The Marriage Talk

For several months now Zoe has been concerned about getting married.  She doesn't want to move.  She likes where she is and wants to stay with N and I forever.  N tries to talk some sense into her by telling her that she isn't getting married for a long time and she might change her mind by then.  She then decides she's never going to get married and that means she can't be a mommy.  Which brings up a whole different level of discussion that, quite frankly, I'm not ready to have.  Especially since all this line of questioning is hilarious coming from a 5 year old.

I tried a different tactic.  I told her last night that she doesn't have to move.  Her husband could move in with us too.  Why not play along with her 5 year old reasoning?  It's like a light bulb went off.  She started making plans.  She needed to call Ben, who is the boy she's going to marry.  He's 5, goes to our church, comes from a lovely family and he's absolutely adorable.  She has good taste!

Last night this was her stream of thought:

I think I'll talk to Ben on July 9th, we'll get married on July 10th and they can move in here on July 11th.  Although we're going to need a bigger house if his mom and dad are moving in too.  How about we move into a bigger house with stairs on July 8th, then I'll talk to Ben on July 9th, we'll get married on July 10th and they'll move in on July 11th.  Grandma, you can be my bridesmaid who lights the candles on the right side and mommy you're the bridesmaid who lights the candles on the left side.  Daddy will be the ring master who brings us the rings.

I wonder what kind of ring Ben is going to give me?  I better start looking for that.

Mommy, can I borrow your dress?  We'll have to make it shorter. 

Oh my gosh, what about prom?  Can I still go to a prom if I'm married?  Maybe I'll just wear my wedding dress to prom! 

I'm so excited.  I'll have a slumber party with Ben and have someone to sleep with every night.  You know I'm afraid of the dark!

I think that's the real crux of the issue.  She's very jealous that I have daddy to protect me in the dark.  She needs a protector.  Instead of a nightlight, she's just going to get married.  Poor Ben, he has no idea what his summer holds!

The End

Today marks the last day Zoe will be in pre-kindergarten.  Actually all types of pre-schooling.  Next we enter the world of kindergarten and her schooling career.  It's an odd thing to realize.  To distract from all the weird emotions of this milestone, we made teacher gifts.

We painted a terra cotta pot black and wrote on it with a white paint pen to make it look like a chalkboard.  Then we planted a flower into it and made a card.  Inside the card it says, "thank you for helping me grow this year."  Zoe wrote her name and drew a sunflower.

Super cute, super easy. 

She's A Sparkie Now

Since the beginning of the AWANA year, Zoe has been counting down the patches until she's in Sparks with me.  Granted, it's based on age, not on how many sections you pass, but that's not as fun to countdown.  Especially since Zoe is the only child I've ever known who wished time went backwards.  She'd much rather be an infant than 6.  Her mother would much rather she be 6 than an infant.  I get WAY more sleep now.

Last night was the awards night for AWANA.  Zoe officially passed her Cubbies book, received a ribbon and flowers from daddy, who couldn't make it to the ceremony because of a class.

The whole night was spent talking about what happens in Sparks, what color team will she be on, does she actually earn money for the AWANA store, what songs we sing, what kind of games do we play, and that she's going to be my special helper.

I love that she loves AWANA.  It was one of my favorite things growing up.  She's just as eager to continue on with hiding God's word in her heart.  This mamma will take that any day!

Two Shirts in One Day

Saturday was a busy day for us.  Mainly Zoe.  The first weekend of May is a big one here.  We have the largest  timed road race in the nation that happens the first Sunday in May.  It's a big deal and this year 48,000 of my closest friends ran it with me.  For the youngsters they have the Marmot March.

It's a mile run through our downtown park.  They get a shirt they can paint, cheerleaders from every school cheering them on, mascots from around the area giving out High-5's and a ribbon at the finish line.  It's our third year of running and Zoe has a blast.  Her favorite part is the small loaf of bread she gets at the end, since Franz Bread is a major sponsor.  She prefers to do her carbo-loading at the end of the race.

This year she even found a friendly pirate in the park who made balloon animals.  She got a yellow poodle she calls Pinkie.  I think she tries to think of names that just mess with my head.

I'm pretty sure we could've gone home, sat around and watched The History Channel with N all day and Zoe would've been a happy girl with her shirt, ribbon, loaf of bread, Pinkie and the memory of 35-High-5's from the cheerleaders.  Combine all those things into one morning and pretty much the rest of the day is going to be ho-hum.

Not for this mom.  No way.  That was just the beginning to the Day-O-Fun!  On Saturday the Washington Dept. of Fish and Wildlife hosted their annual Fish In.  All kids, ages 5-12, could sign up for an hour of fishing, get a shirt and new fishing pole and spend that time trying to catch some trout.  They stocked the lake with 6,000 fish, so the odds were in our favor.

For days Zoe was asking, hoping, determined to get a pink fishing pole.  We were pleading, nudging, softening the blow that she may not get a pink pole.  It's not a girl's Fish In, it's a kid's Fish In and how many boys really want to get a pink pole?  This is manly stuff that includes worms, seaweed, fish and, if you're lucky, fish guts.  Pink fishing poles seem out of the norm.

We got to the lake at our appointed time, Zoe got her shirt and her pink fishing pole.  Sometimes I think God is just up there laughing!  The look on my face when they told Zoe to get her pink fishing pole was priceless.  She immediately looked at me and said, "I told you so Mom!" 

There were probably 50-75 other kids ready to catch their trout.  We tried the dock first, but since there were so many people on it, most of it was slightly underwater.  I'm all about lakes and water and just enjoying the moment.  For the Fish In, they hooked up nets to the sides of the dock so the kids would almost be assured to catch something.  I could see me getting pushed into the net with all the trout.  I enjoying holding a fishing pole and I enjoy the excitement from hooking one and reeling it in.  I do not enjoy any of the slimey stuff.  I don't touch worms or fish and I really don't enjoy being near fish.  I'll swim in a lake because I can't see the fish.  With all my neurosis, we went to the shore to try to hook one.

We were the people who were standing next to the guy who hooked HUGE rainbow trout.  Those fish had to be 10 pounds at least. 

Zoe kept catching seaweed. 

We got a little discouraged until Grandma got a bigger worm.  My grandpa was a big fisherman.  In the summers we'd head to a nearby lake, he'd get his boat motor out, rent a boat and troll for trout for hours.  I loved his fishing pole because the line was all different colors, so he knew how far down it went and it had all these shiney metal pieces on it so the fish would notice his line.  He got me my first fishing pole, a Snoopy one.  I drop it every time a fish would bite.  He'd laugh really hard at me.  I was very girly, even then.

One of his tricks was to spit on the worm for luck.  The second Zoe did that, she reeled in her first fish.  I use the term "reeled" loosely.  She dropped the pole, screamed "I CAUGHT A FISH", jumped up and down and then had N fishing the job.  She's got a bit of each of us in her!

It was the perfect day.

In the Waiting

It was a typical Monday drive to work today.  I got behind the drivers doing 5 miles under the speed limit and I hit every red light.  It was like every time I got a block ahead, I had to slow down or stop.  For the past few days, I've just been cranky.  This was not a good start to the day.

About 5 minutes outside of work, I made a green light.  I did a little happy dance because maybe my luck was changing.

Nope, at the next light, a block away, I got stuck for 5 minutes.  I've never seen these lights so off before and I was literally getting more and more agitated the longer it took. 

I finally made it into downtown, only to have three cars in front of me, going less than the speed limit. 

Just when I was ready to scream, I saw the car, three cars in front of me, get into an accident.  The driver in the lane next to him made an illegal turn and the driver in my lane T-boned him.

It was in that moment that God loudly spoke to me, "I am watching over you every second." 

In my normal morning commute, I'm usually in that front car spot.  I'm usually not held up like I was today.  Despite my crankiness, God was watching over me.

I'm trying to process much of what life is throwing at us and I'm failing at it.  I know God has His hand in our life and I know He's guiding our steps.  However, sometimes I can't see any part of His plan.  My limited understanding makes me feel uneasy.  I know most people would say that God is trying to teach me patience.  I really feel He's trying to teach me faith.  To fully rely on His power, His understanding, His plan. 

I am learning to let go.  Let go of my expectations.  Let go of my desires.  Let go of my hopes.  I'm needing to rest all of these things in His hands. 

Today I thank God for the slow drivers and the red lights.  It was His way of showing me to let go. 

Kid-Free and Paul Blart

This weekend, as a very kind blessing, my mom offered to take Zoe so N and I could have a kid-free weekend.  It seems like lately our weekends have been non-stop.  If you add the distance during the week, there isn't much left for quality time. 

On Friday after Zoe's soccer game, I loaded up and headed off to our home in the desert.  We had a great time.  Sleep, food, time together.  N, bless his heart, even went to a quilt store with me.

It was a wonderful time of recharging and being a couple. 

Plus, we got to see Paul Blart in action! 

We'll stick with the free kind

In women's bathrooms there are dispensers for feminine products.  Sometimes they just have the words, but sometimes they have little pictures of what you're purchasing.

Earlier this week Zoe and Grandma were in a public bathroom washing their hands.  Incrediously, Zoe looked at the wall mounted dispenser of feminine products.  With her hand on her hip, she said, "SERIOUSLY?!?  They are now charging twenty-five cents for towels?"

Grandma looked at what she saw and said, "maybe we should just stick to the free towels over here instead."