Mom, who is Arack Obama?

That question was one of the first posed to me this morning. We can't start with something like "where do babies come from", we have gone political!

Try explaining the presidency or even the fact that we live in the United States, which is also known as USA and America.

Don't even get me started on Universal Healthcare and off shore drilling!

These are "The Days of My Life"

Hadley Keck, Madame President, has a good ring, don't you think?

I cannot keep up with a 9 year old!

Oh, I think everyone should have a 9 year old come and stay with them, especially if you have small children. This summer, my neice, Kathryn, came and stayed with us.

Constant shows, art exhibits, fake doctor's offices, NICU nurseries - you name it, Kathryn provided it for Hadley. She has simply created a world for Hadley that I cannot replicate. Not even close, especially that art exhibit thing...

"Can you go get a diaper for me?" "Can you take Rudy out?" "Can you put Hadley down for a nap and read her a story?"

Yep, I used a whole box of Kleenex when she left. You would have too...

Here are some pics from her summer visit....

Summer pictures!

New Olympic Sport - Motherhood

I love the Olympics! I especially remember the Olympics of my childhood, when I thought, "I could do that". I remember those Olympics of the 80's - can any girl in that was in high school say, "Mitch Gaylord, Men's Gymnastics"?? Like I say, I love the Olympics. Being a sports enthusiast myself, I wait IMPATIENTLY through the opening ceremonies and the lighting of the torch (get on with it) until I see the actual action.

Now that I have full blown cable, I am very confused and obsessed with more than one sport going on. I cruise the channels while doing the dishes, laundry, playing, etc.

I am pumped about Dana Torres, partly because I always feel sad that my Olympic chance has passed me by and now that a 41 year old mom is competing, I think there still might be hope.

I loved watching Michael Phelps. I loved watching the Chinese Men's Gymnastic Team. I even picked out a guy that looked like what I think Shepherd might look like. Of course, he is their #1 guy, also.

Then it occurs to me. As I am trying to feed Shepherd, fold laundry, let the dog in and out and in and out, as well as play with Hadley, MOTHERHOOD could be an Olympic sport.

Suddenly I feel strong, capable, gold-medal worthy, even spandex, full-body-swimsuit worthy. I am Mother hear me roar. I imagine myself getting onto the podium, yes, the one in the middle. I am holding red roses while the flag of MotherHood is lowered over my head. Tears well up in my eyes as I savor the moment. I have won. I am a good mother, no, the best mother. The gold medal mother.

Then my daydream comes to a halt as I hear those words that snap me back into reality.

"Mommy, I need some toilet paper!"

I must trade in the medal for some Charmin. Good thing that girl is so cute.

Gotta Run.