Updating the BeanBlog.
I think it is appropriate to begin with her wise words. The conversation went a bit like this:
“Mom. Look! I remember this from when I was a little kid.” Laugh my butt off. When she was a little kid. *shakes head* She is 3.5. Why is it that when we were young, one of the goals we had was to get older, to be bigger, to be able to look back and see a wide gap between what was and what is? And truly, we didn’t understand nor appreciate all that that gap represented. In some ways, I was very glad to put my “childhood” behind me. My childhood left a lot to be desired.
But for my children, I strive for their childhoods to be the best that I can provide. I strive that the smiles outweigh the tears in the scales that weigh a good/poor childhood. Sometimes this means a lot for “mom” gets put on the back burner. I am fine with that.
The amount of joy that the Bean and her brothers bring me far outweighs the parts of my life that are put on hold.
What is going on with the Bean.
Currently, the Bean has a new love. I will admit that I have encouraged her shamelessly in the newfound love of hers. I have actually went out of my way to make this person look good (not that he actually needs it. I think he is grand anyway) recently and that is what this little update is about.
So…Uncle Greg, of whom she loves his photography, sent the Bean some balloons, via an icon thingy over the computer. And not only once, but twice, I think. The Bean already enjoys Uncle Greg’s strange, I mean lovely, insect macro’s.
Well, she was hell-bent on getting her “balloons” out of the computer so she could play with them. As we all know, this wasn’t going to happen. lol…So, me being the good friend and mother that I am, went to the store and purchased a shiny red balloon. And OH. MY. GOSH. What a wonderful thing that balloon was. So much fun was had chasing it, bouncing it, pulling it. And then...it happened. She laid on it. I told her not to. She didn’t listen. It popped. The sound was nearly as loud as her heart breaking…she held the deflated shell of that shiny red balloon. I watched her face as she realized all her balloon dreams had died. Tears. Screams. “Everything is RUINED. EveryTHING is ruined.” Mournful wails came from the little girl crying on the floor. You have no idea.
So…since I can’t tie a balloon to save my life, so no I don’t keep a bag of them on-hand, I knew what I had to do. (Maybe I shouldn't have. Maybe I should have let the balloon popping be a lesson...sigh...)
Yes, dear. We will go get you a new balloon tomorrow. What? Pink this time? Sure, baby girl. I’ll get you a pink one….
