Monthly Archives: October 2007

blessings

Counting my blessings

Oct. 1

  • Poppy wasn’t ready to wake up this morning when I went in to get her. She fell back asleep in my arms, and I had the rare opportunity to watch her sleep. It was so peaceful and lovely.
  • A good first day on the job for Rockford.
  • Getting 3 magazines in the mail in one day! (Smithsonian, Real Simple and Cooking Light)
  • The Broccoli Mystery

    Oct. 2

  • Poppy calling me her “only one Mommy.”
  • P being a peach at my doctors appointment.
  • Fish stick po’ boys.

    Oct. 6

  • A nice, long bath.
  • Delicious sloppy Joes.
  • Treats from a local bakery. Yum!
  • Strolling down the street after picking up the treats.

    Oct. 7

  • Going to church, and Poppy being excited to go beforehand.
  • The guy on the motorcycle in front of us standing up and wiggling his bottom.
  • Holding hands with Poppy.

    Oct. 8

  • Bowling with Poppy.
  • Clean-shaven Rockford.
  • A very convoluted “CSI: Miami.”
  • While flipping through my “blessings book,” I asked Rockford, “Do you remember March 13?” His response: “That was probably the day you took the pregnancy test. I remember, because I also got the ‘Rockford’ DVD set that day.”

    Oct. 9

  • Poppy reciting part of “The Poky Little Puppy” — “in spite of that …”
  • Poppy reciting the dog party sequence of “Go, Dog. Go!” while running at top speed around the coffee table.
  • The way she asks to be held: “You want Mommy to hold you?”
  • The heated seats in Rockford’s car.

    Oct. 10

  • Poppy having a very, very sweet day. Among the highlights, she pretended to call her cousin, baby Claire. They chatted about diapers. And as we drove past a local barbecue restaurant and she caught sight of their sign, she said: “I see a piggy! A darlin’ little piggy!”

    • Flotsam / Jetsam

    The good, the bad, and the ugly. (The mundane edition)

    The Good: I managed to get the living room and dining room vacuumed before “the bad.”

    The Bad: The vacuum cleaner starting making a sad, dying “wuuuuurble, wuuuurble” noise when I started on Poppy’s room.

    The Ugly: There’s a mouse in the house. Which probably means there are mice in the house. I’m not sure yet what I’m going to do about that. I’d like to be humane about it, but I’d also like them not to come back in the apartment. It’s a quandary.