Get Well Soon - 4/8/11

to the miss kiddo sassy pants -

I don't STRONGLY dislike a lot of things.
However, I strongly dislike when you are sick.
I strongly dislike puke shooting forth from your mouth.

It had to be said.

Yesterday - you were so fed up with throwing up that AS you were "tossing your cookies", you waved your hands in front of your face in frustration - which launched chunky chunks all over the living room in all directions.

Get healthy, will ya?
It breaks my heart.

...and turns the stomach a bit.

(that had to be said too).

Land Of The Lost

 

The Rockstar and I used to work at this vintage clothing store together in Chicago.

Saturdays and Sundays.

I miss that place.

Well, maybe I don't miss getting shirts off the ceiling for people wanting to get a closer look.
Or - those dangling heads, for that matter.
Finding a Halloween costume, however? Now that was EASY.
Ahh memories.

Rome

Once upon a time, my sister and I went to Rome.
A Christmas present from my dad.
My dad rocks.

My sister had a film camera at the time.
And all these pictures are straight out of the camera, or SOOC, as the fancy people say.
No editing.
My sister rocks.
She took around a million pictures. Literally. It was pretty close to a million... I think.
And these are a couple of my favorites.

I think we went in 2003.
I think we went for 2 weeks.
I could be way off.
In any case, it was an amazing trip.

Have you ever seen the movie Being John Malkovich? Strange movie.
The bed and breakfast we stayed at reminded me of the 7 1/2 floor in that movie.
Our B&B was located in a hotel. On the second floor.
But it wasn't part of the hotel at all.
First floor: Hotel
Second floor: A random bed and breakfast (4  bedrooms).
Third floor: Hotel.
Fourth floor: Hotel.
...and so on.
Make sense?
I loved that little random B&B, by the way.

We went all over Rome.
The Colosseum.
The Pantheon.
The Vatican.
St Peter's Basilica.
The Sistine Chapel.
Trevi Fountain.
The Spanish Steps.
The Roman Forum.
The Piazza del Campidoglio.
It was all fascinating.

I'd love to go back again and see if that little 2nd floor B&B still exists.

Thanks, dad. I'll never forget that trip.
And thanks, sis, for the sweet photos.

Little Miss.

 to my little miss (full of bliss)

I've never been good about keeping track of things.
Truth: your mother is not super organized.
Fact: I will still probably make you clean your room.

Sadly, I never wrote down when you said your first word, when you first rolled over, the first time you said 'i love you'....
Terrible, I know.
I jotted down a handful of dates and facts on a dry erase board hanging in the hallway.

On the dry erase I have noted:
the first time you smiled
the first time you slept through the night
the first time you laughed

I do remember what your first word (in which you actually KNEW what you were talking about) was: BEAR.

I remember the first time you realized you could actually JUMP in a jumper.

I recall the first time you threw up everywhere and I was certain you were dying, called my mother-in-law and she let me know that you probably just had the flu.

Oh and there's LOTS of video footage. Remind me to bring that out when you bring home your first boyfriend.

Things I do know (which need no remembering):

The minute I knew you existed, I fell madly in love.
The second I saw your face - I realized why IIIII was in existence.

You are
the apple of my eye,
the bee's knees,
the cat's pajamas,
the greatest thing since sliced bread,
my favorite.

I will always
fight for you,
believe in you,
support you,
pray for you,
be proud of you,
love you,
no matter what.

Thanks for being my kiddo.
Thanks for cracking me up.
Thanks for telling me I'm funny.
Thanks for the hugs.
Thanks for calling me mama.
Thanks for making me cry tears of:
joy
sadness
thankfulness
pure bliss.

I love you.