Saturday

Currently

Listening - the sounds -hurt you
Doing - sitting under the dryer at the salon, blogging, tweet rolling
Feeling - rested ... Sleep is good
Needing - A shopping trip and gossip session. There is still lots of weekend left

Snaps from the week ... Here we go.




The secrets little boys keep




Listens ? Really wow that's a shocker




Happy




Baws




Silly boy




No doubt this is my baby
All he needs is some spectacles.
The smile , the hat, a thing for bags . What can I say I bake , frost,and sprinkle well.





And some food porn - for good measure.



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Preschool visit

We woke up. We had a short dance party. We got ready for our preschool visit . Yes, this is happening. Another happy first to document. We are very proud.


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When I can't sleep, I write. In my journal, in the notebook I keep by my bed, on this blog. It occurred to me today I have been a single parent for over a year now. Wow time flies. There have been rough patches and there have been tears. Betrayal and upset are no strangers to me now. Really , nothing is shocking to me anymore . I wanted to clear a thought up, for the record just because I'm getting child support does not mean I'm not a single parent. I single handedly manage my children. Yes, I get help from my mom and dad but that comes with a price. I'm the tear dryer, the snuggle bunny momma bear, the cook, the teacher , the doctor mom nurse. I am the one who makes up whimsical stories about mer-boys and octopuses who eat lollipops. I am the live in maid the person who gives the hugs and kisses that are needed each and everyday . I am the one who sees my moms door fly open each afternoon and swoops up little men into my arms singing them praise as I hear their delighted giggles as they greet me happy for our little family of three to be reunited. I also play the bad cop the one to say no, the disciplinarian. I hear more often then i would like to I am hated and that they don't love me anymore when I tell them no , or when we have run out of cookies. Again, after this year nothing shocks me. It's part of the growing pains and adjustments that we are still making. It's a rhythm you find along the way. Sometimes you stumble but you have to pick right back up and continue to do the best you can with what you've got. What I have is love plenty to give and lots to receive. And in the end that is all that really matters for us three.



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I guess I'm there...

The place everyone said I would be the calm over it bubble,the ready to move on with my life for my sons and myself spot. It's a place full of hope and dreams. Adventures yet to be had smiles and laughs yet to be shared. I'm ready and willing to open myself up to whatever comes my way with arms wide open.


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Tales of the Blue Alligator

Hello my name is Toofers and I am a blue alligator. Yes, yes its true I am a stuffed blue alligator but I am an alligator none the less. I will be making a regular appearance as a contributor to this blog . So get used to seeing me. I promise, I dont bite I am only good for a proper snuggle.

The picture at the top of this shows me as a young fresh chap. My stuffing had not yet been hugged and squeezed flat. I had a bright baby blue complexion. But things change an alligator gets snuggled and squuezed and kissed and thrown. Yes, its true I have been hurled across a room in my day.




This is me now. I have been well loved.The fluff and stuff of my youth is gone. Even though I am given a proper bath regularly and an attempt to primp is made this is who I now am now. Me in all of my faded glory.



This is my boy. His name is David. I am sweet on him and his clever little ways. He is fond of me. We are best friends. We are always together. From morning until night, unless of course I'm forgot at home while he is on an adventure. I stumbled into his life at an early age when his mum purchased me as a companion for his older brother. (Yes, by the way I speak in an occasional British accent so from this point on do read in Bristish accent. ok, carry on)The affinity for the oldest child never grew. It was the wee one I was drawn to and him to me. From the first day we made proper introduction, I became his constant companion. His crib mate his snack partner and still his choice of snuggling partner. We both dont sleep as well when we are apart. I need to feel his tiny fingers stroking the top of my head as we fall asleep.

My contributions to this blog will be random. When I have something to says as I watch my boy play, learn and grow.

I leave you now with a final image of me and my boy and our usual
everyday shenanigans


See, I told you I am tossed about.







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