Happy Monday

So this weekend was a score on so many levels, most particularly Sunday.

Weekend lesson learned: even kids need a date night.

What do you mean Raquita?

Oh dear internets let me explain.

Since the introduction of dear Miss Bri, who in the previous post picture was eating a lovely Gnome, she has, by necessity taken Cammys place as the automatic sidekick to mommy. When I have to go somewhere, and I’ll be gone for more than say two hours, Bri typically must come with, as she requires my body for meals. Which means either Cammy must stay with her father or She must share what used to be her one on one time with me, with a being who cannot walk, or do much of anything with out direct input from the mommy. And for my sainty and ability to get a thirty minute errand done in under two hours it means a lot of times she hangs with the daddy.

Needless to say, as much as Cammy loves her sister, she is, I am sure, annoyed by the infringement on her position as SUPREME BEING in our world. And what she has been craving I think has been a date night, aka some time just with mommy. Doing mommy and Cammy stuff. So we did that, un- intentionally mind you. Since Christmas when I got my paint set Cammy has wanted to paint with me, so this weekend while in Office Depot/Max (can you really even tell those two stores apart? Really?) She asked for a set of watercolors while I was touring for a workbook for her. (I know I should go to the teachers store for those items but we were there) and so remembering all the times I told her we could paint together I went ahead and bought them.

So, once we got home from shopping immediately she wanted to paint, but couldn’t find her coloring books, so I painted pictures for her to color in with her watercolors.

Yes I can draw, I’m pretty basic, just enough for my toddler to think I’m cool, but not enough to impress teenagers.

I painted a dog, a cat, her chair, a lion, flowers, an apple tree, and some other random, things that you get when you ask a three year old. “what would you like to paint?”

So she painted even though we didn’t make it to the Science center like we promised, and Sunday morning after bible study we went to the Magic house with Isaac, Jaelithe and her hubby John.

She had a blast. We went all up and through there. Bri was all about watching her sister, and Cammy showed her things and played and wore her self ragged. I was on official Cammy duty. We ran and played and she was all mommy look at this!! And how many times can a kid go down a slide in a minute? At least a hundred. How many minutes can a kid keep going? At least ten.

That place has a lot, I’m sorry I mean to type – HELLA LOT of stairs.

So, I think we got back on a good groove. She woke up this morning in a good mood, singing of her princess status. Which made Jerry and I feel better, shes been mopey and less than Cammy lately. But when she’s this kid it makes me want to work harder to make sure she stays this way.

In my dreams I am ubber mom.

You know the one who works from home and makes enough income to allow her husband to write his dream novel and the kids to go to private school. I make my own baby food, have time to clip coupons, meal plan, and keep a clean house. In my dreams I have dinner ready at quarter of six daily. My kids would eat healthy snacks and I would wake up every morning at five thirty for my morning run, with my dog or pushing my baby if she happened to wake up. I’d supplement school with home lessons (take that California) blog with out typos, and run my own photo studio from my home, which would be slightly larger and have more yard but still in the city, ideally Lafayette Square. And I’d scrapbook three or four pages a month for my personal albums. I’d date my husband twice a month at least if not weekly, and take my kids on vacations out of the country once a year.

Alas I have goals, in the mean time the mom I am isn’t so bad. My kid tells me so all the time.