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  • Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Face Painting R Us!

    Facepainted before
    Hopey (on the right) and her BFF…I know, they could be sisters…soon after we arrived at her BFF's communion party.

    Hopey-and-bff
    Hope and her BFF…after my two oldest daughters got a hold of 'em…YIKES!

    Yes, as a matter of fact, they ARE available for parties!

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  • Nearly Wordless Wednesday: One Size Fits All

    Hugs

    Raising 4 children, I feel it safe to say that there are very few words in the English language (or, Hungarian for that matter) that a parent (like me) could ever get tired of hearing.

    "I need a hug!"

    Unless, they happen to be 4 words, used as a directive, that, as most things my children expect of me, require my complete and immediate attention in the most inopportune of times, too.

    [drains pasta]

    "Oh, just wait a second."

    Some folks would perhaps believe it bad form of me to make the poor kid "wait" for his/her acknowledgment that,  Mommy loves you, yes I know.

    "I…need…a…hug!"

    Or, perhaps it is only the "frazzled" and "wigged-out" part of me speaking and…cheese and rice…but, it's also the fact that I happen to hear it ALL THE TIME!

    "I need a hug…I need a hug…I need a hug…I…NEED…A…HUG!!!"

    It doesn't take long for things to get a little needy around here, you know?

    "Mommy?"

    Gosh, but these kids seem to come outta no where!

    "WHAT NOW!?!"

    What, would it matter if I told you that the kid sneaked up on me, made me jump out of my slippers and nearly burn all my chest hairs off?  No?  Oh, you don't have chest hairs?  Me either.  But, gosh-DARNIT if everything else on my body doesn't feel like it needs a date with the guys over at Jiffy Lube.

    [bites lower lip]

    "What do you need, Hopey?"

    My youngest is 7, but — at that very moment — she had the look of a middle-aged woman.

    "Nothin'…"

    Serves me right, I know.

    "But, I think YOU need a hug, right?"

    Aaaand, with that, I dropped down [care…full…eee] on one knee, took my hug like a big girl and proved, once again, that it IS one of the few things in life that happens to fit just right!

    "HEY MAH!"

    SNAP!

    "Gotcha!"

    That's when my 13 year-old took that picture and…HAH!…made you look, I bet you thought it was the sound of my last nerve snapping, right?  No?  Me either.  Because, I happened to break that a loooooong time ago, too!

    Anyone else need a hug, they ARE free you now?

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  • Nearly Wordless Wednesday: The Girl Formerly Known as Mini-Me

    Me-and-apu

    Me at 6 years old with my dad.

     
    Indianminime  

    Hope [formerly known as Mini-Me) celebrates American Indian Day 2006 in Kindergarten.

    My parents insist that my youngest daughter also acts…EXACTLY…like I did, at her age.  You know, like, how the girl just can't seem to slow down, or focus on doing one thing, without running off into a million different directions, at once!

    "It's like watching you, all over again."

    And, if you were to ask my husband, Garth [not his real name] his thoughts on raising Hope [formerly known as Mini-Me] the youngest of our 4 rugrats, recently turned kidlet; should be easy, right?

    "My only goal in life is to reach 50, before she, you know, kills me!"

    Hope-bw

    She's almost 8 now, 6 years since I first started blogging, but I find myself writing less and less about my Mini-me…I mean, Hope…because, you know, she CAN read now.

    "She's mommy's little ticket into heaven!"

    My mother just sits and grins and tries to convince me not to worry about the future, like, when Hope becomes a teenager…[cringe]…too much.

    "You can always send her over to our house."

    Yeah, my parents spoil their grandchildren (terribly) so, it's very difficult for me to convince my children that these are NOT the same people I grew up with, but my father is quick to add that having grandchildren is a blessing.

    "They are our little tickets into heaven."

    [blank stare]

    Hey…wait a minute…pshaw…d'oh, nevermind.

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