Monday brought me a feverish, snuggly baby, much like two weeks ago.
I wore him as he slept and cuddled and cuddled and slept.
I didn’t much feel like getting anything done, either.
For most of the day we walked around the [quiet] house sipping tea, looking out the windows, passing time.
Passing [quiet] time.
[Part of You Capture: Quiet [...]
Just a typical Sunday before church: my boys, checking what the best deals are at the local hardware store.
…Maybe we need some more sheet rock?
…O look! Insulation is 20% off.
…We could always use more calking.
As they say: like father, like son.
Although I have no idea where he got the pesky paper eating habit.
…how many people have been converted by having hateful things about their religion said to them.
Just sayin’.
I’m kidding. The dog didn’t die. It just feels like the kind of day I had yesterday, you know?
That was cruel, I’m sorry. I won’t do that to you again.
I want so badly to complain about the less than ordinary day that OBaby and I had yesterday, but what good is a whiny 1500 word [...]
I want to be so mad, so frustrated, so scared of this sickness that is attacking my sweet baby, but I am choosing to find reasons to be thankful.
OBaby woke up at 5:30am this morning to nurse. His body must have need the extra rest, because his first feeding is usually closer to 4:00am. When [...]
I would like to open the following can of worms:
Sibling spacing.
It is the topic of conversation around here, and there’s something of a debate in DanO and my heads and hearts right now. Every date night we have had has contained at least 20 minutes off throwing around hypotheticals. We want more, O BOY do [...]
Getting to eat my breakfast of granola with a banana on top in a quiet house while OBaby naps.
Unexpected, for-no-reason-other-than-I-love-you flowers from DanO.
Kissing my baby’s neck as he erupts in giggles.
Calling up a friend and being out to coffee with her no more than 20 minutes later.
A candy bowl filled with hugs and kisses.
Matching OBaby’s [...]
It has been painfully apparent to me lately that parenthood is rife with irony and irrational circumstances. I say painfully apparent because few words describe the night of sleep we didn’t have had Saturday better than painful.
OBaby’s Nana was with him for the evening and bedtime that night, and since we haven’t quite figured out [...]
