We had a wonderful, lovely Christmas—one of the calmest (for us parents) in years. I promise to actually post what very few pictures I have from Christmas (unlike last year . . . which I never posted). This year, Hatch was able to take off of work between Christmas and New Years, and it was such a treat for us! We LOVED being together! I am realizing (or, maybe, just now willing to admit) that transitioning back into the reality of post-holiday life is hard for me. I think I need a slow immersion program or something! Today was my first day back full-time in the mama gig with daddy at work and the boys at school. It was a wild time!
Here is some of the damage from today:
-William tripped walking up the stairs to preschool today, and I ended up carrying both him and Anna into the building. (Why do I not have amazing arm muscles? Please, someone tell me!)
-I accidentally hit Anna in the head with a bag of groceries (bad move, Mama.) I felt horrible.
-I realized I had no clue when the boys’ 3 year check up was supposed to be, so I had to call the pediatrician’s office to find out. Nothing says starting a new year well like organization . . . or lack thereof, in my case. Can someone please tell me if there is an app for my iphone that will show me my daily calendar on the “home screen”? I need help. Lots of help.
-While bolting down to the basement to get a Coke for a lunchtime pick-me-up, I threw open the fridge door and one of the shelves in the door broke open and a glass bottle shattered at my feet. Thankfully, I was alone, so no one got hurt. Unfortunately, because I was alone, I could hear three sets of feet running amuck upstairs. The cleaning up of that mess had to wait until Daddy came home.
-I opened the fridge and the tiny, expensive tub of blueberries that I had just bought as a treat for our babes fell onto the floor and rolled all around. I thought I was going to cry. The rascals thought it would be fun to smash them. I did not.
-I have done nothing this week but grocery shop. I am not kidding. (Don’t get me wrong: I am grateful for food and the ability to shop for it.) We had a great week and rest we did, but now, I am trying to make up for lost time. In a frenzy today to put away groceries, I put a glass jar of salsa in the bottom of my chimney cabinet in the pantry for storage. I had completely forgotten that sister likes to play in the pantry, even though I tell her not to. (I was thinking: the boys won’t mess with the salsa—they don’t like it. I have to keep things they will tear into without my notice up HIGH. We have had many an incident of Hudson breaking into a huge bag of Cheerios and dumping them all over the floor.) Anyway, while I was trying to make dinner, sister went into the pantry, picked up the salsa and dropped it onto the floor . . . like it was a game or something! She dropped it with every intention of dropping it! RASCAL! Thankfully, she is fine—she was actually completely unfazed, I am hoping that all of the salsa will come out of her clothes, and I was able to clean up the mess and barricade the pantry off before the peanut gallery got too close!
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This is random, but I have to say that William rarely likes to eat much for dinner. Tonight, I made them eggs for dinner, and when I put his plate down, he said “This looks great! Wow! What a yummy dinner! THIS IS GREAT!” It was hysterical. And so dear!
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It has been so very cold here, that all I want to do is bundle up and snuggle. We had a good morning snuggle yesterday, but Hudson had asked to snuggle with me on the sofa last night before bed. Of course, I agreed to stop whatever I was doing to snuggle him . . . and, before we knew it, William jumped beside his brother, and then, there was sister, with her little hands raised in the air for me to pick her up. Here we have a grainy picture of a very sweet moment for me!
Hatch went to a Parenting Class at church tonight (Lord, please help us! I am serious!) so I manned the fort into bedtime. We had a pre-dinner snack of Kix, and sister seemed to have found a great spot to keep her treasure! While Anna had Kix, Hudson had his requested snack: cheerios with kix mixed together, with blueberries on-top, and milk. He requested that a third cereal be mixed in, but I had to limit him to two . . . ha ha!
William was really eager to help sister eat her treats—it was so precious!
And, sister kept giving him spontaneous hugs. This is a hug-in-progress. Things like this melt my heart!
Oh, the treasures!
As a Christmas present to ourselves, we splurged on a Dyson vacuum that we found on Woot.com (one deal, one day—we love it). It came today, and I walked into the den to find this. Look at the smile on that girl’s face! She is caught in the act, and she is thrilled! She adores being with her “Brub-ee” and “Brub-ber” and pretending she is just so big. (Please also notice my Hudsey reading to himself in the background.)
In action! (Yes, she did eventually fall off of the box. She cried. She recovered. She climbed back up again.) Sister also loves to climb on the boys’ stool and up the stairs . . . she can’t go down the stairs or get down from the stool, even though it is hardly off the ground. She just screams “MOOOM-MEEEEEE” until I come to her rescue. She smiles EVERY TIME.
I left the room for less than a minute and returned to find this: Adventure knows no bounds . . .
And, yes, what you have all been waiting for. We had a thorough vacuuming done on Saturday with a normal machine. Yesterday and today we ran the Roomba (Hatch’s robot vacuum) . . . and we also ran the regular vacuum over the carpet. THEN, we did the Dyson. We went over the rug three times. And, my new best friend Dyson pulled this nastiness out of our rug.
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Dear Dyson,
Meet the dirty chaos that is my home. I have high hopes for you. VERY High hopes. Best of luck to you, little yellow friend. Best of luck. Stay strong.
(And, Dyson, you may sponsor my blog. And the clean-up of my home. Thank you very much.)
And, I will leave you with the highlight of my night: My boys snuggling together (excuse the poor photo quality) tonight before bed. Hudson put his hand on William and this was their conversation:
Hudson: Wee-yum I yub you. (Pause) Where are your glasses?
William: Mommy couldn’t find them. She was looking on the floor for them. (Pause.) Hudson, I love you.
OH MY HEART. OH, PLEASE, LORD, HELP ME TO REMEMBER THESE SWEET TIMES!
And, with that, a good night . . . and a promise for Christmas pictures to come!
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