Skylar vs Santa

Every mom dreams of the beautiful Santa pics she will have of her sweet and calm child sitting on Santa's lap. I knew Skylar wouldn't be able to say what she would like for Christmas....she has no idea what that means but in my heart I wanted her to say to Santa what she says to everything else....BUBBA??? !!

However, as every mom soons realizes....it doesn't quite go that way.

Let me just preface this with the fact that I was dreadfully sick with this everlasting cold of 2.5 weeks and so I wasn't looking my best or probably being the upbeat-get-child-excited-for-whats-to-come-mommy that I could've been but whatever. We get in line and I am slightly disappointed that the Santa and Mrs Claus that are usually at our site are replaced with one Santa with a gray beard (dude dye it!). Skylar starts to get very quiet and pensive and I slowly realize that this may not go as well as my dreams, however, she is just being quiet so I stay hopeful. But as I start to walk closer--the crying starts. Skylar becomes glued to me so that we are more one being than when she was in utero. Ryan of course has the camera and is so upset that Skylar is upset that he doesn't want to take a pic...because his baby girl is crying (how come that doesn't work for me!). Grey Santa tries his best to bribe my daughter with candy and toys but it is to no avail and I realize that we are ruining everyone's chances at smiling pics with Santa so we go. We got one pic you can barely see Sky's face in and I again have no makeup and look awful. Santa isn't even smiling. Merry Christmas to all!!!

Next year....makeup and a pre-lesson on taking the crying pic because it is at least a memory that we all laugh at later!

Daddy's Girl

I just need to document on computer that Skylar loves her Daddy more than me! Sky has a cold and some serious congestion....and last night she pushed her Mommy away to get to Dad. Humph!

So little miss....when you get older and it is Daddy that says no---remember that you love him more! I love you! :)

The CLOSET

One time when your mommy and daddy were very young...maybe 15 because we were too young to drive, I rode my bike to your daddys house. Now it was the middle of summer and no one else was home. I wasn't supposed to be there but we were just hanging out. We seriously didn't know any different. I believe this is the afternoon that we "walked around the kitchen table." There is this show Full House that was big when we were kids and in one episode, a couple kids participated in a Greek ritual of walking around a table vowing to spend their lives together. We actually did this....and I guess it worked. :)
ANYWAYS....all of a sudden we hear a car door. YIKES! It was your grandmother .... we didn't know what to do. Dad hid me in the closet before his mom came through the door. Dad was trying to get information out of his mom as to why she was home so early...in the meantime...daddy's dog Max was sitting outside the closet whining! This is when I noticed through the crack in the door that my extra hair clip had fallen out of my pocket and was sitting right beside the bed. All I could do was pray that daddy saw it before his mom did. It felt like an eternity but I remember her saying that she was coming home to take his brothers school shopping so it couldn't have been that long. Finally she left but I never, NEVER went over to his house again when his parents where there!

Let this be a lesson, just be honest....it saves on anxiety meds!

How Mommy and Daddy Met

As I said....I am hoping to recount various events in our lives that have led us to this place so that Skylar will have all of these written down for her one day.......

Mom and Dad met in junior high. We were 12 years old and I hated your Dad. Your father had 30 girlfriends before he started dating your Mommy but that is okay because most only lasted a day. This is the perfect reason why you shouldn't allow first impressions to be your only impression. Your daddy had lots of girlfriends but most were just friends he held hands with. A couple of those girls he did love and that is okay too. Your daddy actually asked me out in junior high but I never said yes. THEN our freshman year in high school, Dad started dating Mommy's best friend....who broke Daddy's heart *not really but at 14, it felt like it*. While they dated, I got to know your Daddy and realized what a kind-hearted, good person he was. And I realized that he was sorta cute! We had study hall together and when my friend broke up with your daddy, we started to pass notes. I still have the note we wrote the day I told him I liked him. It's silly now but I love that note. Your daddy asked me out the next day on the phone. It was January 18th, 1997....and we still argue as to what time it was. Our first true date was 2 weeks later at the Winter Formal (because your daddy was grounded!). The pictures are frightful because this is before your mommy believed in makeup and doing something with her hair. And I wore a long green church dress....sad to say the least! But your daddy acted like I was beautiful!

To this day, I think your daddy is my very best friend. We still leave notes to each other but now they end with " Love, me". I am a lucky lady and I hope baby girl that one day you meet your very best friend and spend the rollercoaster of life with that person!

Fun Family Times

So last night I realized that I like working away from home. This may sound odd but I so enjoy coming home to that little girl running to me with arms open wide. And then dragging me through the house to show me Bubba (the dog). But last night after a particular trying day at work since my co-workers seem to be stuck in the 6th grade and after having a touch of the flu of which had me in the bathroom most of the time at work (details excluded of course)....I walked in the door to that bubble of joy. She was so excited to show me the Christmas tree just in case I forgot it was up and Bubba and her ball (all of which existed before yesterday and still exist today but her endless joy with all is just precious) and she just kept saying Mama Seeee, Mama Seeeee. LOL. I hope I never forget the particular inflection in her voice as she squeals Seeee.

And for Skylar's purpose when she is grown with a family of her own: Don't even think of getting sick. Because instantly your husband will be sick and your children will throw up and you won't have time to be sick. This happens every time and there is nothing you can do about it. It is as certain as death and taxes. BUT you can always call YOUR mommy who will come running over with open arms and help and no fear of getting sick. Your mommy will always come (just as mine does!)