Oh, right – the blog…
There’s been a lot of give and take in the Foy house over
the last couple of months. Trading in toys
on shelves for toys strategically scattered on the floor so that I trip over at
least two on my way out the door (and then sometimes fall onto the dog who I
believe has also strategically placed himself in my path as well). Trading matching clothes for simply clean
clothes…well thought out meals for hodge-podge dinners…and Foy Tale posts for spending
those few precious hours after daycare pick-ups but before bedtime glued to
James with the intention of tricking his mind into thinking we’re together for
more of the day than we actually are and hoping that he doesn’t notice when I
crawl into the fort we made and close one eye – okay, sometimes both eyes.
You take what you’re given, you work your ass off during the
day with the hope of being able to leave it all behind, shut it off, or at least
tuck it away for later so that you can come home and focus on nothing else but
your family – come home and just be “Mama”.
And while some days are easier than others, you find a way to make it
work, to stretch yourself being careful not to overstretch yourself. Trading in “that’s not the way I do it” (or “
the way it’s supposed to be done”) for “thanks for the help.” Giving up a little of your pride when you
just can’t rally for “Super-Mom Saturday” after a 60 hour work week. (Super-Mom
Saturday is defined as a Saturday where I get up have breakfast with James,
clean the entire house – yep, potties and all, make a snack for James, do most
of the laundry, feed James lunch and put him down for a nap all before Eddie
gets home from the golf course…and to be honest it’s only been done a handful of
times.)
There were days over the last several weeks when I could
just coast right on through and the days when the bus left track marks on my
face. Either way, there were things on
my to-do list that didn’t get done. And
the last few months have taught me that that’s okay. At the end of the day, I know that I gave it
my all, and more importantly that I gave them
my all. I was attentive to patients, I
made my kid laugh, I called a friend on the way home, I dried my hair with my
hairdryer on the “low” setting so that I wouldn’t wake Eddie up at 4:30 in the
morning, I turned on a light so I wouldn’t fall over Max again. I’m not going to lie and tell you that I didn’t
doze off at one point during a riveting game of hide-and-seek with James and
Eddie (and Max sometimes) or pretend like I didn’t have to wait an extra 30
minutes at the Kangaroo on Gorman Street for Eddie’s brother, Charlie, to graciously
drive across Raleigh and fill my car up with gas because I left my wallet at
home – 25 miles away – 2 days in a row. And until I succeed in squeezing 36
hours into one day I’m definitely okay with that – even though it could get
expensive seeing as how I also owe my friend, Mary-Beth, 2 lunches and a few
Diet Mountain Dews after she bailed me out at lunch and helped to prevent me
from experiencing symptoms of caffeine withdrawal on my wallet-less days.
There have been plenty of conversations with James I’ve
wanted to share, moments in the afternoon that begged me to run and write about
them, weekends that needed reflection, and thoughts and feelings that deserved
to be strung together with the perfect words so that I can look back and
remember the little things that make our little bit of time together so much
more than little. But the Foy Family has been a little busy and
in our family, life trumps writing
about life. In our family, quality for
quantity looks a bit like this:
Playing with Tractors:
Sliding With Daddy:
Sliding All By Himself:
Trying to get myself into a couple of shots...it still needs work:
Discovering Drainage Grates: (fun times in Johnston County)
Further exploring fascination with ROCKS:
...And Mulch:
Eating Noodles the FUN way:
Celebrating Birthdays:
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| My sister, Shannon, (right) celebrated her 21st birthday in January. My sister, Katie, is on the left. |
Playing with Chop-Sticks:
Walking on the beach for the first time:
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| Though James has been to the beach a few times already, he wasn't able to walk then. He absolutely loved it! |
Chasing "Tweet-Tweet's" on the beach: (Birds)
Watching waves crash:
Realizing how cold the beach can be in February:
...But loving it anyway!
Watching the sunrise:
Eating breakfast on the porch with Mama:
Building a Fort:
Going to birthday parties for friends:
Only eating the Icing:
