WORD PRESS ROCKS

And here’s why.

One of my freinds, a dear dear friend whom I Love Dearly…. Found me through Word Press.

I am going to have to blog more often, in simple gratitude.

THANK YOU!

 

Home-sick

I am homesick.

For my little bitty apartment, on Sesame Street. The one with not enough plugs in the kitchen, or counter space. The one where the windows didn’t always work quite right, and the screen door was falling off it’s hinges.

You know the one. The one where my son grew up. Where he ran around a big looping figure 8 around the chair, did his Yo-Gabba dance (a galloping, thigh slapping dance) the first time. The place where Brian, Ray and I were invincible. A family.

Safe. Together.

I called over there today, asked what a 2 bedroom would cost. I know that a 1 bedroom would be just a little bit too small for the 3 of us now.

But I want to go home. I don’t know how I’ll do it. I don’t know how… because almost all my money is going to daycare and gas. But I’ll find a way.

I told Brian tonight, on the phone, that I want to go back. That I need to go back home to sesame street. There’s no back yard for Ray to play in, but the rent’s do-able if Brian starts working fairly quickly, and it’s central to bus lines and stores and parks and all sorts of stuff.

I want to go home.

I want to go home.

I want to go home.

Yellow School Bus

God bless the Yellow School Bus.

Well, the first day, 1 week ago, I was cursing it to three forms of hell. They didn’t stop for Ray, and he ended up running after it to no avail (with daycare diva). It near broke his heart. Then the bus people didn’t answer their phones… V. V. aggrivating!

But! Ray is now going to school. It has been 1 week, and he is doing great. He loves the Yellow School Bus, loves it so much that I use it to bribe him to get dressed in the morning. “Do you want to go on the bus today?” 

 ”YAY! Bus!”

“Then you need to get dressed!” Arms fly into the shirt, head pops out, legs into pants… He really wants to go on that bus.

Another good thing about the bus, and school, is that he no longer takes a nap. Which means he is out by 8pm. Which sounds horrible, since we don’t get home until 6pm… But he was staying up until 10:30 at night and later. Now, Mommy gets some time to read, to write… To blog.

I’ve noticed that he’s talking a lot more now, too. His “Mommy, Mommy,” as he tries to show me what’s important to him has lost the baby in it. It is now almost all boy.

My boy. Going to school.

Sigh.

Growing up is hard to do. But letting go is just a wee bit harder, me thinks.

Swine Flu

So.

Brian is at a facility that has a “confirmed” 12 cases of Swine Flu. They were diagnosed on Monday or so. According to Brian, they found out about it after watching the channel 13 news.

After Ray and I had been there on Saturday.

Needless to say, I freaked out. Ray gets so sick, so easily. So I was on phone with all the doctors and everything. Ray and I are both fine.

But still.

How can people get that sick, and nothing be done to contain it from the the public? It just doesn’t seem right.

Oh well. I don’t have all the particulars, but I’m sure I’ll get more details as his letters flow in. Cuz I’m not going to see him for a while.

Not gonna happen.

There’s no way that anyone’s worth putting Ray in harms way. And while the Swine Flu is like any other flu— it can still kill the little ones.

So sleep well, Brian. I’ll see you in a few weeks or so.

PS- Brian does not have it at this moment.

Losing

So I’ve been running like a banshee after Ray since becoming a single mom by default. I collapse into bed at night, tired beyond belief, wake up the same way.
Oh. And I’ve lost almost 20 pounds.
In one month. I’ve almost eliminated all fast food from my diet (about 1 time every 2 weeks or so), so that helped it along, too. I can’t tell yet in the area’s I want to know that I’ve lost weight– like the waistband of my jeans. But… But…
I’m wearing a shirt I haven’t worn in a very long time. The sleeves aren’t tight on me anymore, and it’s not skin tight across areas that I don’t appreciate the attention in.

So. I may not be losing where I wanna, but at least I’m losing. Right?

And the best part about it is that Ray loves it. Thinks the things we’re doing are just the greatest things in the world. Spending time with his momma and having fun.

More soon, promise. Gotta tell you about my brush with the Swine Flu.

Writing

Have written close to 1200 words this weekend. Not much time left for writing here, sorry. Will try to get something up Monday or Tuesday for you.

The one, lone person who is reading this.

I’ve also included a pic of myRay of Sunshine as my header. Let me know what you think…. Personally, I think he’s adorable LOL

Wyn

QUICK WRITE IT DOWN

Came up with the perfect opening line for a story. Had to make sure to tell Leyla, so I wouldn’t forget as I was just on the edge of taking a nap.

Which is very very exciting when you realize that I haven’t written anything except for this blog and a couple of poems since… well, forever. YAY!

Will it work out? Who knows. All I know is that I have at least a start and can jump head first from there.

YAY TEAM ME!

Well no wonder that kid can’t talk

I am a very creative soul. Which has become glaringly apparent when I’m talking with Ray to and from day care.

There’s the Giant’s bed. As in, the bed for a giant. Bales of hay, piled high with a blue tarp folded haphazardly at the edge. And the cows.  Ray will point and say  “Cow! Moo…” with the moo soft and gentle. He also calls horses and the occasional goat & sheep a cow. Oh well, that will come in time.

The really sad part are the bumples. Yes. A bumple. The word popped out of my mouth before I thought about it and it has stuck. A bumple is a rail road crossing, that makes the car go “bumpity-bumpity-bump”. A Bumple.

Of course, I’ve also invented a whole new category for relatives. The Auntie Cousin. Yup. You heard it. Because I was a mid-life baby, and so was Ray, many of his cousins (the first kind), are the age that his aunt’s and uncles should be. Leyla is around alot, he loves her to death (he hugged the phone last night when she was talking to him)… Well, cousin just doesn’t get it. She’s an auntie. Sooo I invented the Auntie Cousin.

Now, I don’t really think that my bad language habits are going to hurt him. But it sure will make life interesting for his teachers when he starts pre-school (for communication disorders) on July 28th.

HEHEHEHEHEHE.

And really. Since we’ve been taking these super-sized morning trips? The whole 2 weeks? He has mastered up and down (via overpasses and the game we play with going “up-up-up” and “down-down-down” complete with sound effects), learned the word cow (and sort of what it is), the sound it makes, and all sorts of interesting things. He has blossomed.

So who cares if I make language more interesting? It’s the gift of a talented soul.

Right?

Right!

Whirli-Gig

Whirligig

Arms spinning,
legs pumping,
laugh squealing,
eyes flashing,
constant motion
brings back the
wonder of life.

My son has turned into a whirli-gig for his 3rd birthday. From one thing to the next like a maniacle hummingbird.

Whirli-gig. That is an almost perfect word to describe him. He finally passed out at 9:10pm. After waking up at 5am. If he had woken up at 5am with me again today, I think I would have thought seriously about the merits of cough syrup. Or indulge in a nice long cry.

Yesterday was Ray’s 3rd birthday. Nothing much, just him, Poppa and I. His family party will be on Sunday. For his actual b-day: A few presents, McDonalds for dinner, and playing with the toys afterwards. We drew on the concrete pad out back with side-walk chalk. We rammed cars. Ate a monkey, or tried to. Always moving from one thing to the next with lightning speed.

How can you not love a whirli-gig?

Bird Song, Dirt Digger

(Written previously)

It’s 5am and I’m sitting out back, listening to the birds. I love that there is so much… nature out here. Yesterday, Ray chased down the birds with a butterfly net. He waves bye-bye as they are fleeing his net. Mostly, they are these funny little birds with blue wings and tail and an off white chest. They are about the right size to fit in a cupped palm. Perfect for the butterfly net should he ever actually catch one. Yesterday, though, I also saw a hummingbird. It was so curious, had to check out the swing set. I guess it was just curious too see all the changes and meet the new neighbors.

Ray has also discovered the joys of digging. We brought out the sand box toys from Gacca’s, and he really loves that little shovel! There’s a little space on the patio, behind the big bush, this is bordered with wood planks and has nothing but dirt for him to have fun with. It’s all packed kind of tight, so I may buy some sand for it, or clean dirt. LOL.