a redo, ferris wheels & a roar.

Happy Father's Day

to Dada and all our
awesome Dads!

The Hunk & I just spoke
on the phone.
It is official.
We are having a Father's Day
RE-DO
next weekend for dada.
He left for a business trip
today and it just wasn't
the special day that he deserves.
My word, I love that man so much.
He is a father to be celebrated!
Soooooo, let me blog about ferris wheels, eh?

I love them.
They are so colorful.
The view is amazing.
They make me sick,
but I still am obsessed
as you'll see in the coming pics.
One night recently,
our family planned on going to the carnival together.
Last minute, the Hunk gets stuck on a work call.
Ugh. NOOOooow when will we get to go?
I almost gave up.
Take the three children by myself?
That's crazy.
Crrrraaaazy!
Okay, that's IT. I'm doing it!

Why the heck would I do something so adventurous? She is the reason.
Which, I guess, sorta answers Jennie's question: What do you and Mr. Hunky do to help your other kids feel special, important, needed and loved. I know this seems like kind of a no brainer. I'm just wondering if you have found a certain somethin' somethin' that they really love and that they crave when it is THEIR time with mom and dad.

Jennie - you're a mama that celebrates a special life, too, so this is nothin' new. This darling girl is on my mind constantly, specifically for that reason. I'm afraid that she gets lost in the shuffle. Between the demands of my "twins", therapies, going here & there, laundry, and my frazzled self, I have so much anxiety that Meeskii is not receiving the love & attention that this effervescent doll needs. Once upon a time, we came up with the 6th day of every month to be her day. It would be easy for us to remember since she was born on the 6th. The grand plan was to take her out. Just mom & dad & Meeskii. Alas. Life happens and .......you know.

But I am a believer in EFFORT. It takes a ton of effort for us to go places and do things. 2 babies and a wheelchair and a stroller and all the stuff! Oh, it just seems easier to stay home! Especially since we'd be going out into an overstimulating atmosphere during the bedtime hours, yikes. But I think of my girl and my heart aches.....I want her to experience the wonderfulness of childhood and celebrate all that she can in these young years. I thrill just seeing her live life. I don't want to be the reason she is missing out.

And so I took a deep breath
and pressed on.
Packed up we did and threw ourselves
into that super crowded, lively carnival.
I'm sure I ran over a zillion
toes with the double jogger "bus" stroller.
But I'm sure those people
would forgive me if only they knew
what that night was doing for a
troubled mama and her children.

This picture tells all.
All 3 dears were awesome.
Happy, content, taking it all in.
It's like the babies knew this was
something extra special
for mama & big sister.
Meeskii was adorably giddy that night.
She held my hand,
smiled her cheeks off,
and had an absolute blast.

I'll never forget that night.
It wasn't just a mother taking her
children to a carnival.
It was a gift, of sorts.
At the end of the night,
after a few hours of carnival-ing,
we were all happy and in one piece.
We were full of that celebratory feeling.
Life is fun & good!
I can do this!!!!

And back we went,
just me, my sister, Kylee, and Meeskii.

Just one of the looks that
she gives that confirms
to me
that the downs of life
are so worth the ups.

I am mama.
ROOOAAAARRRR!