Mama Musings

It still gets to me. Dreamsicle is an insomniac, just like her mama. I have lost count of the times that I will wake up in the middle of the night, slowly push back the covers as to not awaken a slumbering McGyver and make my way to the computer which is located in the loft, directly outside of our bedroom. Soon, just like clockwork, I will hear the gentle tapping of Dreamsicle's feet as she makes her way up to the loft. When she hits the step that allows her vision to crest the top of the staircase, she gives me an expectant look-almost as if to say-what took you so long to come out here? She will crawl up into my lap with her lovey, stroke my face as I silently kiss her head over and over-being certain to breathe in her scent for I know that far too quickly these precious moments of bonding will be over. She will continue to grow and will not require this level of reassurance which I know is a good thing. But for now, I cherish those late night/early morning cuddles, perhaps I need them just as much as she does.

Random

I wish I had beautiful Easter morning pictures to share with all of you but I don't. Dreamsicle made an early morning appearance that morning and all of the frivolity occurred while still dressed in a t-shirt one size too small and leggings one size too large (her outfit of choice to sleep in the previous night), a serious case of bed head and no time to be bothered to stop long enough for her mama to get a good shot.

You will have to take my word for it-she had a great time. She really dug looking for the eggs and could not believe the luck of a 3.5 year old when her eyes rested on the dark chocolate goodness molded into the shape of a bunny.

Things have been hectic around the mitten state. We are trying to wrap our minds around the fact that in a few short weeks our Lil Pea will be traveling to Georgia to live with his mama and daddy. It is hard to believe that it will be the first time he will live with his daddy and though we are overjoyed the kids finally get to be a family, we sure are going to miss the smiley shorty. We are also gearing up for the soonish arrival back on US soil of Chester-yippee! You all have no idea how happy my heart will be when he finally lands. Knowing that I will not have that worry to contend with again certainly will make for some peacefull sleeping.

G-ma and Poppa will be arriving back in the mitten state in a few short hours-Dreamsicle is about jumping out of her skin as she waits for them to make their appearance at our house. I am kind of thinking of putting sunglasses on when I first see them. Seeing them all tan and relaxed from the winter of sun and leisure just might make me a little green-eyed with envy.

Bad Dreams

Dreamsicle woke up last night after a bad dream. I heard her yelling in her room. From my bedroom it sounded like she was yelling, run from the tatoes! Hurry, hurry! The next thing I knew she was running into our bedroom, soaked in sweat. I scooped her up and wiped away her "eye drips" and asked her if she had a bad dream. She told me yes and we proceeded to talk about it. Apparently she had a bad dream about food. Those dog gone carrots and potatoes were chasing her and she couldn't get away. Anyone care to analyze that dream?

McGyver swears it must have been due to her recent viewing of a few Sp*onge B*ob S*quare-Pants episodes-he thought Sp*onge B*ob was some type of vegetable. Hmmmmm.