daydreams of a five year old.

Right now, I should be blogging about the most amazing trip to Costa Rica.

Right now, I should also be:
1. doing laundry
2. doing homework
3. post-trip finance catch up
4. sleeping. cause I'm way behind on that too.
5. reading some documents from work that I just didn't get to today

But, let's be honest.
I've been running since the airplane landed in Seattle on Monday night.
So...instead of all of the above things, I am choosing to write about Charlee, Bodhi, and Jane.

Because...let's be honest...they are way more entertaining than any of the above things.

And blogging about Costa Rica actually requires me to figure out where I put my camera, along with the cable so that I can download my pictures. I have not yet unpacked (as point 1 notes). And, as point 4 explains, I am lacking some vital energy to actually figure that out.

So enjoy.
My promise to you is that I will get that sleep, and I will find that camera, and I will post that blog about a real soul-filling trip...later.

The most amazing thing about leaving one home is coming to another. I am blessed to have many heart homes. Costa Rica is one...and it also feels awesome to arrive at my house and have little children tell you how much they missed you.

They always look like they grew up a lot in the week you were gone.

I asked Charlee to check in on Zane (our teenager friend who Carleigh works with throughout the week) who had wandered downstairs. Her response when I asked what he was up to? "Oh, he's just chillin' down there". Awesome.

Tonight, as Bodhi overheard Jane crying in the bathroom (victim of an earache), he got up from the dinner table and told me, "Kaleen, I'm just gonna go tell Jane that crying doesn't help anything..."

And Jane, with fingernails like knives, loves to now "tickle" my face...it's precious...and I think I might be bleeding a little bit.

Anyways.

Daydreams of a five year old...

Gary has been away this week, and often when he leaves on business (like, 4 times a year), Carleigh and I will treat ourselves one night to fast food. Tonight was A&W or "Chicken and fries..." as Jane-z likes to call it.

We sat at the table. Jane went down hill rather quick with an ear ache. Bodhi was wiped out from a day of intense testosterone play time with his buddy Ollie. So while the two youngest went to go watch Diego with fluffy pillows, Carleigh and I chatted about our days, and Charlee worked on her cheeseburger. Slowly. Very very slowly.

At one point, Carleigh and I realized Charlee was in her own little world. Carleigh asked her to take a bite of her burger, to which Charlee "woke up" and with a big smile on her face, said,
"Mom....I was dreeeeaming"

Carleigh: "You're always dreaming, Char! What was it this time?"

Charlee: "I dreamed I was in Africa, and a car asked me to marry him"

Carleigh: "Um, what? You were in Africa and a car asked you to marry him? Like a Lightning McQueen car?"

Charlee: "Yup, but not like Lightning McQueen. Like Finn. "

Carleigh: "Oh, Finn, from Cars?"

Charlee: "Not Cars....(gives her mom a look like she's a sullen teenager and her mom has no clue at all)...Cars 2."

Carleigh: "Oh, yes, of course. Did he have an accent?"

Charlee: "Nope. He asked me to marry him. That's just silly....and.....(dramatic pause and looks at both of us).... I just made that last part up!"