Words

Madeline has a few words that she says not quite right. Most of them she has corrected, a few are still here. A couple of my favorite are:

Sowwy = sorry

Fwee = three

Lellow = yellow

Suhr = sure

Freget/Fregot = Forget/Forgot

Fregive = Forgive

Madeline and I had Maddie and Mama Only time today. It was much needed and very enjoyable. She amazes me with her love. She is so sweet. And getting to be such a big girl. We went into a store called Justice for the first time today. Mad is just getting into 'big' girl sizes and now fits the smallest size (6) in this store. She immediately found a t-shirt and skirt that she liked and wanted to try it on. We found the right sizes along with a pair of matching leggings. She then wanted to go into the dressing room all by herself to try on the outfit. That was another first. When she came out, I nearly started crying. She looked like a whole different kid. She is growing up so quickly. It's awesome because she is such a wonderful, loving, smart, amazing little person. But it's also a bit heart breaking because it is going so darn fast. I want my little chubby cheeked toddler back.

Happy Girls

Despite all of the sadness I feel today, I wanted to make sure not to bring my girls down because of how I am feeling. After Madeline finished Garden Art Camp, we made a quick stop at the dance studio to register her for the next round of B/T/J class and pick up her recital pics. After that we headed out to Just 4 Fun to have some fun with Lisa, Julia and Ty. Just 4 Fun was recently purchased by the woman who owns Madeline's preschool. So we got to see her today as well two other ladies from the school, which was really nice. It felt quite nice to be known by the people running the place. All four kiddos had a blast. Mad, Jul and Ty ran and played like crazy. Little KJ tried her best to keep up with the big kids. She was bound and determined to climb up a slide Yes, I said up. She never made it up more than a step or two before turning around and 'sliding' down. She of course had a few tumbles, but she's a bit of a bruiser so no damage was done. Madeline was having a fantastic time. She was running, climbing, sliding, giggling, screaching and playing. Her pretty face was bright pink and she was a bit sweaty by the time we left more than three hours after we got there. My girls and their happy faces bring me so much comfort.

Remembering George

I want to remember...

-the way George's lower lip always stuck out like he was pouting

-the way his lower lip was chapped and how I loved the way it felt

-how annoyed he would get with me when I would run my finger over his lip

-his super soft wrinkles on his forehead, that was my favorite spot to pet him

-how much he loved footballs and how totally crazy he got whenever there was one around

-how he could hear the vibration of a b-ball bouncing outside (when Joe would shoot a couple hoops) and would get all kinds of crazy until he could get outside to play with his b-ball

-how he always knew when one of his Grandmas was over (which meant at least one treat/bone and lots of love)

-how he would jump up and look out the window of the Brown Deer house when I would tell him his Dad was home

-how he would sleep on my very pregnant belly and his snores would make Madeline move all over

-his sweet happy face when he would watch me through my mom's screen door as I walked up the hill to the door

-how he would stick his nose inside Target bags looking for the packs of Chew-lottas that he knew were in there somewhere

-how he couldn't sit on wood or tiled floors because his rear leg would always slide out from under him

-the way he slept all stretched out and looked kinda like Superman in flight

-how sweet he looked all curled up on his 'bed' (aka the loveseat that had his pillow and handmade by Teri quilt)

-his crazy loud snoring

-his sweet puppy face, that never really went away no matter how old he got

-how he and I would cuddle on the floor on the nights that Joe was at school

-how hopeful he was that one of the cats would one day be his friend

-how awesome he looked in his muscle shirts

-his velvet-like fur

-his love for us and our love for him

Sad Day

We lost our dog today. Not even sure what to write. I am so sad. My husband is so sad. My 4 yr old is sad, but more because we are sad. She didn't really much care about George. The 1 yr old is blissfully clueless. George was our first 'baby'. He was ridiculously spoiled and loved. Even our Moms adored him. He was their granddog. My heart aches tonight. Goodbye, sweet George. I will always love you. I hope you have a pile of basketballs to chew and rip apart.