In the last week the children have started to express a lot of curiosity about their infant/toddlerhood. I have been going back to my first few months of posts and reading to them about their first words and their early adventures. They have been thrilled!
It has been a real encouragement to write more about our daily life--in addition to the deeper things of what I am learning. To that end, I have had so much blog fodder in the last week or so, but it never seemed like anything came together for a cohesive post. So, tonight...a list of the craziness that is real life around here sometimes:
*Friday afternoon, I locked my keys in my car while it was running in the front of the carpool line. Thankfully, no one was in the car--because it took an hour to get a locksmith out there. Did I mention I have two extra keys, that were both inside my locked car? It was a beautiful afternoon, so the children and I enjoyed the playground while we waited for assistance...but, boy, did I feel like a moron!
*Saturday, I drove a 14 passenger van to YL camp and back. The 15 year old, hip hop loving teenaged girl who rode shotgun battled with me over the volume for the entire trip up. I insisted on a leader riding shotgun on the way home. When did I get to be the old fogey van driver?
*Tuesday, my husband left at 4am for 6 days of professionally required annual continuing education--that just happened to be in Tahoe where he could also enjoy a bit of skiing. ;-) The children and I went about our normal routine: small group for me, pottery and dance for them. That night K & I worked on a homework project she had due for school: a poster on the art of Russia...(Yes, she is 4!) The funniest part of it all was when I was reviewing the poster with her for comprehension and asked her about the section on Ancient Russian Icons. She said, "I know this one! Its the old Russian iphones!"
*Wednesday around 12:20am our burglar alarm was activated. It was a glass break alarm from our garage. Home alone with my three wee ones and a husband across the country, it was disconcerting to say the least. I was so disoriented and suprised to be awakened by the alarm that it took several minutes for the actual fear and what-ifs to sink in...just about the time I was attempting to get back to sleep.
*Saturday, we started the final countdown until Daddy's late night return by attending a fun birthday party, then a spontaneous road trip to enjoy the circus in Atlanta with Grandmother and Granddaddy. Somewhere along the way R got sick. I am not sure what he is fighting, but his temp keeps spiking to 102, despite a negative flu test and a negative strep test! He will be home with me again tomorrow.
Life is wacky and unpredictable, but somehow so sweet amidst it all. My sweet little sick boy wandered downstairs as I was typing this. As I carried him back up to bed he stroked my hair and gently rubbed my back. I couldn't help but notice how long he was getting as his feet seemed to strike my shins. As I placed him in his bed, he mumbled, "Mama, can you please sing to me?" One minute such a little man...and another still my precious little boy.