Around here we have sunshine, too big hand me down jammies, patient fat cats, a brilliant first grader, brothers who are buddies despite their age difference, good jobs, health, and oh so much happiness.
I miss blogging. Immensely. It's therapy. It's counting blessings. It's laughing later at the memories and the moments. I was thinking about it all today, and I read a bit of my blog archives. I spent years pining for more kids, and now I have this beautiful baby growing up so fast and I'm not documenting it. So no more. I am coming back. I don't know if anyone will read but me, but this is the closest I've ever come to a real journal and I want it back.
Plus other social media makes me feel weird. Perhaps that's another post for another day.
Some happenings of today (which is a lot like many days right now):
I had Frankie ready right on time for carpool. We opened our eyes from saying prayer and Chrissy was outside. Go all of us for being on time!
But, I was 10 minutes late for Simon's well child visit. Mostly because I put off waking him up from his nap for too long. He barely even whimpered when getting his flu shot. (It's concerns me a bit what a champ he's been for all his immunizations. I hope he feels some amount of pain or life could be dangerous.)
My Mom watched Simon for a bit while I ran to the office, trying to make progress on my deadline next week.
I picked up the boys at school, then we picked up Simon. I grabbed invitations from my friend Tana that needed to be delivered for our Relief Society activity tomorrow. We talked through the car window, Frankie got impatient and ran home, making sure that he beat me.
Simon didn't want to take his second nap. We battled. I won.
Frankie ventured out to the neighborhood (along with the pack of little girls that he plays with now, all the little boys have moved), and put most of the invitations on the doors for me.
We had "fend for yourself" dinner. Frankie helped get his prepared. Simon munched puffs and was not impressed with his veggie baby food. But eats it anyway, he doesn't miss a meal as a matter of policy. Jeremy headed out to play some indoor Volleyball.
After dinner we played with Simon's cars in the kitchen. Frankie and I passed them back and forth, Simon chased them. When we would make them crash (and yell "crash!"), Simon would first laugh, then do this crazy shriek with clenched fists. He was either upset or excited, it was hard to tell. He's kind of a shriek-er in general, it is turning out.
(The DSLR is a little big and heavy for Frankie to handle, but I love this one despite it's blurriness)
After the craziness that is bathing these 2 together I realized they were in somewhat matching pj's, and so I tried to take pictures of Frankie reading Simon his bedtime story. It turns out Simon wasn't all that interested tonight. Things with cords that are plugged into the wall are much more fun. But Frankie took every Sandra Boynton book we have back into his bed with him to read.
I snuggled that lavender scented baby for quite some time before he got sleepy enough to put him in his crib.
Which I absolutely can't complain about.
