Music is Universal

Music is universal.

Kenna received an Apple ipod for her birthday back in March, she's bugged me nonstop to upload music to it ever since it was gifted to her. And while she knows more about computers than  I or her father ever will know, not to mention how to get around on them (she's constantly being beckoned to come help one of us) she also knows she's not allowed to go on the computer unless she has permission from one of us and she's never to download anything.  Hence her constant nagging to me to download iTunes.

I finally downloaded it on my laptop recently (without having a few hitches, no surprise there. She even had to help me with that.) and she couldn't wait to start the music uploads. When I asked her what songs she wanted me to sync onto her ipod, thinking it would be some boy band like One Direction, (she thinks Harry Styles is dreamy) I was pleasantly surprised, then, somewhat shocked at her requests.

Without a single moment of hesitation her first requested upload was Vanessa Carlton's 'A Thousand Mile'
saying it was and always will be our song (She's my sentimental child). 


But what surprised me and I had no idea she even knew who he was, was her second requested upload - John Denver's 'Calypso'.  She knows every word and every note to it.  Her telling me to listen to the words, it's a very "profound" song. Sometimes I wonder if she's actually a 10 year old.

So far there are only the two songs on her ipod.  And although I love to watch her dance around the house singing (loudly I may add) I have to say...I'm already sick of both of those songs. Even hearing her sing them. 

It was a relief the other day to wake with an irritatingly catchy earworm of  "What would you do-Oo-oo with a Klondike bar."  LOL, I can think of a few things.

Anticipation

We had my daughter's baby shower last month.  What a project it was to pull off alone not to mention a little costly.  It was a bit stressful for me, me being obsessive as to everything having to be perfect, and, that anal retentiveness at times seems to always drain me. It even upsets my children at times to watch me knock myself out over trying to have things just right.
But I did it and it was well worth the time and effort especially after seeing everyone enjoy themselves, but especially my daughter, it getting her mind off the stresses she's been enduring throughout her pregnancy and for a few hours she seemed relaxed.

I seldom ask people for help so when my niece asked to go with me to check out venues when I embarked on this venture, I took her up on her offer. She witnessed firsthand how picky I can be. I swear we must've checked out over 10 banquet halls and restaurants.  And although I chose the more costly restaurant which I opted for the sit down meal versus a buffet (hearing buffet evokes the phrase sneeze-food in my mind) it was worth the extra cost for the simple reason the restaurant I chose was very accommodating when it came to time restrictions. There were none and we were not rushed to get through the party.  All the other venues we looked at were either too small for our party size, not private or had extra hidden costs and all of them had those time limits as to when we had to be out. 

Mouse took it upon herself with the help of her father (his wallet to be specific) to search the internet and order a special t-shirt for the occasion without me or anyone else knowing.  At the shower she slipped it on over her dress after her sister arrived.  It was quite a cute idea and she even came up with the printed saying on it. (Photo of her t-shirt above) And how true it is.

I sit here bedside next to my daughter at the hospital and I wait with anticipation for the arrival of my grandson. By tomorrow Cruz Edward (DE3) will be in my arms.

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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