happy being trevy

    I used to be good at spilling the guts of life.     Like, really good.  I could make random strangers cry in a single post.  And heart connect.  To the point that they wanted to just jump right through the computer screen to wrap our family up in giant cyber hugs.  Because that wasn’t possibly, they would send me lovely comforting emails instead.     I think I lost my mo-jo.     Somewhere along the last three years, I stopped sharing the guts.  And started withdrawing.  Curling up inside myself.  Wrapping around the sad and difficult moments like a secret that I was desperate not to let escape. Rather than spilling my guts, I found myself sucking it up and gutting through the rough patches.  Clinging to my husband, my Faith and the deep belief that Providence has pre-planned all of this mess.  That I am not alone.  And it’s not all pointless. As naïve and simpleton as that might soun...

    I never thought that would happen.     That I’d miss it.     That it would roll right by without melancholy mommy feelings and tears and the whole tide of emotions that typically washes over me when a day like that passes.     But here it is.  October 18th.     And October 9th…the day they took half my child’s brain to rescue him from the Seizure Monster…a day I never thought I’d forget…passed right by and I didn’t even give it a nod.  It slipped right by without me noticing.      I probably wouldn’t have at all had Jonathan not mentioned it to me.  And when he did, I was truly astounded.  Then I started to wonder what exactly that means?  Because it feels weird knowing that I forgot.  It feels wrong somehow.  Like I should wear black today instead.  And try to conjure up all those emotions I usually battle through this month.  But maybe it’s a good sign?...

    Like when Trevor spots a Christmas Tree…     at the mall…the zoo…the doctors office…where ever…     And joyously sings “O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!” at the top of his lungs.     It’s adorable.      Okay…so it’s adorable AND a little embarrassing when we’re at the library.  But still…     He also recites the entire Pledge of Allegiance any time he spots the American Flag too.  You’d be surprised the random sorts of places he spies them.     And because his patriotism is too cute not to share…           …danielle

    Trevor loves…and when I say loves, I mean loves …the library.      So as a poopy on the potty prize we decided he could tag along on my weekly rendezvous.  It’s a homeschool mommy thing.      I may or may not be guilty of guilt tripping daddy into joining us.     What?!     I needed to do my homeschool mommy thing.  Browse the aisles.  Picking random interesting looking books.  Trying to look put together.  Like my kids are learning as much as all the other kids.  That kinda stuff.      Impossible to do with Trevy.     Trevy has a way of making look entirely NOT put together.  Because it’s hard to look put together when you’re sweating like a pig and frantically shoving books back on the shelves.  True story.     As much as Trevy loves the library…I think it’s fair to say he feels the exact opposite about the leaving part....