It is wicked cold out here. I haven’t seen this kind of cold in a verrrrryyyy long time. Uh, it was windchill -25 today at about 8 am. We didn’t go anywhere, partly due to the cold, and partly ’cause A is coming down with something. The child who will not sit still took a 2 hour nap this morning. Because he wanted to. If it was something we had suggested, it never would have happened. So it was quiet this morning, and when he got up, it was still peaceful. J took a long nap in the afternoon. So what did I do with all this newfound time? I scrapbooked for the first time in weeks. Did 13 pages today. Holy heck, no idea how I did that! And I feel great. Wonderful. Content. Amazing how that works. A bit of time to myself (oh, and a great workout), and I’m a new woman. Tom has been sitting here all day planning our anniversary trip this summer to Disney World. Looking forward to that. We haven’t had a vacation together (that didn’t involve going to see family) since we got married. It’s time, and no, we’re not taking the boys.
Once A got up, he had a bit of lunch. Some chicken soup, a clementine, and a Tagalong cookie at the end if he ate it all. He farted around, ate a little bit of soup, drank a little juice, and was off to play. The food sat there all afternoon. He came to me mid-afternoon and asked if he could eat his cookie. I looked at him and thought, “Poor little guy, I’ll let him have the cookie ’cause he doesn’t feel good, his poor ears hurt so bad…” so I said he could eat it. And he said, “But I haven’t eaten my lunch.” I told him he could have the cookie if he ate the clementine. And he looked at me incredulously and said, “But Mommy, I have to eat all of my lunch!” and went into the kitchen, sat down and ate cold soup with a warm clementine so he could have his cookie. Tom and I just stared at each other with our mouths hanging open. Apparently aliens came and exchanged tempermental A with pleasant A while he slept. Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but a little warning would have been nice. My psyche can’t handle that kind of whiplash.
He and J are truly the best of friends. When A was curled up our bed this morning crying about his ears, J went into his room, got a blanket, and brought it back to A. So sweet. And then, tonight after dinner, they played chase back and forth, laughing and giggling and being sweet and silly. I am such a lucky woman. I live with three incredible guys, all of whom think I am wonderful. LOL As crazy as the boys make me, especially A, I can’t imagine my life without them.
Tomorrow it’s supposed to still be wicked cold. We have to go out, or at least I do, for groceries and a Costco run…don’t dare run out of diapers. But then, I’m hoping for another peaceful day, full of giggles and sweetness…and another 13+ scrapbook pages done.