taking a page from one of marta's adorable diaries... here's a look back at my week...
i love the taste of: mini-sized twix, twizzlers, snickers & skittles. everything tastes better when it's miniature...especially when a miniature person willingly shares it with you!
i love the smell of: chlorine while i watch my toddlers taking lessons in one pool and the active adults 65+ aquasize class in the other. i enjoy feeling like i am smack in the middle of these two ends of the lifespan spectrum. i have a lot to learn from each. both age groups are well-beyond vanity and know that having fun and moving in the water with your friends are a lot more important than looking hot in a swimsuit.
i love the feel of: having my eyebrows groomed by someone else. (however, i do not love the self-conscious feeling i get every time the wax girl says, "just the brows, right?" i wanna laugh and say, " yeah...let the mustache and chin hairs keep growing"...but what if she's not kidding? do i have a mustache? when did i get this mustache? why has no one told me i have a mustache? and am i even spelling mustache correctly?! help!)
i love the look of: surprise in the target check-out lady's eyes when she looks at the twins in their full-check-out-glory (i.e. tantruming because i refuse to buy them each their own pack of watermelon bubble yum and full-size cans of red bull). ...no, not that look of surprise....i love it when she says, "gee, you really have your hands full" (like i've never heard that one before...) and i respond sincerely, " and you haven't seen my oldest two!"....that look of surprise!
i love the sound of: the seatbelt buckle clicking. after i have hustled my darlings through the target (still tantruming) and the parking lot (having several close calls with four-wheel drives)--threatened, cajoled, counted to ten (four times!), bribed and offered to help the two independent parties get into their booster seats. after being rejected numerous times, i finally start the car, adjust my sunglasses, buckle my own seatbelt and wait. and wait. then "mom, i can't dooooooo it! help!" so, i take off the glasses, unbuckle, unlock, open the door, get in the side door, climb over the shopping bags, reach into the third row and right then, click! "never mind, mom!"
i am thankful for: a little sister whose dear diary is much better than mine...and capital letters...i can't stand writing like this! i don't know how you do it, min! just know...imitation is the most sincere form of flattery...xo