Now that I am comfortably supporting myself on kickbacks from Nabisco for being the official spokeswoman for the Oreo cookie, it is high time I write about the other loves in my life!
The last few days have been an odd combination of lazy,crazy, busy, miserable and enjoyable. With Kyle out of town for the week, my schedule in some strange ways has become quite flexible. Meal time is whenever, and I haven't worried so much about the state of the house. (*Disclaimer. This does not mean that when Kyle is around I keep the place spotless and feed him grand meals. There is just certainly more effort when he is around. That in and of itself is funny because he expects neither a hot meal or a spotless housewhen he comes in the door from work.)
Well, I was laid back about the house until today when I realized I might have a babysitter in the home and that certainly got me moving. An hour or so into my mad rampage of laundry, dishes, mopping and the like, the reality hit that I was going to have to bring the kiddies with me with me on my outing because institute is on Thursday nites. Dang institute teachers have to be so good that it keeps my "driving babysitters" away! Then I relaxed again. It was actually kind of nice knowing that any further cleaning I was going to do could be at my pace and I had no deadline. Once the kids woke from their nap, I really got to enjoy them and for a few hours, didn't have to worry about getting anything ready.
I realized how different my life is when those feelings of having to "get ready" are present. Different things get done. The feeling isn't intrinsically bad-- after all, some times we need a good adrenaline push to get stuff done. But when the adrenaline wasn't there, I was better able to focus on my little ones running around in the nursery giggling. I was relishing in their cuteness and trying to read their personalities. Then my mind drifted to some of the funny things Cade has said this week. I realized I neeed to do a better job at documenting these things because they are just too cute to not!
Yesterday evening I decided to take the kids to the mall during the "witching hours" --that's what I call them--- the hours between 4pm and bedtime. The kids are cranky, hyper, but I can't exactly take them anywhere because I have to get dinner prepared and them ready for bed. After they expended their energy at the indoor play place, we got some food to eat. I was eating a sandwich and Cade discovered my cup contained a liquid substance far greater than water-- an extreme rarity. Root beer! He quickly decided he wanted to be in charge of the drink and began sipping away. A few minutes later I was ready for a sip myself and asked Cade if I could have a drink.
"No Mama, you hafta eat your sammich first. Then you can have pop."
The last few days have been an odd combination of lazy,crazy, busy, miserable and enjoyable. With Kyle out of town for the week, my schedule in some strange ways has become quite flexible. Meal time is whenever, and I haven't worried so much about the state of the house. (*Disclaimer. This does not mean that when Kyle is around I keep the place spotless and feed him grand meals. There is just certainly more effort when he is around. That in and of itself is funny because he expects neither a hot meal or a spotless housewhen he comes in the door from work.)
Well, I was laid back about the house until today when I realized I might have a babysitter in the home and that certainly got me moving. An hour or so into my mad rampage of laundry, dishes, mopping and the like, the reality hit that I was going to have to bring the kiddies with me with me on my outing because institute is on Thursday nites. Dang institute teachers have to be so good that it keeps my "driving babysitters" away! Then I relaxed again. It was actually kind of nice knowing that any further cleaning I was going to do could be at my pace and I had no deadline. Once the kids woke from their nap, I really got to enjoy them and for a few hours, didn't have to worry about getting anything ready.
I realized how different my life is when those feelings of having to "get ready" are present. Different things get done. The feeling isn't intrinsically bad-- after all, some times we need a good adrenaline push to get stuff done. But when the adrenaline wasn't there, I was better able to focus on my little ones running around in the nursery giggling. I was relishing in their cuteness and trying to read their personalities. Then my mind drifted to some of the funny things Cade has said this week. I realized I neeed to do a better job at documenting these things because they are just too cute to not!
Yesterday evening I decided to take the kids to the mall during the "witching hours" --that's what I call them--- the hours between 4pm and bedtime. The kids are cranky, hyper, but I can't exactly take them anywhere because I have to get dinner prepared and them ready for bed. After they expended their energy at the indoor play place, we got some food to eat. I was eating a sandwich and Cade discovered my cup contained a liquid substance far greater than water-- an extreme rarity. Root beer! He quickly decided he wanted to be in charge of the drink and began sipping away. A few minutes later I was ready for a sip myself and asked Cade if I could have a drink.
"No Mama, you hafta eat your sammich first. Then you can have pop."
Said like a true parent!
On the way home he asked, "Where's Curious George's Mommy?"
Cade despises the response, "I don't know" so I answered,
"In the jungles of Africa." At least to the best of my knowledge that's where she was.
He seemed satisfied with the answer. I suppose it really started to bother him that there was no maternal figure in George's life. Just the Man in the Yellow Hat.
A few weeks ago Cade was watching a "big" baseball game with Kyle (if you ask me, every one Kyle insists upon watching is a "big" game. What consitutes a little game then, because they all seem big!") and said,
"Daddy, you're my best friend. And baseball's my cousin."
Here are some pictures of the fun Halloween festivities Cade and Savvy joined in on while we were away on our cruise.....
1 comment:
Okay, that is HILARIOUS!! Daddy, you're my best friend and baseball's my cousin!! Thats good. I am glad to know that we are related to baseball now.
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