember much of the night we played out in the snow but I know I will. I am so thankful to be her mom.

My First Attempt

This is my first official attempt at blogging. As you can see this blog site is dedicated to my good friend Emily. During naptime when the house gets quiet for a moment and I have a little bit of "me" time I mentally go over the long list of things I should but instead make my way to the computer. With one click of the mouse I am transported to the mind of my good friend Emily. The name that graces her blogsite sums up just who she is....."Concrete Sequential", for those that don't understand just what that means please visit her page and prepare yourself to be entertained. I have to admit that I become almost giddy waiting for it to pop up so I can read her latest rant. I must say that the thought of writing down my thoughts for others to see actually worries me a little. Perhaps if or when my good friend reads this she will realize two things....the first is that I am a little more insane then she remembered me to be and second, I am not nearly as funny or as whitty as she is. So Emily, I am sorry if I dissapoint you!
The Christmas season has come upon us again. This year came with the anticipation of knowing that our three year old, Madelyn, would for the first time really get Santa Clause. So to start things off I went out and bought a Christmas classic....Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer. She had seen the movie while we were home visiting family and since returning from our trip I had been asked countless times to sing the infamous song. She was so excited when I came home from the store with it and immediately wanted to watch it. We have been watching nothing else. So today while strolling the aisles at the store I came across the cutest little Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer plush toy. On his little ear was a tag that read "push here" which I did and at that point the toy came to life. His adorable red nose lit up and he started singing. I thought to myself Madelyn would love this and so in all my wisdom I purchased it. I was so excited driving home because I knew she would just go crazy over my latest buy. I showed her how to "push here" to turn it on and we are now coming up on 8 hours of me listening to Rudolph sing his tale of woe. I had just about had it when Madelyn walked into our office with the most dejected look on her face. I said Madelyn what is wrong which prompted her to hand Rudolph over to me while telling me that his nose was broken. Sure enough after careful inspection I found a large crack running down the length of poor Rudolph's nose. I asked her how the injury occured in which she replied it just broke. I knew this couldn't be the whole truth and remembered vaguely watching her put the little red nose into her mouth. I then asked her if she had bit Rudolph's nose. She shook her head yes and with tears coming down her cute cheeks said I don't want him anymore. This was the moment I had been waiting for all day. I could at this point just tell her that he wasn't good anymore and that would be the end of Rudolph's miserable life. However, I just couldn't ignore the distraught look on her face and so I said it's okay Madelyn his nose still lights up, he isn't broken. And like magic those few words fixed the problem and even as I put the last few words to this little story I am being serenaded by none other than Rudolph the Cracked Nose Reindeer. And as annoyed as I am at the moment I can't help but smile at Madelyn as she sits here singing along with her good friend the reindeer. Isn't Christmas great?