A sonnet to baby vomit…

Yep…you read that correctly.   I love the saying “the years are short and the days are long.”  Some days are longer than others.  Some days that I am lucky enough to be home all day with Edy and her big sisters can be perfect and filled with fun.  BUT…there are days that seem very, very, long.  If someone is cranky, sick, or just happened to take an extra dose of estrogen that morning, the day can feel as though time has stopped.  The day that I filmed the below video was a cranky day for baby Edy.  My assumption is that her tummy was the culprit as she would randomly paint my shirt with a mini vomit or spit up or whatever you call it in your world…all I know is that the laundry was piling up and I was desperate for some smiles from my normally happy girl.

So I started singing.  Not a sweet song or a nursery rhyme or even a current hit.  I made up a vomit song.  Now get this…she LOVED it!  So of course I kept it up…and was rewarded nicely.

Spring “Brake” 2012

A spring break trip to the lake–which you can see I’ve renamed Spring Brake as we used it to bring our crazy, busy lives to a relaxing halt.  As we were driving my husband commented that he realized that the spring breaks of his adult years were taking a different feel than those of his younger ones.  His exact statement was something along the lines of, “When did spring break become something that helped me recover rather than something I had to recover from?”   This made me smile as I thought about college spring breaks filled with drinking, dancing, singing at the top of our lungs and trips to Mexico that we were probably lucky to return from.

Wait…that’s not so different from this spring break!  We drank (coffee…from one of my favorite little coffee shops), we danced (as we walked past numerous folk singers in Silver Dollar City amusement park—much to the chagrin of my middle child who has very strict rules against ANY public displays of dancing),  we sang (at least 1000 rounds of “the itsy bitsy spider”, “the wheels on the bus” and “I’ve been working on the railroad”) and a trip across the border??  YES!  We went across the Arkansas border to the fabulous little artsy town of Eureka Springs.

See?!  Not so much has changed.  A wild and crazy spring break at the Lake. …parental style.

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