What Little Girls' Dreams Are Made Of

As I'm pulling into dayare this morning, Baeleigh posed an interesting question. "Mommy, is Disney World in the clouds?" "What makes you think that?", I asked. "Because we have to fly on an airplane in the sky, so it's in the sky?" So that's what a 5-year old little girl dreams up when you tell her that she's going to Disney World! I was thinking back to all of the fairytales that I could remember where a castle is sitting on a puffy cloud in the sky with unicorns and fairies.

I'm not sure who's more excited at leaving for Disney World in two weeks, me or her. Never again will she see things with such imaginative, magical and innocent eyes. I wish that could still see things from her perspective. Maybe I'll at least get a glimmer of what it's like. Oh to be five again!

The "Low Singer"

You can't help but either giggle or gasp at Baeleigh trying to "sing" along to the radio. Sometimes I shocked to hear her spout out most of the chorus line of a rather risque song, like Flo Rida's Low, or Pink's So What. And, other times, I giggle to myself at how hard she trying to sing along because normally it comes out more like: "So, we -na-na-ba-na-now, yeeeeaaaah. Na, na, na, ana, suck with out you". In case you didn't figure that one out, it was Kelly Clarkson's My Life Would Suck Without You.

So, this morning, carpooling together as we normally do on Wednesdays. Both kids in the car, Tommy was waiting on me to hop in and Baeleigh was in full effect, attempting Ms. Clarkson's song again. Tommy, finding this amusing, decided he would mock her and "sing" along to the song as well. Baeleigh, taking offense to Daddy's rendition, pipes up, "You're making fun of me Daddy! That's NOT what I sound like! I'm not singing like that!", and juts out the magical drama queen lip she's so apt to apply nowadays. So much drama for a 5 year old! But that didn't seem to stop her from seranading me again in the car while Daddy took Gavin in to daycare about 10 minutes later. I guess that was so like 10 minutes ago.

Oh, what are we in for in the future! Yikes.

P.S. For my Seinfeld lovers, the title is reminescent of the "low talker".

Thud!

No mommy wants to hear that ugly sound. It's never good. Gavin is definitely my little daredevil. But when I'm working only three feet away from him while he's sitting in his chair attached to the island, it pains me to know that I could have prevented it. I had turned my back for just a couple of minutes and heard him wriggling (but he always wriggles). Since it was around dinner time and he had not really taken a good afternoon nap, he was fussy. Then, THUD! Playing it back in my head, I'm not exactly sure of the timing of it all. I just felt my heart skip and my stomach knot up to hear that sound. I peeked around the corner of the island to what seemed like a split second after the fall. And, I recall hearing swwzzzzip kind of sound. The one leg of seat pushed open wide. Gavin was face down on the floor and not crying. It was only a 2 1/2 to 3 foot fall, but it didn't matter. I grabbed him and he wailed, but he quieted quickly. "What had I done to my poor baby" is all I could think. Tommy was bathing Baeleigh and I told him what had happened and then sat down with Gavin in the rocking chair. He rested his head on my chest and began to go to sleep, which worried me after a fall like that. Tommy asked if he had any bruises, but I hadn't seen anything at first and was so wrapped up in comforting him that I didn't really look. But, as I made him sit up, there it was -- about a silver dollar size purple "goose egg" above his right temple, sprinkled with pin-sized blood blisters. So, rash decision or not, overly-protective mommy or not, I decided that we'd have to make an ER visit. Luckily, everything turned out fine, and maybe I over-reacted. A little. But, I would have never slept that night wondering constantly if he was OK, never forgiving myself if it was something worse. We still checked him frequently last night. He's such a shallow-breath sleeper.

I'm just glad that he's fine. And, believe it or not, the ER visit only took an hour! World record!