Katie turns seven today!

Seven years ago, I experienced a miracle. I held a beautiful, brand new baby girl. A girl who looked at us with eyes wise beyond her years.

Her hair wasn't blonde yet, heck, she didn't even have any hair! Her eyes weren't gray, they were blue, and she didn't have any of her cute little freckles, her skin was golden yellow from jaundice! I didn't care. She was my baby girl, and to me she was perfect.

Katie is still my little miracle. She sees things about people and this world that most people never slow down enough to recognize. Some of the things she says really open my eyes. She always looks for the good things about every new person she meets, and with Katie's personality, we meet LOTS of new people!

She is painfully honest, and can't tell a lie (and get away with it) to save her life. There is not a sneaky bone in her body. She is outgoing, loyal, friendly and enjoyable. She is highly rambunctious, a little wild, a tad melancholy and very loving. She seeks approval from everyone, and being rejected by anyone just kills her. She is always a champion for the underdog, and I love that.

Our little girl grows bigger every day, but I will always think of her as that tiny miracle that God sent to save me. Sometimes she drives me crazy, and sometimes I am overwhelmed with how much I love her. She is the life force that keeps me going when I am too tired to move, and the one person who can wear me out more than anyone else. She'll always be unique, and I'll always love her more than life.

Before I was a Mom...

I know that this is kind of old, but it sure fits my day today!

• Before I was a Mom I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
• I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
• I never thought about immunizations.
• Before I was a Mom - I had never been puked on.
• Pooped on.
• Chewed on.
• Peed on.
• I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
• I slept all night.
• Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
• Or give shots.
• I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
• I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
• I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
• Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down.
• I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
• I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
• I never knew that I could love someone so much.
• I never knew I would love being a Mom.
• Before I was a Mom - I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
• I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
• I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
• I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
• Before I was a Mom - I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
• I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
• I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.

Diary of a frazzled housewife...

Oh my goodness... I just looked up and it it already 1pm! I got up at 6:30 this morning, and hit the ground running (OK, maybe I was crawling...), and now it seems like it should be about 10am.

I managed to do the following things this morning:

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  Drop Katie off at school,
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  go to the grocery store,
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  straighten up the house,
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  change the baby three times,
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  wash, fold and put away three loads of laundry,
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  play two rounds of Super Collapse on the computer,
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  scrub the toilets,
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  take a bath
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  and make all the beds.

In my mind I should be able to do all of that in about two hours, but obviously I have overestimated my talent for speed!

Did I mention my inlaws are coming into town today? Having company almost always inspires a certain anticipation and a little panic in my mind. I love having folks here, but I am always afraid that my house will be a wreck (which it usually is), my kids will act up (which they ALWAYS do) and my face will break out (that's just a given...).
I still haven't managed to fix my hair, make dinner reservations for Saturday night, put on makeup or decent clothing, and decide about dinner for tonight. At least the baby is wearing cute clothes. Gotta keep the grandparents happy! They're not looking at me anyway if the kids are in the room!
Here's to a great weekend! It should be fun if I can get my act together...