That Lying Rodent

With the past history of my writings this post title could refer to something totally different, and I say that indignantly and could cite a few posts and web addresses here.  But I won't go there, not here, not now.

Spring officially starts tomorrow.  Yay!  That means warmer weather prompting those rising windows.  That means spring-cleaning, which includes washing the bleak winter's dirt from the outside of those windows.  That means tidying up the gardens underneath those clean opened windows.  But as I look out these muck ridden windows, I can see the ground is lightly dusted with a layering of snow and those white ice crystals that descend from above have started again. I despairingly watch with a stoic face (Would that be considered an oxymoron?) 

The lesson learned here -- Never trust a marmot, especially one that emerges from a hole in the ground, or would that be a snake?  Either way!

Not Just Another Day

Mouse is more like me than I'd like to think, let alone admit.  Of course her father thinks it's cute, I on the other hand am a little bit weary at the notion.  She'll join in if she hears her father and me roughhousing, ready to jump right into the high jinks. She'll beg me to tickle her back then itch it after hearing him laughing hysterically due to the taunt of my light caress on his skin, or come running with his yelp of my name knowing I've snuck up behind him and tweaked his sides. 
She's also extremely emotional and cries at the drop off a hat. That definitely is one trait she gets from me I hope she outgrows.

Her father left for his east coast business trip.  It upset her more than usual this time because he had to leave immediately after her birthday and his trips are getting longer and more frequent due to his territory being expanded which, consequently means she's stuck with me. Lucky kid!

Every time he calls home there's waterworks afterward for a good hour or so.  He text me photos last night of his micro-mini hotel room in Middletown, NY that he stayed at on his way to Clinton, CT and I actually got her to giggle showing her the compact room he can, standing in one spot, almost touch all four walls. But it eventually led into another sobfest. Later in the week he'll be heading up to C*******, R*  to visit a business associate (friend) about a possible position at another firm, then back down to Jersey.
He's given explicit instructions to Mouse's sister not to go into labor before he gets home on the 6th of April.
This traveling of his has got to cease, although that will mean my restful nights will too.

Mouse has been diligent in keeping abreast with her writings. Our shared journal is overflowing(Journal blog entry may still be sitting in draft vault, I will have to locate it, revise it and post it).  That too, her love of writing, she gets from me, although she's much better at it than I am.  She's an avid reader as well. A good combination.  Her teacher from last year teaches at a local college and Mouse would go in on Saturdays to help.  I think that involvement encouraged a deeper love for it and helped ameliorate her writing abilities.

After he left, to try and keep her thoughts light and off the fact he left we pulled out one of her birthday gifts -- science experiments. Yeah, that was one of the things she wanted for her birthday. She had the bright idea to record the experiment as she did it and asked if she could start a blog.  A BLOG!  She even told me how to start a blog. REALLY?!  She can be so geeky sometimes, definitely not one of my traits. 
She now has her own blog, MouseTrix. Whether or not I post the videos of her performing the experiments, I'm not too sure yet.
Although she can be funny and we laughed nonstop in the process of recording them, there are quite a few outtakes, I don't know where she gets that (humor) from!
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A Decade Later

It certainly does not feel like 10 years have come and gone.  My baby girl has entered into her double digits.To think, back when I found out I was pregnant with her I cried knowing I would be starting all over again with a new little one. My other three children were at ages where I could finally sit back and breath a bit, although I'm sure they'd all say I was overprotective and held on to the reigns a little too tightly. It was only after the scare of almost losing another baby, her, that I realized God had a plan and I thank him each and every day that he has blessed me with her and allowed me to bring her into our lives, this beautiful, funny sometimes annoying creature who calls me mom.I fondly think back and I would not change a thing!
Happy birthday, Mikenna. <3

Gatherings

I stood across the room watching Meah.  She found a seat on the couch next to her aunt whom she seldom sees but two or three times a year. With everything that's been going on, all the get-togethers as of late she's had the blessed opportunity to see this side of the family more than usual.  Her father walked up behind me and he wrapped his arms around me.  His strong hold on me felt good, I felt safe.  I've always felt secure and protected in his arms.  We watched as she manipulated her hands in talk, her limbs taking flight giving animation to her words and he softly chuckled in my ear commenting "she's just like you."  I turned, taking my sight off her and planting my visual senses on his hazel eyes asking whether he thought that was a good thing or not. He smiled and leaned into me, his soft kiss on my lips answered my question.

We stood there a good ten minutes watching her.  A nine year old and forty one year old deep in conversation but I don't think her aunt even had an opportunity to speak.  When I asked her later what the conversation was about, her nonchalant reply to me amused me "Oh, you know, this, that and everything else " then she asked me "Is there really life after death?"  I didn't know where that had come from and I asked her if that was the conversation she had had with her aunt. She answered me with a questionable "no." She proceeded to ask me about a picture she saw on my camera from Christmas.

The blob on the right,
almost translucent we have no idea what it is

There has been a few strange happenings here in the domicile.  And although I'm hesitant in speaking of this with the fear of sounding "crazy" (I could cite a rogue blog entry here pertaining to me) at least I know now I'm not the only one who has witnessed these strange occurrences.  Besides the odd image in the picture shown here which I shrugged off as a glitch with the settings, although a second picture taken within a minute was fine, there have been some eerie, unexplained and unusually bizarre incidents going on.

I've seemed to have shrugged off the majority of these events, giving them little if any respectable merit at all. Just as I have with some individuals.  There was an evening I had awaken, got up to go to the bathroom and as I walked past the living room heading back to bed my sight caught a glimpse of a figure standing in the living room.  It frightened me and I was taken aback at the time but too tired and sick to think about it, convincing myself it was just my imagination especially since when I took a double take it no longer was there.  But the thing that disturbs me, which I don't know if she's even congnizant of but wonder now after asked that question, was the night I heard a loud bang from her room and I thought she had fallen out of bed.  It was after 2 am, I had been just drifting off to sleep when I heard the loud noise and I rushed to her room to see her garbage pail had been propeled across the room and its contents scattered on the floor.  After I checked on her and seen she was still tucked tightly under the covers and fast asleep, I picked up the can and garbage, on the floor among the scattered wrappings and crumpled papers her rosary lay.  I stood there perplexed wondering how and why that happened. And although a young boy died in a tragic accident here in the 60's  I've never had the feeling of uneasiness in this house until that night and I find myself repeating over and over in my head, it's not the dead you need to fear, it's the living.

A Heartbreaker

My baby goes in for surgery Friday. Baby.  He's not much of a baby anymore but, he will always be mine.  it's upsetting for me because I won't be able to be there with him. He and his father will be making the 8 hour drive to Virginia leaving here in the wee hours of Thursday morning.  There will be a consultation with the doctor Thursday afternoon then the surgery Friday morning. 

Mouse made him a card and stuck it in his suitcase when he wasn't looking, along with her "heart breaker" necklace telling me -- It's breaking her heart he's going.

It's breaking my heart too.