My dad returned to Texas on Tuesday and two little girls went into mourning. Bella threw temper tantrums all day long and was quite out of sorts.
They were so very glad to have him here. For six days he gave them his undivided attention. What a wonderful treat for them to have someone who didn’t have to fix dinner or do laundry or get up to change diapers. I can’t count how many hours he spent reading to them, They were glued to his side.
I am so sad my parents live so far away that we are only able to see them a couple of times a year. Still, what a treasure it is to have them in my children’s lives when we are able to be physically present to one another.
On Wednesday morning my sister took the kids to storytime at the library while I went to the OB. I got out of my appointment about ten minutes after storytime started so I went and had tea and a pastry at Panera. I sat in an armchair and read my book and sipped my tea and nibbled my pastry with NO INTERRUPTIONS. Fifteen minutes of bliss.
Oh sure these days I almost always get quiet time to read during the kids’ naps; but somehow it’s not the same as being all on my own out of the house. Oh those days when I was single and could spend hours reading at a coffee shop, I had no idea what a treat it was.
Ben has learned how to kiss his hand. We have a board book about kisses and now when we read it he holds his hand up to his mouth and makes smacking noises. Then he looks at me and giggles. It is the most adorable thing ever. I absolutely love this age.
This morning Sophie surprised me by counting to ten. “i have one, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight, nine, ten dollies.” Bella still struggles with this, I think numbers are just not her thing.
Cuteness of the day from Bella as I was doing the dishes this morning: “My hands are scuttling along the oven handle,” she told me as she made her fingers crawl along. “They are being ants.”
I particularly loved the word choice: “scuttling along”. You can tell she’s a bookworm.
Ben is teething again. Screaming, back arching, I refuse to eat anything but I’m going to cry because I’m hungry, unpleasant little ball of pained toddler boy.
These are the same teeth from way back in June, by the way. You remember when he decided he wasn’t going to nurse anymore? Yeah, they still haven’t broken through. I’m about ready to get a scalpel and help them along. Anything to just get it over with.
And I am all out of takes. Sorry my blogging has been slow. All the ideas I have these days would take too much time and brainpower to develop into blog posts. But on the other hand my floors have all been vacuumed in the past week. That counts for something, right.