Productive Day

Breakfast at the folks house was good as always. KJ enjoyed watching a fishing show with Papa, he sat there enthralled with the boats, water and fish. He and I then met up with my Sister, Nieces and Grandmother at the Dayton Mall. I enjoyed hanging out, Kenden loved seeing his Grandma GB. I installed the shelving in his room today, it went great and looks great. I have more talent with tools than I like to admit, I got that from helping out my father in my younger years. Measure once, cut twice he always said. The shelves are perfectly level and mounted into studs. My Black and Decker laser level/stud finder helped out a lot. Wendy then proceeded to organize his room, it's now a haven for a 2 year old's imagination. Before now, it's basically been storage for clothes and toys. Check out the picture of the room above.

Alexa and Billy came back from their Dad's tonight, exhausted from a long weekend with their Dad's Girlfriend's Daughter nagging at them all the way. It's great to have them in their own beds on Sunday nights, instead of them getting dropped of Monday mornings as is usually the case.

I had a sad moment today, after KJ's room was organized there were a lot of things cleared out of his closet and dresser drawers. In one rubbermaid container was this music box that hung on his bassinet when he was a tiny baby. It plays soothing music, sounds, vibrates and lights up. Today it was in the container and each time the container was jostled it started playing music. Wendy asked me to take the batteries out because it was annoying. I did so as she was packing up his clothes that are now too little. Something just hit me as I removed the batteries and I started crying. Wendy was there for a much needed shoulder. My little baby is now a little boy. Once I settled down, Wendy asked Kenden to give me a big hug and he sure did. I needed that. I'm finally realizing that my Mother was not quite as over-sensative as I thought she was while my sister and I were growing up. Your children can touch chords in you that you never knew your body even had. It's not going to get any easier watching him grow up is it? At least every minute of it is fun and beautiful, albeit challenging and scary. I still get a sinking feeling every time he falls down, but it's fading somewhat - he's not a fragile little infant anymore. Tonight he was trying to pull a heavy swivel bar stool around the kitchen counter to help his Mom and Sister make homemade chocolate chip cookies and he pulled it over on himself. He was pinned right under it on his belly, but I just picked him up and sat the stool up - he proceeding to tell the bar stool "Bad bar stool" as he slapped it. There's a thousand moments like that, good and bad, every day. I hope this blog will be a fun reminder in the future of as many of these as possible.

A new work week starts later this morning, my mind starts preparing subconsciously every Sunday night for the week ahead. I'll fill you in on the game plan later today or tonight. MJ.