Seems moments of quiet are a rarity around here lately. I love it that way.
We are too busy building trains, going on adventures, making potions, attempting to catch butterflies, reading books upon books upon books, and fitting in daily naps.
Emma Grace is in that torturous (for all of us) wants-to-be-crawling-but-just-isn't-quite-there place. I fully expect her to start crawling in the next week or two, and I expect that she will be much happier once she figures it out.
We walked into Family Night at a restaurant last week to find a juggler balancing on a basketball, juggling five balls in the air. He later switched to juggling pins, then rings, and finally juggled grapes out of his mouth by spitting them up into the air in rotation. After viewing the five-ball act, Adam exclaimed, "Hey! My mommy can do dat!" I later assured the juggler that no, I can't. Cute to know I've tricked my kids into believing it, though.
I like to ask Adam, "How cute are you?!" He always replies, "Ummm... dis many" and then holds up two fingers.
When I call him a nickname, like scooter buns, he says, "No! I'm not scooter buns! I'm Adam Jason Mo-
wow-wes!"
Leah is a busy, busy bee. She is loving preschool and is even warming up to some of the perks of kindergarten- like riding on the school bus. Her ballet class is getting ready for recital, and while she doesn't like doing the routine over and over again and really doesn't like the costume she has to wear, she loves to dance and goes to class every week with a smile.
She and I had a great conversation with a visiting friend about Mr. Butler this week. Leah has informed me many, many times that she hates Mr. Butler as much as she hates Satan, and the most frantic I've ever seen her is when I call out "Hellooooo?" in my fake English Mr. Butler accent. She'll even go so far as to try to push me and him out of the room so she can finish cleaning up her beloved toys, because she knows he never gives them back. For the record, Mr. Butler has never taken anything from the kids. Ever. He's actually where I store extra toys and activities that I am saving for a rainy day. If only they knew...
As for Jason, we won't be seeing much of him for a month or two. He starts planting next week, is finishing up his prelims, and had his first job interview last week. We are so close, yet still so far. He works so hard every day, and I love him so much. Our anniversary is coming up soon!
And me? I'm running again, and loving it. I can go twice a week easily, but I'm aiming for three times a week. I have stopped trying to stay up until Emma's midnight feeding, because it turns me into a bear the next morning. I am off-again with cooking. Same with cleaning.
The other day Leah looked at my sad face and said, "What's
wrong?" It really struck me- I believe it was the first time as a
mother that a child of mine has been so aware of my feelings, and
genuinely wanted to know how I was feeling. At times I really feel the pressure of having three sets of eyes watching my every move. My heart sinks when I see one of my kids mimic a behavior that they learned from me that I already hate about myself (door slamming, anyone?) But still, I am looking forward to the future (graduation! Disney cruise!) , learning from the past (see above door-slamming note), and trying desperately to squeeze the sweetness out of every day.
