Bowbeedicles, Boopislators and Bochines

Two months have passed. 

I am only pathetic if it makes people donate to pancreatic cancer research, otherwise, just mildly neurotic.

I am a slight germ-a-phobe. I say slight because it sounds better.

I do live in a bubble with three other people. We have furniture and rocky road ice cream.

I drag around a huge boulder. Still no name but I am taking suggestions.

I miss my mom. I have voice mails that I saved. I can’t listen to them yet.

Yep, that sums me up.

Really, we are all progressing through our new lives without the center pole. It has been hard and we really didn’t want to have to do it, but these are choices we have had no control over. I am proud of us. People ask about my dad a lot. Well, he is learning to live his new life. He has cut down some trees, learned to pay bills and decided that all of those bottles in the pantry with the different powders in them (spices and seasonings), well he just doesn’t need them. He is learning.

My mom has missed my kids turning 4. That is hard to get through my head. I made a book of pictures of her for them. It is hidden; I can’t do that yet either. They love her and miss her. They have said and done a lot. My mom would laugh. Since she isn’t here to laugh, please indulge me while I tell tales.

My son loves weather, bugs and it appears the environment. He will talk about high and low pressures, cloud formations, tornadoes, hurricanes and whirlpools (in depth). He loves to talk about the underwater bowbeedicle (we think it is an underwater vehicle) and the boopsilator (can’t figure it out but it does go on the water). He informed me that if we don’t turn the water off, we will run out and if it is yellow we should let it mellow. Thanks to his dad for the last one. He is passionate and gives the best sticky kisses. He has been known to eat dirt, but it all comes out in the end.

My daughter is a princess. She lives in a castle room. She is very organized, analytical and matter of fact. She will wear her princess dress all day and eat dinner with her tiara on. Every baby, stuffed animal, fish, frog and hermit crab she has is either named princess or ballet. She says I am the best mom in the whole world. She doesn’t like dogs but cats are just okay. If she has rope of any kind she will spend her time making bochines (machines). She picks at her brother. It makes her happy. She loves to write her letters and she will fix any boo boo. She is my little girl.

Yes, we are making it through, slowly, but in the right direction. 

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