The house is silent, once again. My hubby is with my brother-in-law and some buddies on an rv trip to Indy 500. Drinking beer will be he highlight of the weekend and they may even see a few of the races (or is it only 1 race? Who knows? Who CARES??). Justin and Evan are my mother in law's house overnight! Drinking root beer, eating popcorn and watching the Chronicles of Narnia until late in the night. It's almost TOO quiet!
I had Corinne with me at a retirement party for a former high school teacher tonight. She was a wonderful teacher who also did the speech and theater with her hubby for about 30 years. She has kept in touch with literally HUNDREDS of former students and some of us were there tonight to honor her. It was very touching and sweet. But I swear, if I had to answer ONE MORE TIME about what is on my daughter's head to this one kid, I will have had to smack him upside the head! I know he's really still just a little kid, but I have a hard enough time as it is when she's meeting new people. (Corinne has a medium sized hemangioma on her forehead. I'll post a pic if I can find one).
Ok, she looks drunk in the first one (I swear, no hard liquor) but it gives you a semi shot of her birthmark. It's really really not that big of a deal. And as she gets older, it should disappear. And her hair will probably cover it (if she ever grows any) so it's not an issue for me most of the time. I'm just a little tired of repeating myself over and over about what it is to the SAME people.
Now my husband and I have commented to each other how strange it is that we really really don't see her birthmark anymore. Seriously! I see it, obviously, but I don't focus on it. (She also has a large one on her back and several tiny ones on her scalp). But when she's meeting new people, I notice that they aren't seeing her the way that I see her. Which is as the most beautiful baby in the world (no bias)!
Where was I going with this? Ah, yes. People and staring. Just ask the question you're thinking. PLEASE. I prefer to explain it outright and then we can focus on how damn adorable she is and not have you staring and then averting your eyes when I look at you. Lucky for her, she's a smiley, happy kid. She gets them every time with her beautiful smile and big eyes.
I had mentioned to Patrick that there was the cutest little yellow finch outside my kitchen the other day. The boys and Corinne all got to watch it with me as it jumped from branch to branch in the small poplar tree just outside the window. I said something like, "I want to get a little bird feeder so we can get more finches! They're so pretty and the song is so sweet." I'm thinking we could put some peanut butter on a pinecone and hang it there. Well, my well-intentioned, sweet-hearted husband comes home that night with a bird house. A BIG bird house (because bigger is always better, right?) that is on its own post that sticks into the ground. A BIG BIG bird house that he fills with a whole bunch of bird seed that instantly attracts the black starlings (I think) that are freaky looking to me. Bunches and bunches of these black beasts that knock the seed all over the patio(which attracted the bunnies, surprisingly enough) and poop all over his grill and made me start to worry about the bird flu epidemic. Yeah... All because I wanted a few finches to entertain me as I washed the dishes. BUT, I love him for his kind thoughts. It was really sweet to try and make me happy.
So, the plan is to wake up at normal hours in the morning (6 am, thanks a lot Corinne) and get going right away so I can go GARAGE SALING!!! I had such a great time buying her a whole buttload of clothes at the neighbor's house the other week, that I can't wait to see if I can find any other steals! Justin needs a spring coat (his zipper broke), Evan needs tank tops and Corinne could always use another dress.
So, as I go to bed, I will be thinking of how thankful I am that I can appreciate a quiet house, that I have the means to GO to garage sales, that my family loves me so much and that we can afford the air conditioner cuz baby, it's NASTY outside!
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