Tara Turns Two...

This Thursday my daughter will officially be two, and I am just not ready. There's no way of going about it. SHE is not old enough to be two.

In the past month, she had really grown up. She is speaking fuller than full sentances, she has mastered "I" vs "You", though she still gets caught up with verbs (like "I are"). She has switched from "needing" everything, to "need wanting" some things, "needing" others. She is drinking from a big girl cup, has all but mastered the art of cutlery, and hates getting her hands dirty!

She can dance, and run, and jump. She can stand on one foot (WITHOUT help, though it doesn't last long, of course!) She climbs on everything, walks backwards around the house, and insists on doing things by herself!

But she's really not old enough to be two!!

I Hate That You Go...

I always feel torn. I am so proud of my husband and always have been. Travelling is part of his job, and he loves it. It's a big deal that he's the trusted representative of his department and go on these big trips. But I miss him so much when he's gone. The house is quiet, and it's lonely. I have plenty of friends, but it's not the same. I'm lonely without him.

It's hard to strike a balance between loving and supportive, and selfish and needy ;)

This always happens...

It's not that I've forgotten my poor little journal, I just don't feel like I have much to write. I am typing from my totally rad new laptop though, and that makes me happy!

I have recaught my head cold, and that does not make me happy. I promise that when I have time and a clear head to think, I'll come up with something more interesting to say ;)

A Regal Greeting.

This morning Tara came down the hall and said "Hi Mommy", to which I replied "Hi Princess!" to which she said "Hi Princess!"

And it made me smile :)

It's just stuff...

What was a fantastic family trip ended in minor tradegy when our laptop (and ALL of our photos!) went missing. We have little hope of it being returned, and I still cry about it off and on...

I need to take up Greg's mantra of "It's just stuff"... All of Tara's first year photos are backed up on CD. Most of her second year are online. Her list of firsts is gone, but thankfully I had updated her babybook beforehand and so I still have some things.

It sickens me to think of someone wiping the harddrive, but I hope that's what happened... Otherwise all of our personal photos are out there somewhere in someone else's hands. It's hard to think about without having a panic attack or crying...

It's just stuff. And God has already poured his grace on us. Photos that I thought were lost forever were found. There is a slight chance that the pictures on the camera card that I loaded onto the laptop halfway through our trip and then deleted can be salvaged (please pray! We'll know more tomorrow!!) We have possibly found sources for the money that we will need to spend to replace what was lost.

And God has given me a working copy of Corner Gas Season 5!! I had found my original, WORKING copy the night before the trip, and so brought it along, and it was in the laptop case that was taken. But the most recent version that Greg picked up for me on Monday seems to be working.

God is good, and it's just stuff...

Taken Me This Long?

How come it has taken me 26 years to experience High Tea at the Empress? It certainly wasn't my first visit to Victoria! How come it was taken me this long to meet the people I have, or make the new friendships I've made?

Random things to think about... :)

The Littlest Dictator...

Throughout the day today, if I'm wasn't where Tara was and she wanted that changed, she'd come up to me and demand that I "SIT!". I wasn't moving fast enough, and she started to smack the floor where I was supposed to be, her voice getting louder and louder and shriller and shriller...

It's cute, when I don't focus on who's in charge of who...