Supermarket Sweep

I was looking at some no slip hair bands and when I turned around to put them in the basket, I noticed Cole had been doing some shopping of his own.

I cannot believe that I get this kind of entertainment for free. Motherhood is wonderful!

Powder Room

Recap of the last week here in the Eggleston home...

cramps Friday and Saturday, s-u-c-k-e-d!
Sunday, felt muuch better so I worked
Monday, went for a visit to San Antonio to see my friends, The Kellys
Tuesday, was supposed to work on Will's fabulous Father's Day gift,...did not...it will not arrive in time, shit, shit, shit
still Tuesday, Cole and I spent 3 hours at the pool,...so much fun!!!! Miss Cam, and Little Sir Peyton were great helps (aka babysitters). Cole wanted nothing to do with me. I layed out a little and floated in the lazy pool. Used SPF 4, so I can tan you know. Did I? No, but I burnt the hell out of my back. It will look fab in a few days, if I live through the pain long enough. My legs, still the same. Seriously, what does a Mexican girl gotta do to get a tan?????
Wednesday, woke up and came home early enough to take a nap. walked into Cole's room and was greeted by Sunday's mess....



So this is how it all played out:
I was in the computer room working on a birth announcement. I heard clattering and noise in Cole's room. He was in there, I had an idea what he was doing but I was enthralled in the design process so I worked on. I called out to him, "Cole, you ok?" "Yes Mommy, I ok." he replied. I was fine with that. I had a feeling he was throwing his book on the floor. I finally finished my design and went in to check on my precious little angel. To my horror, I realized the noise he was making was the bottle of powder being flung many many times across the room. I didn't make a peep, I walked out to get the camera....

It was worth it to get it on camera. In the last few weeks I would give the powder a funny look... I would wonder if he was at that stage where it was appealing to throw it, or if he had passed it or if it was yet to come. I shrugged it off, and left it open, ready to use. The day had come I guess. Nonetheless, it was fun. and classic. I am still cleaning the powder.

still....Wait

Just last night I started getting the tell-tale signs that you know who would be visiting. You know, the dreaded aunt? For me at least, I dread her. Anyway, I withdrew a little from my family, I wanted to just crawl up into the guest bed and run over all the possibilities, was it that I needed more faith, Clomid, PreSeed, was it something in me, had I done wrong, was I a bad person, did I not deserve this.....

I had to make a very conscious effort, again and agian, to put these thoughts out of my head. I am trying to surrender all to Him, to leave it in his hands and sometimes I forget to do that. But last night, I did. Then this morning, as I was looking through my past posts, I found it:

WAIT
by Russell Kelfer

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And the Master so gently said, "Wait."

"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.

"My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.

"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply."

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied again, "Wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?"

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .
and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.

"I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.

"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all you can see.

"You'd never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

"The glow of my comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you.

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."

Talking Back

Cole and I would occasionally watch a cartoon together and they ask you to interact. Mickey Mouse says, "Say it with: Mishka, Mooshka, Mickey Mouse." I was the only clown repeating after Mickey, Cole showed no interest in talking back to Mickey.

Just yesterday I noticed him talking to the Blue's Clue guy (who frankly I think is quite creepy-Cole thinks he's quite spiffy).

He was singing the Wonder Pets song: "The phone, the phone is ringing....". I was singing the stupid thing the rest of the afternoon too. Sooo annoying when you can't get a song out of your head, especially one you hear waay to often!

I suspect that on one of these cartoons, he learned to fish. He got this foam tube from an old toy from his baby days that was jammed into the garage (yes-the one we have been spending a lot of time in) and was going to make it's way into the trash. He snaked it before I could throw it out and he ran to the mailbox, ie curb. I ran after him yelling "get back here, not in the street!"

"I'm fishing mom!" WTF? Where did he learn to fish? He's standing on the curb dropping the foam tube into the street. He was really fishing! What an imagination! I wish I had gotten a picture to post but considering how close he was to the street I figured best just tell the story. Perhaps I can recreate the moment...

Thursday anticipation

I get super excited for Thursdays to come. Wednesday nights I usually run around the house "hunting" for trash just to fill up the trash can. Like really, I'll go into the garage and start looking at things and breaking down shoe boxes because when in doubt, throw it out! I have a fear of ending up with a trash can that can no longer fit the rest of my trash. Then what do I do? I may resort to walking around the neighborhood asking my sweet neighbors if I can dump in theirs. Haven't had to do it, hope I never do, but let me tell you that I have it in me.

How did I even get to talking about trash day? Oh yeah, that's right... Our current project is cleaning out the garage and there was...er,.. is a lot of trash in there. I started two nights ago and it is so sweet to be able to clean out the garage. We park our cars blocking the driveway so that Cole can play with all his outdoor toys while mommy cleans the garage and daddy works in the yard. It has been really really nice. The garage is about 3/4 done and it's kinda bittersweet. We'll park the cars in the garage but Cole will probably not have fun in the sun for a good while.

Ok ADD girl, focus...

So Monday evening we had pretty much filled the trash. You can imagine the anxiety this caused knowing I had 2 more days to go with nowhere to put the trash. Visions of me walking down the street with stinky trash bags ran through my head and I had a light bulb moment.

I called Daddy-O who quickly came to the rescue. My parents live out in the boonies and they don't have trash pickup they have to take it to a trash center (???). The awesome thing about this is that they are not limited to visits or gallon-age like us city-folk. So he had a trip to the trash and he took mine too.

Panic attack/neighbor harassment suit averted! Woohoo! -until next week at least:)

No Please.

Me: "Cole, do you want some pancakes?"

Cole: "No please."

Me: "Do you want pancakes or not?"

Cole: "Yes, I don't want no pancakes."

30 seconds later:

Cole: "Mommy, I want pancakes."

Just Beachy!

No beach trip would be compete without:

1.) Daddy
2.) Wadding in the water
3.) Chasing the Seagulls
4.) running into walls
5.) Cole's trucks
6.) and of course, Nana (aka photographer)Considering how close SPI is to us, we don't go nearly often enough. First of all, the water is cold, the sand is...gritty, it's hot, and despite all my efforts, I never tan! So, really, if I can't tan, what's the point?

Well, I've been dying to go and take Cole because he's never been. I know, it's sad, we've never taken him. But just for the record, Will and I have had romantic getaways there;)...

So we finally went. Got some great pictures, ate some great food, and spent some fun family time together. I am only posting a few pictures because I am working on something BIG for Father's Day and since my dear snugglebug reads the blog I don't want to give the surprise away!

Mom joined us to be our "photographer" because I wanted some great shots, which we got. See post Kisses that Melt, the rest I'd like to work with for Father's Day and to doctor them up like the pros for framing on our own walls. Let me just clarify, I am not a professional nor do I wish to be, if you want a professional photographer, look for Melissa Rodriguez' blog on the right,-her work is fantastic! Now she is a pro-and a sweetheart too! She gave me some good advice and I think they turned out great. Thank you Melissa!I have no idea what he was saying or doing in this picture...