Writing names

We named our first son Pierson. When my dad heard the name for the first time, he said 'what the hell are you doing to that kid? He will never be able to write his name with all those letters.' Coming from someone named 'Joe' he had a very valid point. I laughed and life moved forward.

Fast forward to Pierson's preschool days last year. They were teaching the kids to write their names. One week after my dad died suddenly, we had a scheduled parent conference with the teachers. I really wasn't up for going for obvious reasons but knew we had to keep moving. We were sitting in the conference when the teacher said, 'Pierson is having trouble writing his name!' Immediately thinking of my late dad, I burst out crying and the teachers aide gently touched my arm and said, 'It's okay, he's 4. Several of the kids are struggling with their names!'

The other day, P handed me a piece of paper with his name spelled out across the middle. I was so proud and would have loved to have called my dad and shared the moment. Yipppppeeee Pierson....moving on to the 8 letters in your last name!!! (Dad only had 3 in his last name!)





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Naked girl jammies

My two year old asked me if I would put 'naked girl' jammies on her and before I could question what she was talking about, I saw her Little Mermaid jammies. The Little Mermaid is dressed in a little shell bikini and looks 'naked' to a young child used to people in clothes!!



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Miss you!!

This my friends is a picture of the best parents EVER! They taught us how to love, laugh, cry and love and laugh some more!! To honor my dad on the anniversary of his passing - I need to honor BOTH my parents! Because of the love they shared (one day short of 54 years) we are the amazing people we are today....Thank you mom and dad for all you did and continue to do for us! We are taking good care of mom - she has taught us a lesson on being strong the last 12 months...she is taking good care of us...we are ALL taking care of each other!! We miss you daddy - I hope you are looking down and I hope you are proud of all your girls, all your sons-in-law and ALL your grandkids! I speak for all of us when I say...WE MISS YOU AND LOVE YOU DEARLY!!

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Talk about false advertising...I thought Hellman's was supposed to bring out the best!!!


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A story only a dog lover will enjoy..

Let me begin this story by explaining that we have a rescue dog named Bernie that is a rat terrier/jack russel mix. He likes to burrow under the covers at night and if you 'stretch' into his space he growls and nips...nips, not bites!!

Anyway, last night as I was putting A to bed, she asked me to move Bernie. He happened to be sleeping in a little sweet ball of pup at the foot of her bed and I told her I would but she was mean for wanting to disturb him. She looked at me and said, 'I am not mean - I just don't like to be bit in the middle of the night!!' Well said my little honey...I moved Bernie!!
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Message from above

Hubby and I received some great news yesterday - good news does not always equal pregnancy so let me be the first to clear the air....I am not pregnant! Anyway, we received some great news that we so desperately wanted to share with my dad that passed last year. I walked outside and the sky looked amazing...a message from above that dad is still with us!






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Popsie / Breaking teeth

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
~Anton Chekhov

A (my almost 4 year old) was looking out the kitchen window and staring at the moon last night. She looked at me and said, 'mommy, if I look hard enough, I think I can see Popsie in the moon. You know how the moon follows us everywhere we go???? Well, I think Popsie follows Nonie everywhere she goes. You know why, because he loves her soooooo much!!'

So deep and so sweet for an almost 4 year old!!

On a lighter note, A went to the dentist yesterday to have some cavities filled. Last night when she was going to bed she asked me if she could break her teeth. When I asked 'why' she said, 'I love the dentist and want to go back and get a toy!'


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