dogs: have been bolting every time they see a squirrel...for the second day in a row they broke free from me when i was walking them and they were gone for a good hour. when they finally showed up they smelled horrific! i tried to get the bad boys into the tub to no avail. they've been on lock-down since. dad will have to wash them when he gets home (he'll be psyched). despite my best efforts my house smells like a barn.
ruby: i got home a little early from work last night and was able to see the girls before they went to sleep. ruby said : 'mom, the kids asked me why i had to stay back in second grade' me: 'yeah? what did you tell them?' ruby: 'that my mom said it was the perfect place for me' me: 'that's a great answer ruby! do you feel like it's the perfect place for you?' ruby: 'yes but can i skip third grade' :)
pretty soon the frogs and toads will say sayonara until next year
this poor guy endured quite the manhandling yesterday
he was the biggest one caught so far
miss ruby just didn't want to let him go
frog expressions from left to right:
1. aaaaaaaahhhhhh. get me outta here!
2. now i'm getting pissed (you see the scrunch in his eyes too don't you?)
3. this is it? this is my life? don't i get a last supper? (he's frowning, poor guy)
as a mother you want to protect your children from everything, everyone. you want to take on their pain, their worries, their insecurities, their anxieties so that perhaps you free them so they can just be a kid. i so wanted to see my girl laugh with her friends this morning as i dropped her off at school. i wanted them to surround her and hug her and tell her that no matter what they've got her back. i wanted to see excitement in her big brown eyes and with it the belief that this would be her year to shine. alas, none of that happened. i don't know how i allowed this fantasy to even enter my mind. i know how cruel children can be without them even realizing it. i felt her pain deeper than i've ever felt any pain. my heart shredded. my stomach in knots. it's taking all i have not to drive back to the school, scoop her up in my arms, hug her and tell her this is all just a bad dream....