Friday, February 10, 2012

Throughout the day I come up with cute and quirky things to post on my blog and at night I get lazy and forget what I wanted to write about.

Today I've been plagued by all sorts of things. Grace and I went to the park to get some fresh air and play. We went to Dunkin' Donuts after to get myself a cup of coffee and a treat for Grace. I was looking out the window when I saw an elderly man, he was homeless and he was picking through a dumpster, his clothes too big on him because he was so skinny from not eating. It just broke my heart. I bought a muffin and after I put Grace in the car i went up to him and asked him if he would let me give him the muffin. He reluctantly took it from me and I felt terrible after i got in the car and drove away. I felt so guilty driving away in my warm car, a fridge full of food, more then enough toys for her to play with, and I couldn't help but wish there was more I could do for him.

I think about all the kids that didn't have Christmas gifts to open on Christmas morning because they're parents had to decide between putting food in their bellies vs. a Christmas gift. Or some kids that don't have parents at all.
How fortunate I am to be lucky to have been able to go to college to have student loans to pay for. Yes paying them sucks but I was lucky enough to have been given the opportunity and option of going to college that many do not.

Then we complain about paying taxes, student loans, what has the government done for me lately? don't I deserve a break too, well it's not my problem why should I worry about it?

But it is your problem, it's my problem, it's everyone's problem. I don't fault the father that was laid off that collects unemployment until another job comes around because that means he'll make enough money to put food in his kids stomachs and pay the mortgage instead of working somewhere making much less and feeding his kids instead of paying the mortgage then his house goes into foreclosure.
I don't blame the family that chooses this instead of the other.

I have a vivid memory of when I was a kid and (coincidentally) outside of a Dunkin' Donuts. My mom getting out of the car, giving a homeless man money and a box of donuts. I remember thinking it was weird that my mom knew this man (she didn't know him, I was young and eating a donut but we're not allowed to talk to strangers so why would our parents?) when she got back in the car I asked who her friend was and she told me it wasn't her friend, he was homeless and she wanted to help him. I will never forget it.

I don't typically like to talk religion or politics because it's so personal and so many differing opinions but those are my views. I hope that I raise my child to take compassion on the less fortunate. To feel pain for those suffering. To want to do everything to help them. I hope I raise a child with good values.

Here's why you really came on here, pictures of Grace at the park today:

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Cabin Feva!

So winter time  = stuck inside and getting bored and stuck in a rut.

I have been feeling guilty about not taking baby G anywhere fun lately. We do the normal stuff, finger painting, coloring, peekaboo, building forts, racing, tea parties but I know I get bored so she must be bored. Right? RIGHT?

The other day we ventured to the Children's Museum. it went like this:
It's 30 minutes away, much like everything else in this area. We are 1/4 of the way there and Grace has a meltdown of epic proportions. I decide to press forward because she needs to let off some steam and run around a bit in a new setting. I drive the rest of the way to the museum with G SCREAMING and crying.
We finally arrive!
I carry her inside and as I am checking in they tell me it's $15 to go inside. I start digging in my purse. Can't find my wallet. I check another pocket in the purse. Nothing. I set Grace down and climb inside the purse, much like Mary Poppins. Nothing.
I vaguely remember Grace pulling my wallet out of my purse AT HOME a few hours ago. Damn.
Grace starts her meltdown because she has spotted toys and wants to play.
By the mercy of the 19 year old girl working at the museum she lets us go inside and play. (thank the lord!)
This is Grace exploring:

 She has more fun playing with the fire truck then in the Toddler Room

 So then we played outside yesterday. I think Grace may have found her new hobby: basketball

"um, yea, those guys have no clue what they're doing"

"you need a sub? I'm in!"

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