Flowers

My son brought me flowers today. A red silk carnation and a yellow daisy made from strips of craft foam, both stuck into a styrofoam cup that had been colored brown and covered in glitter. He carried it like it was the Crown Jewels and carefully handed it to me when I picked him up from daycare. There was a card too, with his handprint inside and his childish signature. And a handprint card from Ellen, but she won't give it to me because she says that it is her paper.

I'm here to tell you, the Garden of Eden never grew flowers more lovely than the ones I got today. No artwork hanging in a gallery anywhere in the world is more precious than the handprint-on-construction-paper masterpieces I was given.

There are times when being a mother can wear you down physically, mentally, and emotionally. It is indeed the toughest job you'll ever love, and it is indeed a JOB. 24/7/365. But there also are flowers.

Adventures in the land of luxury cosmetics

I'm a cheap makeup kind of girl. Chances are, if they don't have it at Walgreens, it's probably not in my makeup bag. I'm lucky to have skin that isn't sensitive, so I don't have to go to the mall and spend $70 on a half ounce of foundation, y'know?

But. . .

I redeemed some credit card rewards and got a couple of gift cards to Sephora. So I decided that today I'd mosey on down to the fancy schmancy makeup store and see what all the fuss is about. It's been a lousy, crazy-busy week, and sometimes a girl just wants to treat herself to a little luxury.

It was AWESOME. Makeup, skin products, nail polish and perfume as far as the eye could see. Black clad sales associates falling all over themselves to help me. I usually prefer to browse uninterrupted, but I'd checked out their products online and wanted to see some samples of Bare Escentual Mineral Makeup. So I let them do a "foundation consultation" where a nice young woman named Sarah Beth showed me how to apply the powder foundation and extolled the virtues of the product. I ended up buying the starter kit (no need to tell Sarah Beth I'd planned on buying it before I ever walked in the door. . . I love my internet research). I also fell in love with Urban Decay eyeliner, which actually does glide on smoothly and stays put forever. I tested a couple of shades on the back of my hand 8 hours ago and still haven't managed to rub them off! At $16 a pop I won't be buying many of them, but I couldn't resist splurging on one, in a metallic rocker-chic silver. And I'll probably buy more later.

Just don't tell the nice folks at Sephora that I'll probably be buying them on ebay.

Two year checkup

Wednesday Ellen and I had the fun of going to see the doctor for El's two year old checkup. We saw Nurse Heather, the nurse practitioner, first. Nurse Heather first asked how Ellen was doing with verbal skills -- is she talking much? I just laughed and said that getting her to be quiet is the real problem! Heather was suitably impressed when Ellen piped up and said "Hi Heather!" and then proceeded show off the new pink shirt she was wearing. She also informed Nurse Heather "I peepee in the potty!" (We had a successful potty visit just before they took us to the exam room) Needless to say, Ellen got a gold star on verbal skills!

The official stats were: Height 35.5 inches (90th percentile) and 27.5 lbs (50th percentile). The doctor and the NP were both very pleased with El's growth and learning, and Nurse Heather just kept acting amazed at how well Ellen can talk. Of course, I knew she is perfect, but it's nice to have some outside confirmation!

Ellen only got one shot, but of course she was pretty upset about that. I can't blame her, I still cry over shots sometimes too. The best part is that we don't have to go for any more checkups until it's time for kindergarten!

Did anyone see where I left my sandblaster?

I have long contended that I can judge how good Sam's day has been by how dirty he is when he gets home. The more dirt, the better his day has been, with lots of running and playing and romping in the great outdoors. I'm thinking that today must have been a banner day in the History of Sam. At bath time, I got to deal with this:

and this:

and this:

And it looks like Ellen had a pretty good day, too:

Say it with me, now. . . Ewwww!

Happy Birthday Ellen

I love you.

The Magic and Mayhem of Mothering a Daughter

My daughter will turn 2 years old next week. She's not really a baby anymore, and toddlerhood will soon pass us by, as well. Sometimes I look at her and wonder how the time got away from me. I just blinked and suddenly she is two!

Two years ago it seemed impossible to me that I could love another creature as much as I loved Sam, that my house could get any messier, or that there was an episode of The Wiggles I hadn't seen. And then Ellen came along, and all of those things were proven false. Suddenly I loved another person more than I ever thought possible. The house got worse, The Wiggles taped some new episodes, and I realized that being a mom to a little girl is a whole lot different that being a mom to a little boy.

Sam was always kind of a mellow kid. . . there's NOTHING mellow about Ellen. She does everything with enthusiasm -- cries, eats, plays and laughs. She has the most wonderful, lusty, big laugh. Nothing held back with her. She's completely girly and tenderly mothers her babydolls like they were real children. She is a joy and a delight and I can't imagine life without her.

I just wish I could figure out how she got from this:

to this

to this!

Matthew 28:1- 6

Matthew - Chapter 28
1In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first [day] of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre.
2And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it.
3His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow:
4And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead [men].
5And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.
6He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.


Happy Easter, everyone.