What we've been doing:
Someone graduated from preschool and had another celebration at Cabelas/taxidermy heaven.
Here are the proud parents of the prodigy.
Here is the prodigy telling dad that he is not allowed to sing along with her song.
Lets see,
Someone rode their scooter down the stairs...
and just as his face was beginning to heal...
he encountered the wrath of his older sister and acquired a new set of bruises and scratches.
For the past 18 months, nap time for my 2 youngest has unfortunately not signaled the onset of some much needed restful relaxation for me; instead it is the green light of Armageddon at the Griffiths' house. I have taken those 2 hours to try to teach my oldest how to do chores, but if you have been peeking through my window you may have thought that I was performing an exorcism of sorts. Without fail, for a year and a half, Norah would thrash, scream, whine, gnash, roll, foam, and simply not accomplish a thing. But, I am delighted to say, that we have rounded a corner. Maybe it is the new home, maybe it is the Cabelas graduation, maybe it's my mommy dearest routine, I don't know. What I do know is that she now makes her bed every morning, loads her dishes in the dishwasher, picks up toys, and even washes the lower cabinets of my kitchen.
Her example has even influenced our notoriously non-compliant child.
As long as I make a game of it, Lulu will pick up toys, crayons, and puzzle pieces. That's right, I'm a regular Mary Poppins, minus the magic and the sugar (which really means I'm even more fabulous).
I don't talk about Brad that much. My husband appreciates his anonymity and shies from adulation. He is one of the least pretentious people I know and I suppose this was a big reason I fell in love with him.
It is not unnecessary flattery to say that he is a hard worker and an incredible father. Even though he works very long hours and has a number of passions that he would love to pursue, his family always comes first. I am grateful to be the recipient of the fruits of such a good man. I love you Brad.
As for me, I like to eat cookies.
When I am done with my chores, or not, I eat them
here,
here,
and here while having deep conversations with myself that are soon to be forgotten, but I do remember that they are deep.
We are in a predicament though, we have no name for our unborn daughter. We could use some help. Please leave me a name or two that you would use if you could, were you having a daughter (and if you are don't leave it or else I may steal it). If we choose your name, I'll let you come over and have a deep conversation with me, or I'll send you an awesome gift, your choice.
Thanks.
