I feel so much better today. (Thanks to everyone for the prayers.) It isn’t a cold or the flu, just complications from seasonal allergies and asthma: a sinus infection and a miserable wheezy cough. I’m not sure why a trip to the doctor and some antibiotics do the trick. Shouldn’t make a difference so soon except maybe that I feel I’ve done something about it. Though maybe yesterday’s nap helped too.
Doesn’t hurt that the weather turned beautiful. Dramatic Indian summer. Warm sun, golden leaves, blue skies. Opened the doors and windows to enjoy the weather. Wandered outside barefoot with Ben. Let the girls eat lunch on the go as they too seemed drawn to the back yard.
Bella and I baked a loaf of bread. Quite possibly the best I’ve ever made. And I thought at first it was a near disaster as I mis-measured somehow and the dough was soupy and I had to add lots of extra flour.
I gave Ben his first bathtub bath. I hate trying to wrestle slippery newborns in the tub so I tend to stick with thorough sponge baths. How dirty does a baby get anyway? But today I felt inspired to do the real deal. He smells so sweet and clean. Bella enjoyed helping to sponge him. Lots of water all over the floor.
Ben has had a sleepy day. Consequently I got so much done around the house. Vacuumed and tidied up in the living room, the girls room and our bedroom. Swept the dining room. Ran a couple of loads of laundry.
Dinner was chipotle sloppy joes (mmm they have black beans and corn) on whole wheat rolls with a wasabi broccoli slaw. The girls had plain beans and corn and leftover pizza. Sophie did take a bite or two of the broccoli slaw and of the sloppy joe filling.
Incidentally the photos are from this afternoon after clouds rolled in. So they don’t capture the full glory of the day. But you can see Sophie’s bare feet.
I can put together themed books pretty easily using a combination of the library and what we already have … but what I can’t do is persuade the child that those are the books she wants to read. I put together a nice Letter A bag, only for her to turn her nose up at it as they weren’t the books she wanted, thank you very much! I decided not to bother with B. There is a lot to be said for serendipity
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“but what I can’t do is persuade the child that those are the books she wants to read.”
A very good point indeed! Three year-olds can be very stubborn, can’t they? Thanks for reminding me of another of the pitfalls of comparison.
Dick Whittington is one of my favorite stories. My daddy’s family lore is that Mr. Thrice-Lord-Mayor-of-London is one of our ancestors. And with the cat being central to the story, of course I like it!
Rachel, cool ancestor!
Funny side note, according to Wikipedia the real Dick Whittington (as opposed to the stage character) was actually elected Lord Mayor four times.