Spring Break is almost over. All 2 weeks of it.  There's technically still time for us to go to Cancun, but the airline ticket prices would be ridiculous.  I'd really like to go wild but I guess I'll have to wait until next year for that.  Hehe.

Instead we have a 4 month check up, a Cub Scout meeting, a Cub Scout trip to the news station, a Cub Scout site sale, an FRG trip to the beach (probably not going since daddy doesn't want baby to see the ocean until he's home), Eragon to watch and subsequent dragons to draw, "Dead Man's Hand" to make (jello molded in a glove to look like a severed hand) and eat, groceries to buy, and hopefully chocolate to eat.

I like being busy with the kids, but having chill days are nice too.

Izzy is a "go baby" and she likes to be social, but if we're on the go all day she doesn't get as much floor time or play time.  And she is so playful.  She loves having her baby feet kissed; she sticks them out, one at a time, to be kissed.  She loves having raspberries blown on her cheeks and tries to reciprocate.  The boys like playing with her.  Anytime she gets upset or overstimulated, though, they are sure that she must be hungry.  Haha.

I've tried to explain to them what it's like to be a baby, helpless, trapped in a little body that can only roll over and barely scoot around, unable to talk.  I know I would be frustrated if I couldn't do things for myself and I was bored and instead of being played with I had a pacifier shoved in my mouth or I was hungry and instead of being fed I was smooched all over my face.

Obviously, 6 and 9 year old boys don't have mommy intuition.  But they are learning not to get frustrated with her when she doesn't respond well to what they're doing with her.  I don't let them carry her around, but sometimes Xavier will ask to hold her and I let him.  Izzy adores him and she would smile and giggle just hearing him read the phone book.

I hope she takes well to her daddy.  It will break his heart if she is scared of him.  It's strange getting to know this whole new person and only being able to relay what I've learned and watched and heard via email or phone calls.  Not that we're not exceptionally fortunate to even have those luxuries, but it still sucks.  She is growing so much.  When he left she was 5 days old and just a tiny little fuzzy newborn who only ate and slept.  When he comes home she will be 8 months or older...crawling, pulling up, playing with toys, maybe even saying some words.  She'll be a big girl with definite likes and dislikes that daddy doesn't yet know about. 

It will be so fun to all be together again, though.  To go to the beach and let her put her piggies in the sand and watch the boys chase each other (hopefully not with sticks or other sharp things they find on the beach).  I can't wait for him to see how happy and snuggly she is when she wakes up in the morning.  I have to call her sunshine when she wakes up because she's just so soft and warm and elated.

The boys miss their daddy, too.  We all miss him.  His random rap lyric slogans pop into my head out of nowhere, and throughout the day I make a mental list of cute things the kids do, every weird interaction I have with someone else, every minor thing I accomplish, every crazy news story I hear...I try to remember it all like a "to talk about" list.  I still forget things, though. 

If he were h ereI wouldn't have to remember.  Our experiences would mesh and I wouldn't have to lamely try to describe the pieces of my day that I find noteworthy.  He would already know.

*sigh*

Spring Break has gone really well so far.  We've done a lot of fun stuff.  I especially liked it when Xavier referred to breasts as "bouncers" (long story, don't ask) and when Orian told his brother that something he had said was "offensive".  Maybe we need to make a little Spring Break '07 scrapbook and include our favorite sayings from our little vacation (We'll leave out what I said to the truck that cut me off yesterday.  Oops.)

We'll pencil in "going wild" for Spring Break '08.