Los Porchs

Football announcer: We'll check in on Chi town for an update. Me: Gahhhh! I HATE when people call it Chi-town. Shaddup already! Charlie: Chi-towwwwwnnnnnnn (in her best cutie pie voice) And THAT'S how I got taunted by a three-year-old.

Tonight, I am preparing myself for the big goodbye.  To let go of someone whom I have known and loved deeply my entire life.  This has been difficult and not all at once.  He lived such a long and meaningful life and touched so many lives in his years... it hurts to let someone like that go. It stings every time Charlotte randomly interjects "Why your grandpa dieeee?" or "My mama's grandpa died." She's three and has not encountered death yet in her short little life.  I think most of my anxiety about the funeral tomorrow is her -- how do you explain death?  Why is everyone crying?  Why isn't grandpa moving?  Why is he in there?  Not to mention that we are not church-goers so being in mass will be a new experience for her anyway.  She doesn't know that we have to sit quietly and listen.  I worry that she shouldn't be there.  I worry that she won't be there; that this is somehow a formative experience for her.   How amazing is it t

Mmm k. Gonna need my little squish to slow her roll and stop growing. Tonight I ran away to Target because C needed new pants & I was excited (see also: horrified, devastated, so so sad) to realize she can wear clothes from the big girl section and we don't have to be exclusive to the toddler section. Grabbed her first (how the heck is this possible?!) pair of legit jeans. Found more big girl socks and underwear too... potty training is moving along nicely. We stopped four times? Three times? This weekend on our way to the cabin. I love watching her grow... I just need her to stay sweet and some days even that's a battle. Mamas unite! Xo Mama Porch