Quote of the week

"I'm talking to myself and you're interrupting me!"

--Allison

Have You Ever?

Have you ever accidentally hurt your own child? Allison was dilly dallying getting into her car seat. She was standing in the car doorway with her hand on the car (the area between the front and back doors). I was putting things in the front seat. Then I closed the front door and immediately saw her fingers being crushed. I opened the door at once and immediately she screamed in pain. I felt so horrible! We went back into the CDC and got an ice pack to put on her two fingers. Thank goodness we were somewhere that had ice packs; otherwise, her fingers would be the size of Matt's big toes. Her two fingers look fine now with just a slight mark of redness.

But man, the guilt a mother feels when something like this happens. Sucks!

Happy Birthday, Sister! (Her b-day is really the 9th but I've got time now to write this)

It started with me holding up doll clothes to Mom's protruding stomach.
Then Tim poked you with a safety pin while changing your cloth diaper.
Then I pushed you down in your crib and when asked by Mom and Dad what happened to you I told them I don't know.
Endless days of playing 'house' and playing at the Piper's house.
Our big move to small town Council.
The 'Golden Gate' bridge in our backyard.
What? I stole your friend, Sharla?
Living in a one room shack for a month.
Trekking on over to Washington into a two bedroom apartment.
"It's your turn to pick up dog poop!" "No, it's your turn!" screamed both of us.
Beautiful Oregon. An even tinier apartment.
Lice. Yuck. Sucked (heh, heh - literally and physically).
Our own house! Our own bedrooms - finally!
Now you know why I was acting crazy in the bedroom?
Birthday parties. Sleepovers. Fights. Hugs.
Goodbye. You're off to Montana while I stay and room with Jill for a few months.
I'm in love. You're in hell.
I'm a Beaver. You're a party girl.
"Problem, Jim?" (I always had issues with people's breaths)
I'm literally on my own in an apartment.
You come to live with me. Thus, I become the ultimate sucker.
You move on and I move on.
We marry.
We mature.
We forgive.
We love.


I can't believe I'm 33 and you're 28!
Happy Birthday! I love you!