If You Give A Mom a Muffin

Saw this online and it was too cute not to post.

If you give a mom a muffin,

She’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She’ll pour herself some.
Her three year old will spill the coffee.
She’ll wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks.
She’ll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry in the washer,
She’ll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She’ll look for her cookbook. (101 Things to make with a pound of hamburger.)
The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook.
The checkbook is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two-year-old.
She’ll smell something funny.
She’ll change the two-year-old.
While she is changing the two-year-old the phone will ring.
Her five-year-old will answer and hang up.
She’ll remember that she wants to phone a friend to come for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
She will pour herself some.
And chances are,
If she has a cup of coffee,
Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.

Written by Kathy Fictorie, based on the children’s book “If you give a mouse a cookie” by Laura Numeroff.

Thrifty shopping

Gas is in the double digits! I can't believe it. I was out of town today doing some shopping when I saw the sign.... 99.9 *gasp*. Now if it lasts that will be a miracle in itself.

My little girl and I went to pick up some supplies today. The dollar store has to be one of the most fantastic places to shop. I left with a huge bag overflowing with goodies for $25! My daughter was thrilled as well with all the interesting items being bought for her. Safety scissors (discovered at a friend's house yesterday what a great idea), glue sticks, play dough, stickers, a Dora pencil case to which she exclaimed "Hode it, I hode it. Dora mama, Dora!", papers, colouring pencils etc, etc, etc.

She was mesmerized when we got home with all the goodies. Watching her squeeze and touch the play dough for the first time was a treat.

There is nothing like witnessing your children experience things for the first time. Their eyes wide in amazement and when they smile at you in wonder all for the simple things we take for granted like the crunch of leaves underneath our feet while going for a walk or the birds flying in the sky. Or like today the feeling of play dough being squished and poked for the first time :).
No, I don't believe there is anything better than that.

Miracle Children

Just finished watching Miracle Children with Celine Dion on Oprah. I don't think I've ever cried so much... You must watch this.

99 balloons

Felt Food patterns

I have been looking for patterns to make some felt food for my daughter as a Christmas present and came across Bugga Bugs . She also has a store on Etsy you can check out at Bugga Bugs heartfelt fun . Everything is so cute and realistic! If you sign up for her mailing list you can receive a free pattern. Now to make a decision on which one to get.....

Loving two.....

We are currently expecting our second child (due in January) and although I am thrilled and excited I'm also apprehensive. Not sure on how my two year old daughter will react etc. Anyways upon my web travels I came across this beautiful poem. It was if I wrote it as it describes how I feel at this moment perfectly. I shed a few tears the first time reading it as its touched me so deeply...

LOVING TWO

I walk along holding your 2-year-old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship.
Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder, how could I love another child as I love you?

Then she is born, and I watch you.
I watch as the pain you feel at having to share me as you have never shared me before.

I hear you telling me in your own way, "Please love only me" and I hear myself telling you in mine "I can't".
Knowing in fact that I never can again.
You cry, I cry with you.
I almost see our baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never have again.

But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying her -- as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection.

More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.
But something is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just us two.
There are new times -- only now we are three.
I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other.

I watch how she adores you, as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of her new accomplishments.
I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you, I've given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong.
And my question is finally answered to my amazement.
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you, only differently.

And although I realize that you may have to share my time, I know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you -- you each have your own supply.

I love you both and I thank you both for blessing my life.

---Author Unknown

Here we go...

Well I've officially crossed over into the blogging world. Finally did it :) now lets see if I can keep it up. I figured it would be a good way to organize my thoughts, ideas and interesting things I come across as well as bits of my life.