The Aquarium

My friend Emily is home-alone-with her two kids for 12 days. Her husband is on a work trip in Hong Kong. Nothing like leaving your wife in 100 degree Texas summer heat with a 1 year old and a 4 year old. :)

Yesterday before I came over, her four year old, Dax said, "Mom, who is coming over to keep us company tonight?"

I like to think Dax and I have a special relationship. When he was 2, Emily and her husband  went to Hawaii and for a couple of days I kept him at their house. That was my first experience with motherhood. I have NEVER been so tired in my life. When Dax went to bed at 8; I went to bed at 8. When Dax took a nap for 2 hours during the day; I took a nap for 2 hours during the day. I remember Emily trying to Skype one night around 8:30 but Dax and I were already in bed snoozing.

Needless to say my best memory of keeping Dax was when he woke up and started crying out. (This was not normal for him.) I went to his bed and his aquarium had stopped working-see picture below. Dax loved this thing. I realized it had run out of batteries and I had to fix it or neither of us were going to sleep that night. I couldn't get it unhooked from the crib so I crawled into the crib with him. Then we had to find batteries, a screw driver, and of course figure out HOW to actually then put it back on the crib-which of course I crawled back into the crib to do. As soon as the aquarium started working again, Dax said, "Good, Farra."  I knew we could both go to sleep.

So, back to last night....Dax is now 4. I was coloring with him and his sweet sister. This is our exact conversation.

Dax: "Sarah, I like your Mercedes."
Sarah: "I like your van, Dax."
Dax: "You mean my Honda Odyssey?"
Sarah: "Yes, your Honda Odyssey."
Dax: "Thank you Sarah. That is very kind of you. Am I scribble scrabbling?"

I love how our conversation has changed in two years. It went from--"Good, Farra" to "That is very kind of you." How kids change.

Wonka

Could I be any cuter? How I love this little man.

When I become an adult...

I find myself thinking multiple times a week 'when I become an adult'...but lately I realized I am an adult. But to me, an adult means having your own house and living without anyone's 'rules'. You see, I live with my sister, who I love, but she owns our house. So, she does have the ultimate say.


So, when I become an adult I will.....

• Keep the counters in the kitchen cleared off
• Keep the coffee pot clean
• Keep the laundry room clean, the lent tray cleaned out, and nothing ontop of the dryer
• Keep the TV remotes in one place
• Have a huge closet so there is enough room for my clothes, shoes, and jewlery (Have you seen Bethenny Frankel's-it is to die for?)
• Have a very calm serene bedroom
• Have matching bedside tables
• Have a King size bed
• Have a rain shower head




• Have a huge backyard for Tucker to run in

Now, you might be thinking, Sarah, really? I have been an adult for a while and I still don't have some of thosethings, or some of the things on my own wish list. Well, this is just my wish list, but if you go back and read my wish list, it really is all things that I can do, on my own, it doesn't depend on others.....so, here are a few pictures of my dream home.



This kitchen is beautiful.



I think this is a great kitchen. Totally opposite from above but I love both.

I love the back table and mirror.

Dog Days

So, my lazy morning turned into an adventurous one. It was drizzling this morning when I woke up, so I let Tucker out in the backyard. Our usual routine is to go for a long walk in the morning seeing that it is the only time when it isn't 100 degrees yet.

Well, while I was sitting on the couch drinking my coffee and watching T-- all of a sudden Tucker began turning in circles and arching his back--which for those of you who have a dog, you know this is the bathroom dance. Well, I immediately jumped off the couch and put my hand under his butt and pushed him outside the front door. He ran to the front yard, went to the restroom and then ran like a race horse up the street. Meanwhile, I am bra less, shoe less, in my PJ's, and wondering how I was going to get him to come back to me. I yelled "Tucker, come" and believe it or not, he came. I did though, have to carry him inside, yes my 50 pound dog. When we got in, I saw he had left me some cleaning up to do inside...I couldn't believe my relaxing morning had turned into such a circus.

Summer Days

I can't believe summer has started and I have been on summer vacation for already one week. It is amazing to think how busy you can make yourself even when you have nothing to do. For instance, you clean, you organize, you take naps, you do other sibling's errands....But one thing I keep refusing to do, is go to the grocery store. I don't know what it is about getting groceries that wears me out, but I will do anything not to go. I will go out to dinner, I will eat ice cream for meals (for calcium of course), I will eat frozen meals, I will eat cereal for ALL meals, anything so I don't have to go. I remember being in college and hating to do laundry...mainly hating to put quarters in the machine and remembering to stay at our sorority house to switch it from the washer to the dryer. It became easier to wear swimsuits for underwear than to do laundry. Then when I ran out of swimsuits, it became easier to buy new underwear than do laundry....maybe this is a bigger issue than I thought.

Maybe I can blame it on the Texas heat. It is so bloody hot leaving the house is difficult. So, today, Friday, I have to go to the store. I can't eat only bananas and ice cream for my meals today. It isn't filling enough.