Saturday, April 30, 2011

A wish for world peace...

I had the best childhood.  The quintessential small town life.  So many memories of my sweet childhood revolve around distinct features of our town, such as the town square.  The same town square where we waited to catch that first glimpse of Santa during the Annual Christmas Parade.  The town square where prom pictures were taken and choir shows were performed.   Tonight, the hubs and I had the privilege of taking a nice little walk around the town square with MacGruber and our dog.  In the middle of the town square is big fountain that has coins at the bottom.  There have been a lot of wishes made more was added tonight.  Here was the dialogue that ensued..

The Hubs- "MacGruber, would you like a coin to throw into the fountain?"
(Of course, he said yes!  What 2-year old would deny throwing anything?)
Mama-"When you throw your coin into the fountain, you get to make a wish.  A wish is something you want so so world peace." (I know, I know..I tried to convince my 2-year old to wish for world was my beauty pageant moment..what can I say?)
Mama-"Here's your coin, Bubba.  What do you wish for?"
As my sweet boy threw that nickel into the fountain with all of his might he answered, "Lots of trucks, Mama."

After I laughed and gave my sweet boy a snuggle, I realized how perfect his answer was.  It wasn't something fancy that he wished for or something that seemed impossible to attain.  He told me what he wanted so so bad...and in this moment, it's truly "a lot of trucks."  

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Why MacGruber, you ask?

All the other bloggity blog names I liked were taken.  All. Of. Them.  So, here I am thinking of my sweet boy who is currently staying at Nana and Baba's and I MISS him like crazy.  My awesome little MacGruber. has nothing to do with the SNL spoof or the terrible movie that came out last's just fun.  And our house is a barrel of fun!  My husband likes to think he nicknamed our boy MacGruber but I'm pretty sure it was me.  (This is a topic of contention around here.)  Our big guy has lots of nicknames...dude, little man, even bagoo!  Yep, Daddy made up that one!  But for some reason MacGruber seems to be sticking, at least in my world.  Is it what I want him to be called when he's 10?  Ummmm..No!!  But for now, it works.  When I think of his sweet at times mischevious smile, or how lately he pulls his little chair right up to the pantry to scope out "the goods" , I know that MacGruber fits.  It just fits...

No way, Jose...

I used to think blogging was so self-serving.  Perhaps, it still is..but I know the intentions I have with this blog, and it's more for preservation sake.  I have a son.  He's growing up ridiculously fast.  It had to be yesterday when I held that little bundle of boy in my arms, wasn't it?  He's got these beautiful brown eyes, and loooong eyelashes I know all the girls will go crazy for.  I know I do.  He's 2 1/2 now.  His favorite words revolve around bodily functions and no mess is too big for him.  I'm in love.  I'm infatuated. And, I want this blog to be a place where I can share the daily adventures I have with him.  A place to show the crafts we so lovingly make and the food I pour my heart into because  I know it will help him grow big and strong.  I'm not quite sure where this blog will go, but for now it feels right.  A place to record, a place to plan, a place to be in the world of my MacGruber.