This morning I took Zion and Israel and Layla to Goodwill with me to buy an armoire for Layla’s room with some Christmas money that she had received. I saw it the day before when I was perusing, thought diligently about it all evening, and got there on the stroke of 9 AM in hopes that no one had purchased my treasure. :) They had not, and now it’s mine to go pick up.
While we were there, the boys of course wanted to go look at the toys, and I agreed. Israel immediately wanted to buy a red truck he found and a big yellow water gun to give to his best bud, Jeremiah, who is having a birthday “in six more days”, according to a most serious Israel. I also agreed to this, and then caught sight of a little firetruck riding car that was just what I had been looking for in Layla’s size, but instead of $30, it was $1.50. Happy sigh. She happily rode her car through the store, up to the cash register, and out into the parking lot to the minivan.
Layla is sitting on the rug beside me quietly and diligently messing with the snaps on the shirt that she had on before her bath.
She is turning the fabric over and folding it up over and over again, with her little legs crossed in front of her, and has been doing so for about 15-20 minutes, with the utmost concentration and only a bit of chatter now and again. I think that she is trying to snap the “snipper-snappers”, as I call them to her. Actually, I usually say, “Let’s get your snipper-snappers, Mrs. Mappers!” (I used to say the same thing to her brothers, but I called them MR. Mappers instead.) She likes to cooperate and talk about her snipper-snappers when I do that.
Israel, Zion, and Layla all have some hacking/coughing/snotting bug that had Israel up in the middle of the night vomiting after coughing. I kept him home from school today so he doesn’t have to pass it on to anyone else.
I have been on a rip-snortin’ tear decorating this house since we got back from Christmas, partially fueled, I believe, by the fact that, although Layla is 21 months old, for the first time in 9 years, I AM NOT ALSO PREGNANT. Gives one much more energy and motivation, it does, to not be growing another human being whilst chasing after multiple little anklebiters at the same time. Pictures are getting hung, bathroom hardware put up, shelving installed. It’s all very delightful, four years after moving into this house.
I’m feeling exhausted and achy tonight after getting up four billion times last night with the young coughing whipper-snappers (can I just say that cold-mist vaporizers are LIFE SAVERS), and am lying here quite comfortably on the couch by the pellet stove (which is off due to the crazily warm weather we are having) listening to the wind roaring outside, and eating rice krispy bars with great relish.
Earlier, I was so cranky and crabby that I went and clambered into a hot whirlpool bath before supper, surrounding myself with yummy smelling pina colada candles. For supper I fixed the ultra quick and easy Cheese Tortellini soup that contains chicken broth, frozen cheese tortellini, and frozen brussels sprouts. The boys LOVE this soup, and as they were getting up to the table, Gabe said, with a disbelieving tone, “Did you know that some kids don’t like brussels sprouts??!?” He shook his head over the incongruity of such a thing. ”I LOVE brussels sprouts!! And some kids don’t like broccoli either!! I LOVE broccoli!” Israel heartily agreed with these sentiments, and I thought that perhaps they were two oddities in the child world.
Later, at the table, Zion, who was seated next to me, gregariously informed me that he didn’t USE to like “these” (the aforementioned sprouts), but now he does. I “Oh!”-ed and “Well, that’s good!”-ed, and then watched him out of the corner of my eye as he bravely popped the entire sprout into his mouth and began to chew with a slightly disconcerted look. He chewed and chewed and….chewed…and…slowed…and then a look of great distaste came over his face and he not-so-discreetly opened his mouth and dropped the whole shebang on the floor beneath his chair. I would say that would be a much more normal child-reaction to “sprouts”, myself.. ;) They’re an acquired taste, I think.
One thing that always makes me grin about Zion is how widely he opens his mouth to take bites of food. Here he is by the window enjoying a noodle snack the other day.
I just liked this combo of boy and sunlight and yellow and plant and found it aesthetically pleasing.
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