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Weekly Photo Challenge – Spring


I think Spring is one of my favorite seasons, other than Autumn. I love Autumn for the beautiful, bright fall colors. I love Spring for the same reason, though I mostly love Spring for the baby animals. I also have a green thumb and enjoy seeing the seeds and bulbs that I have planted grow into such beautiful, colorful flowers. This year, I didn’t get the chance to plant anything until mid April due to the harsh winter (snow, sleet, frost) we were having. Then, if that wasn’t bad enough, it wouldn’t stop raining long enough for me to pull weeds out of the garden or plant anything. But, the perennials that I do have in the garden, have already sprouted, budded, and bloomed.

Spring doesn’t just bring out the vivid color green, or bright colors of pink, purple, yellow, and blue all around, it also brings babies…baby animals that is. The stables where my daughter rides has a new member added to their family, an adorable little donkey named Easter; he was born on Easter Sunday. My daughter and I got the opportunity to meet him. He’s full of energy and seems eager to greet everyone. My daughter was able to pet him for a few minutes, then thought she would chase after him, then he would chase after her. I was more afraid Momma donkey wouldn’t like that very much, but the two kids were enjoying themselves, no matter how nervous their momma’s were. After five minutes of meet and greet, we let momma and Easter have their peace and quiet.

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Growing up too fast


My daughter has been taking speech therapy as well as PT therapy and OT therapy. Since I had pulled her out of daycare for the summer, her therapist have been visiting her here at home.

I’ve never seen them while they were working with her, usually I would catch the end of their session. At first my daughter didn’t want anything to do with them. I guess it was the change of scenery, but she knew who they were and have been working with them for months now, so they weren’t total strangers. It took her a little while to finally begin her therapy session and I was there to see what all they do with her.

There was a few games she would play on a tablet and I was quite amazed at how well she was doing. It made me smile so big watching her. I was beaming with joy deep inside, thinking how smart my baby girl is. Then it was time to work on repeating words and sentences. Some words came out clearly, while other words were more of a mumble. Still I could notice a difference in how she talks now from when she first started her therapy sessions.

The other night I was wide awake thinking of my birthday coming up in June, I’ll be 34. But that isn’t what got me, it is the fact that my little girl is growing up way too fast. I started to realize how old she really is and that she’ll be four soon; December. Then not too far from now she’ll be starting kindergarten. I tossed and turned most of the night, unable to sleep. I would see babies in the store and just smile and think how I remember my little girl being that tiny, it seems like it was a few months ago. But just recently I noticed she had grown a few more inches and could no longer fit in a few pairs of jeans.

I’m glad I am able to spend as much time as I can with her during the summer because the time that I’m in school is spent doing way too much homework and very little time with my daughter. We have four more days until we leave for Georgia to pick up my sister, then we’re off to Disney. I know she’s anxious to go and so am I.

A child locked in


Yesterday I went to Target to get my mini me new shoes. I had enrolled her in daycare for the first time. Im a little nervous though. For two and a half years she and I haven’t been separated for very long.

When we got there I stopped at Starbucks, she was pointing, saying truck. I turned to see what she was talking about. A ladder truck had pulled up a few minutes after we entered Target. I had ordered us a drink and turned to see that an ambulance arrived soon after. Our drink was ready for me to pick up. I push the buggy closer to the window and see a patrol car arriving. My cousin, Brandy, working behind the counter says that a child must’ve been locked in a car again. I said, “again?” She says, “oh yes, it happens all the time here.”

I turn back around to watch all the commotion. A couple of firemen grabbing tools from their truck, walk up to a small SUV and being prying the passenger door open. A lady nearby, pacing, her hands covering her mouth, I instantly assume that she’s the mother.

After several minutes of prying and pulling, the door gives way. A fireman unlocks the doors as a paramedic opens the back door. He turns around and in his arms a little boy, that looks like he could be at least one year old. His face red, but calm as could be. His mom stands next to the paramedic, watching him do his job. He checks him out then hands him over to mom, whom seems more than delighted to hold her baby boy. He must’ve been in there a good twenty minutes, maybe not that long.

I’m sure what had happened is that she had accidently locked her keys in the car while pushing her buggy back to the cart corral. It happens. With the triple degree weather we’ve been having daily almost the entire summer, the only thing anyone is thinking is to hurry and get out of the heat.