I have another nephew! No, it's not "I didn't know I was pregnant" unexpected, but unexpected nonetheless. His mom was scheduled to have a C-section later this month. He decided Sunday was a much better day to be born.
With his two siblings, I was in the hospital within hours of their being born. Unfortunately, in the five and a half years since then, my kids have grown and I added two more kids to our family. I can't just jump and drive to Louisville any ol' time I want.
Good news, though. Giant just happens to have a soccer tournament in Louisville this weekend. On Saturday afternoon, I'll be holding this precious little bundle.
I can't wait.
Beauty can be found in the oddest of places. We just need to slow down and find it.
Look for the unlooked-for. I'm guessing, if you do, you'll be surprised.
My mom knew how to mess with us kids. You've heard about her lying. You've heard about her pranks. You haven't heard about the heart-stopping jumping.
Picture it. An innocent little girl leaves her room to go help her mom in the kitchen*. Except her mom isn't in the kitchen. She's hiding around the corner from the little girl's room, patiently waiting for the girl to walk her way. As the girl comes around the corner, the mother jumps out of hiding, yelling, "Boo!" The girl screams. The mom laughs.
This was my childhood.
Once I got over the original fright, and my mom stopped chanting, "I got you!" we would laugh. And within a week, when she least expected it, I would get her back.
It was our thing. We grudgingly gave it up a few years ago when she had to have a heart stent put in. I am not going to be the one forever known as The One Who Gave Mom a Heart Attack.
As a mom myself, I have continued this unusual family activity with my own kids.
Just this morning, I heard Cuckoo holler for me and run to find me. I immediately jumped up to hide around the corner. Turken saw me, so I gave him the universal "Shh" sign. He got a glint in his eye and a grin on his face, excited to see how it would all go down. He knew what was coming.
As Cuckoo rounded the bend, I jumped out and yelled, "Boo!" He got that terrified look on his face and screamed for a fraction of a second. I held my breath until he figured it out and started laughing. Then all three of us laughed together.
He'll try to get me back soon. Lucky for me, he's only three. I'll just have to pretend I'm scared.
It's the big kids I have to watch out for. They're getting pretty good at it.
Have a lovely day!
*OK. That's a lie. I never left my room to willingly help my mom in the kitchen. I was probably going to the kitchen just to be sullen and annoyed in her presence. I was a bit of a pain as a preteen.