The Cleanup Fairy (a.k.a. Mommy is losing her mind!)

I am quite convinced that Rose Marie has a list of things that must be done each day. Topping that list, seems to be the task of cleaning up the house. Ironically, this also tops Mommy's list of things to do.

Mommy goes over to re-stack the shoes on the shoe shelf, put all the clean dishes in their cupboards, make sure that the toys are in the baskets, dirty and clean laundry are in their proper places etc. Rose Marie then makes sure that all the shoes are on the floor where they CLEARLY belong, that the pots and pans are strewn across the kitchen floor (not forgetting, of course to put a sandal in the saute pan, carefully covered with the proper lid,) place every conceivable toy all over the other floors in the house where they OBVIOUSLY look the most pretty, go through the dirty laundry and ever so carefully place Mommy's unmentionables on the couch or the ottoman to be admired by guests.

Thus, just as Mommy finishes taking the spatula and wooden spoon out of the bathtub, she turns around and is astounded to find that although she thought she had spent the entire morning cleaning, apparently the house is a pigsty and hasn't been cleaned in weeks!

To all who enter our home...know that about 2.7 seconds before you came through that door, the house was clean. My home is haunted by a beautiful, little clean-up fairy who decided to welcome you in her own adorable, "hospitable" way.

Pied Beauty

These cool, crisp, colorful days remind me of Gerard Manley Hopkins poem, Pied Beauty:


http://www.bartleby.com/122/13.html

Answered Prayers

Although this blog has been a bit quiet recently, my thoughts have been extremely busy. I feel as if I have so much to say, but it is all too jumbled to express.

One of the thoughts, that has been on my mind most recently, has been about my husband. I have been thinking about how much I write about our beautiful daughter, but I haven't mentioned as much about the man who works tirelessly to keep me home, so that I can enjoy her in all of her glory.

Somehow he manages in a single day, to listen attentively to his wife over a cup of coffee, work through the entire day (which includes more math than I think I ever did in highschool or college combined!), spend time teaching his wife how to play tennis, read several books to his daughter, distract his daughter so that his wife can cook a sometimes decent dinner, do his homework for his final graduate class, bathe his daughter, read to her (again!!!), tuck her into bed, pour a glass of wine and happily continue the conversation that was begun over the cup of coffee! Now I feel exhausted! After all that, he never complains, but lovingly performs each task. I still stand in awe over the fact that he manages to work full time and take the most difficult class in the Master's program and somehow end the day knowing that he has also shown a tremendous amount of love to the two girls in his life. I am so blest! This is a thought that has been very much on my mind. If my readers find it sappy, or sentimental I cannot apologize. I feel like I have been watching my husband, seeing his daily sacrifices and hoping someday, I can show him that true love that he so freely gives to us. Thank you St. Joseph for answering all of my girlhood prayers...you picked a good one!

Being A Big Girl!

1) Daddy installing carseat a week before baby came!
2) Going home from the Hospital!

3) This is our little baby, riding in her carseat which is now forward facing. I think she is so happy to realize that she is not by herself anymore, but that Mommy and Daddy are actually driving with her! Now that she knows she has an audience, she likes to sing to us while we drive. Who needs a radio?!