Selah got strep throat, two days later Gabe came down with it. He broke my heart, "mama, will you sleep in my bed?" You know it, little buddy. The next day, as he was watching television, I looked over and saw tears streaming down hot cheeks. That darn fever had him crying. I did my best to comfort him, his head in my lap, as I stroked his hair and rubbed his back. I dare say it was the happiest I've been all week. Not because I was nursing a sick baby but because I didn't feel any guilt for sitting down and putting my feet up. It was nice knowing I was needed to sit there and watch Sesame Street.
This week...
My friend celebrated her fortieth birthday. It has me thinking about things. Like the kind of woman I am, the kind of woman I want to be and the steps it takes to get there.
I dropped everything to play with my girl when she sweetly asked, her head tilted to the side "play in my kitchen?" I love the way she pulls out a pot and starts making me some pretend oatmeal, or her favorite, pizza. And if you haven't tried pretend oatmeal and pizza from a two year old, well, you haven't really lived.
I watched as Gabe kindly "read" books to his little sister. He also played kitchen with her. They are quite the pair when big brother is at school. Such a sweet bond being formed there. Of course, it's also quite frightful the way they can fight. I can't even tell ya how many times I've said something like, "Selah, that's Gabe's Leapster" as she tears through the house with it. Or "Gabe, please don't throw her babies, she doesn't like that, and it's not kind."
I shared a girls night out with my mom and a close friend. It was nice and needed in more ways than one. I loved that we could recount the past, relive stories and finish each other's sentences.
I embarrassingly removed an unwrapped tampon from Selah's pocket during Gabe's speech therapy appointment...hoping no one saw the tiny white string sticking out of her jeans pocket. Note to self: Move tampon box out of reach of two year old.
I taught my boys how to play Scrabble. It was fun. I felt like they are much more my speed than my step-mom and sister who could quite possibly be World Scrabble Champions... After about twenty minutes all play came to a screeching halt as a certain four year old took his wooden tile rack and flung it across the room. Then we rocked out the Time Out...
This week...
We stayed in lounge wear all day for three days straight. And when I say "lounge wear" I mean footie pajamas with a zipper, or fleece jammies with snowmen. There's nothin' like jammies all day, a bedtime bath, a lotion massage followed up by fresh jammies and hot chocolate. It's quite grand. You should try it. Don't blame me if you get hooked.
I fretted over the two pounds I somehow gained over the last week (probably something to do with the Friday night pizza and chocolate chip cookies. Although, a friend and I declared that chocolate certainly can't be blamed for such things. It's just not possible. It's too good..) And immediately celebrated my hard workouts and dropping those pounds with a Reese's fudge thing Joe and the kids made. The scale and I won't be talking tomorrow.
And that was our week. I wonder what next week will bring...hopefully at least one jammie day...
Happy Saturday to ya!
XOXO,
Angie
*Again, all pictures are way old. Sorry about that. Hopefully new camera will be in the budget soon!*
So funny about the tampon. I have some of those stories from way back. If I had seen it I would not have been able to stop laughing.
ReplyDeleteLoved "rocked the time out".
Hope the kids are better and that you don't get it. Poor baby crying because it hurt so bad.
I've had a couple of days in my jammies as well. Nothing better. (((((HUGS))))