A Walk To The Park

We had the Wood girls over night Friday night and Saturday decided to walk to the park. Kadee and Megan wanted to bring Sam (on leash) so he could get some exercise. Megan did a great job until we reached the fenced yard around the corner - four houses away. They have a brown lab in the yard who took umbrage at Sam's proximity. Sam, of course, took umbrage also. Long story short, Megan was not able to pull Sam away from the fence so I had to take the leash and pull him back home. He's pretty strong and I'm pretty sore. Now I remember the warning not to over-stress my back.
Side note - any suggestions on how to get Kerry to post blogs? He loves reading his daughter's posts but so far has been unwilling to post himself.

Spring Flowers

The dirty snow bank in the yard has finally melted away. These little beauties put in an appearance. There is just something about flowers that makes you smile. Don't ya just LOVE SPRING!

Friend

The heart of man - a wondrous thing. Thank you does not seem quite adequate for the gratitude I feel. The gentle pull of emotion I feel when I see you smile. The echo of a smile in my heart when you laugh. Not needing to fill the quiet times. Continuing a conversation that we started days, weeks, even months ago, and knowing that you understand my thoughts. Laughing together at an unspoken communication when our eyes meet. I am and will always be your friend. Thank you for sharing your life with me. You are like a rock - a shiny, beautiful rock.

Time Marches On

I was reading my E-mails this morning, which I am reasonably proud of since I have not been consistent much since my surgery - when I heard Kadee cry out and then her feet running right in to the room I was in while a steady litany of, "Ow, Ow, Ow (sob, gasp!) Ow!" increased in both intensity and volume. All mothers (and fathers for that matter) recognize when the cry means that the child is possibly really hurt and this cry rang that bell. Kadee had apparently been trying to cut something off of a tiara - while not looking at the scissors - and instead cut her index finger. I'm not an EMT so a "gash" about 1/4 inch long that immediately drips four large drops of blood into the sink made me a little ill. Kadee had to hold direct pressure to slow the flow. She was a real trooper. I fell back on the time tested method of comfort to an injured child and pulled her into my lap once the bandage was secure. Now I'm disgruntled because my baby, when sitting on my lap, has to look down into my face. Just then Kerry stopped in and I almost had to have him comfort me. Time marches on and all baby's grow up. Kadee is only in the 3rd grade but her head is up to my shoulder! Next thing you know, she'll be taller than me. I hope she ends up statuesque like Jammie. I'm glad Kerry passes on good genes.