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| I love this one. this is just a few days after we got home. |
About Me
- rachel&norman
- Maine, United States
- Happily married for 14 years- celebrating the reality that our children are home
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
need a caption for this photo
Mommy, Johnny lika mechi!
Mommy, Johnny lika mechi! --said during a playdough session! YES! it is a breakthrough! I replied, "isn't it FUN to be messy?!" Followed by "Johnny lika big BIIIG motocahs!" He was cutting cars out of playdough with a cookie cutters at the time. Some kids talk a lot and some barely at all. I have talkers. Which is fine by me. We have that in common. I find it amusing how they need to narrate each and every activity as it is happening and then summarize and re-tell what just happened adding commentary. btw: I know some adults who do the same thing and I'll admit that I find it less endearing when they do it;...lol.
Sometimes we think they are really just dark-skinned Italians. Garak often enthusiastically exclaims during meals "Itsa gooda!" when asked how he likes the food. We're loving every little phrase at the moment. Pretty darned cute! Not that you haven't heard this before but really really believe it when I tell you; you don't need money to make your kids super happy! Mine are currently playing with playdough that we made using [cost = a few cents], disposable utensils that come with take-out, cookie cutters and are using empty Airborne cylinders for baby rolling pins.
Sometimes we think they are really just dark-skinned Italians. Garak often enthusiastically exclaims during meals "Itsa gooda!" when asked how he likes the food. We're loving every little phrase at the moment. Pretty darned cute! Not that you haven't heard this before but really really believe it when I tell you; you don't need money to make your kids super happy! Mine are currently playing with playdough that we made using [cost = a few cents], disposable utensils that come with take-out, cookie cutters and are using empty Airborne cylinders for baby rolling pins.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
2 newest Bruins fans
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| "dish wone ish Bluins!" |
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| come on! time to go! the game's on at Gramma&Grampa's! |
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| GO BRUINS!! |
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| It's past my bedtime but I wouldn't miss my 1st Bruins' game for anything! |
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| This is so great! I love how fast they go on the ice and then they fall down! |
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| giggling w/silly daddy |
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| look at me: the littlest Brimer Bruins fans |
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| I may be more of a fan of the game time snacks at this point but that's ok |
every first
A friend of mine told me how cute her children were being during the first week on January this year. They kept celebrating every FIRST as it happened. For example: this is the first hug I gave you in 2011, this in the first banana I ate in 2011 etc. It was pretty cute. Well I feel a bit like that since my return to my "real life" here in the USA.
Yesterday was the first time I was alone driving myself in 2 months. [I had been alone a few times last month but only to take a motorcycle taxi into downtown Kampala] Today was the first time I pumped gas in at least as long. I went to Hannaford's (grocery store) today by myself and realized that I was in America. I know that sounds odd, but I don't know how else to express it. I guess when I have the boys with me I am still in Uganda in some way. Does that make sense? They are with me and their presence feels familiar like home and it is as if I am still there. [there's song called "you are my home" from the broadway musical The Scarlet Pimpernel that fits really well in this train of thought] A little piece of me hasn't moved back here yet. I hope that they feel the same way because their brother feels familiar and I have kept as much the same as I could upon returning here. There are little moments when I feel like my old/former/real/recognizable self and I am suddenly aware of how long it has been since I felt like her. If it is this odd for me to realize that after 2 full weeks I am still not all the way home...imagine how they feel.
They are so remarkable you know? I mean angelic wonderful children. The kind others are jealous of, in fact. They listen and obey and enjoy almost everything we do all day. They cry if I don't let them help clean up and they fight over who gets to help the most. How could I have ever deserved this life? I don't deserve it. It isn't possible. I mean this morning they slept til 7am and when Hayden came in our room Norman got up and played with the boys and got them dressed. Once I was up Norman when down and made us French toast while the boys and I played. I mean picture perfect beautiful days we are having over here... *sigh* I am in love with them quite simply.
Yesterday was the first time I was alone driving myself in 2 months. [I had been alone a few times last month but only to take a motorcycle taxi into downtown Kampala] Today was the first time I pumped gas in at least as long. I went to Hannaford's (grocery store) today by myself and realized that I was in America. I know that sounds odd, but I don't know how else to express it. I guess when I have the boys with me I am still in Uganda in some way. Does that make sense? They are with me and their presence feels familiar like home and it is as if I am still there. [there's song called "you are my home" from the broadway musical The Scarlet Pimpernel that fits really well in this train of thought] A little piece of me hasn't moved back here yet. I hope that they feel the same way because their brother feels familiar and I have kept as much the same as I could upon returning here. There are little moments when I feel like my old/former/real/recognizable self and I am suddenly aware of how long it has been since I felt like her. If it is this odd for me to realize that after 2 full weeks I am still not all the way home...imagine how they feel.
They are so remarkable you know? I mean angelic wonderful children. The kind others are jealous of, in fact. They listen and obey and enjoy almost everything we do all day. They cry if I don't let them help clean up and they fight over who gets to help the most. How could I have ever deserved this life? I don't deserve it. It isn't possible. I mean this morning they slept til 7am and when Hayden came in our room Norman got up and played with the boys and got them dressed. Once I was up Norman when down and made us French toast while the boys and I played. I mean picture perfect beautiful days we are having over here... *sigh* I am in love with them quite simply.
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