clumsy K, and a note about being a parent.

I just fell on my face while running down the hallway about an hour ago, and now I am sorely regretting it. I have a terrible rug burn on my elbow that won't quit burning, and my knee is still displeased. I just came in here to turn off the TV and grab my phone, but apparently I was in too much of a hurry. I think I tripped over my pants. Stupid pants. Pants should be illegal.

I have been working on E's closet this morning, and she has been having lots of fun playing in her crib while I hang up laundry. She has such cute clothes, and my mom has an unhealthy obsession with buying her more. Everything she buys is either on sale or used, and she brought a stack of yard sale stuff this week in addition to the clothes she got for her birthday, AND I was behind on putting laundry away, so I spent half an hour just hanging tiny clothes, and then re-sorting everything into the appropriate sections and clearing out a bit of junk. Who, me, anal control freak? Nahh. I wanted to take a picture of her closet to send my mom. I think it will make her smile to see all her little pink things hanging there. Wish I could keep the rest of my house that organized.

Yesterday was E's actual birthday. I meant to post about several different things and I never got around to it because I had an excess of nostalgia and craftiness in the evening and I spent my night looking through pictures of her birth with M (we said "awww" a lot) and then worked on a little project. It was supposed to be a birthday gift but I didn't finish it in time--will write more about it when I've finished and can post pictures. It was so weird to think about the time just before she was born, and all of those emotions just before, during and after labor.

My mom came down, the day after she was here for the party. She wanted to spend the day with her birthday girl even if it did mean three hours of driving (round trip) at these insane gas prices. Evelyn is in love with my mom, by the way. I don't know if I hae written about her devotion to Granny. She could care less about M and me when Mom is around. :) I find that so unexpectedly sweet and special--I guess if I had ever thought about it, I might have assumed that it would rankle that she had such strong feelings for anyone but us. It also helps that I know, at the end of the day, she is totally a mommy's girl and wants me above all else. ;) Anyway, we went out for lunch. As we were waiting for someone to come take us to a table, I looked at her in my mom's arms and I Could Not Stand It that I wasn't holding her. My arms felt empty and sad, so I reached for her, and we snuggled a little bit, and then we sat down and I helped her color until our food came. And... when it comes right down to it, isn't that what being a parent is all about? You take care of a kid every day for an entire year. She drives you crazy and makes you deliriously happy and gets on your nerves, and then suddenly there is someone else there to take care of her, and you miss her like mad. It's not all sunshine and happiness and butterflies, this parenting gig, but it's pretty awesome nonetheless.

I swear I didn't teach her this...

Yesterday, I was showing Evelyn the little pink piggie that came with the Little People barn M and I bought her for her birthday. We both had one as kids and loved it, so we are recreating our childhood. The pig to this set is beyond cute, with the little waggly tail. I'm thinking of taking it away from her to sit on my desk and make me smile. Anyway! I was showing her the little pig and saying "oink oink oink!" She was giggling at me, and then her hands flew up in the air to make what was clearly a sign of some sort.

"What's she DOING?" my mom asked.

"I have no idea," I said, "that's nothing I've ever seen her do........ OH WAIT! She's doing BOY!"

I swear that I never taught her that boys are pigs. Some things, a girl just knows.