Splash, Dash, Rabadash

Around here there's a little bit of this going on, and a little bit of that, and also we're reading The Horse and His Boy (hence Rabadash).  Oh, and I made Hollandaise sauce for the first time ever and it turned out pretty good.  Also, the weather is really warm (around zero Celsius) and Luke has been playing in the sandbox and stomping in the melting icey gutters...icey is a word.  Icey.  I must be spelling it wrong, it looks wrong!  The baby is getting around, and when I see him in funny places I sing to myself (and sometimes to the entire room - appreciative audience or no) "I get a-ROUND!"  There's also a little bit of insecurity and flailing happening in my parenting...why's my kid out of control sometimes? why do I feel like I need him to be "in control"?  back and forth with myself - is this normal?!  I could use a mentor.  Or book suggestions, friends?  Or, sigh, a vacation.  HA!  That's a good one.

There's also a lot of fun things happening, like paper airplanes and a tea party and ice skating and playing with Grandma and Papa and playing outside in the gorgeous weather and reading chapter books and watching long sunsets get later and later each day and taking photos and journaling and writing funny words on the fridge and shower walls; so it's not all bad.  Just sometimes confusing.  Like when my kid falls in a heap on the grocery store floor screaming, "I want the green wrapper candy for Grandma!!!"  W-H-A-T-?  Oh well.  I suppose it's a phase.  But I see that the way I handle this phase will also be the way I handle the later phases. . . like puberty.  What am I gonna do then, huh?  I gotta get a grip!  Parenting is so darn hard.  They don't tell you that in the manual they give you at the hospital.  But the googly oogly sweet wet kisses that you kind of think are gross before you have kids. . .those are way better than you ever imagined.  So, in the end, (I know I am being totally cliche) it's worth it.