I have almost survived our busiest week of the year, but it’s not over yet. This evening I took my girls to meet friends at the skating rink. This was only their second time skating; it’s not something we do regularly. They had so much fun and I felt awfully proud of myself for taking them. My girls thought I was silly when I told them with great enthusiasm that it had really been a great day because: we finished our lessons, I cooked dinner and took some photographs (of yarn) AND I took them skating! Huge accomplishments.
I somehow forgot how hard it is to do anything with a baby. I don’t mean for that to sound terrible. I guess it probably sounds more ridiculous than anything that I forget what it’s like to have a baby considering I’ve done this quite a few times before. I’m like a professional baby haver with a bad case of amnesia.
Milestones this week:
Beatrix had her first softball game and she was predictably fantastic and hilarious. She sang (loudly) and danced on each base until Jonny suggested that she might be distracting the girls at bat. She wasn’t pleased with him for interrupting her.
Mabel mastered thumb-sucking, my first baby to do so. I find it exceptionally cute. She’s drooling rivers and I wonder if she might get teeth earlier than my other babies?
Jonny had a birthday. He might tell you that he’s 27, but the candles on his pie give him away.
Tomorrow Seth turns 16. He scowled when I told him tonight that I can remember his brooding three year old face, but I do. I love that little face, just a memory now. I remember walking every day through the woods next to our college apartment with him on my back. I remember studying for my weed science exam with him on my chest. I remember acting super silly to make him laugh and him staring back at me like I was a total moron. I can’t believe 16 years have gone by so quickly. Oh man. It’s so bittersweet. But mostly sweet, right? I think I’m going to grab my pint of cinnamon ice cream out of the freezer and watch Poldark now to stave off “Where did the time go?” tears.
p.s. I almost cried when I came into the kitchen to find Job “making paint.” I still haven’t gotten the purple out of the table, but his face is back to normal, so that’s good.
p.p.s. I am updating my shop on Monday! 11 a.m. EST.