Mona

This is from a party at the Yakesh home. Jackson is clearly in a trance. ..he's eating unlimited chips...his nickname is going to be "tank" soon. He hasn't met a chip he doesn't like...some less than others, but he'll settle for the plain ones if that's all that's available.

I miss my mom today....more than usual. Addison and Jackson saw PapaBear and then said, "Mona, where go?" It just broke my heart. It's so hard to honor my mom's request to not have our children grow up in sad houses. But, mom, I'm trying! I just don't know how to answer that. But PapaBear is so good for them. Jackson and my dad are such good buddies. I think it's good for both of them.
They are growing up so fast. I miss them so much during the day and it seems like they learn new things everyday. Jackson has got to be the happiest child ever. And Addison learned to scowl today....to funny. Just like Mama. I better learn quickly that she'll copy everything I do. They are still so wonderful.

Moral Compass

Ahh....today was tough. Each of us have someone in our lives that we know as our "moral compass." We probably don't ever give that person that title, but you bounce ideas and thoughts off them and their answers give you a gauge....
For me, that person was my mom. I'm feeling quite direction-less without her. I have dialed her number several times, and today I called my dad's home number and the answering machine came on with her voice. That was hard. I just miss her.
I don't intend to replace my moral compass. I just think I'll have to grow up and use my own sense of direction, that she helped me develop.

Pitty Princess

Addison is such a little princess. I walked in the door last night and she had a beautiful princess dress on! She kept saying "Pitty!" This means pretty and she would walk up to Eric and say "Pitty Daddy!" It was so adorable...until she wouldn't take the dress off for her jammies...and she screamed and screamed. I came home tonight and she has a different, beautiful dress on. She's such a little girl. Eric said, "How did you and me get such a little girly-girl?" Guess I could learn some things from her!

New Normal

For some reason, I've been compelled to start the blog again....not sure why, but I'm sure it will come to me. Writing has always been therapeutic (sp?) and I need some therapy right now.

Gramma Mona died last Monday and it's been tough, to say the least.

The twins had almost two years with her and I hope they remember something wonderful about her. They still see photos of her and shout "MONA."