Jen over at Conversion Dairy hosts Seven Quick Takes. Here's an update on our life.
1. For concerned friends who have become alarmed at the endless series of unfortunate events coming our way, I am happy to report that there is absolutely nothing to report. No cell phones either submerged or baked. No fever or stomach issues. The most eventful moment of the week came when I stumbled upon a rubber worm while dusting.
2. Lest anyone worry that I waste my limited free time dusting, believe me, this is a rare occurrence.
We have an awesome set of rocket and airplane launchers. I mean, these babies fly. I keep them out of John's hot little hands because he launched one into the kitchen ceiling and left a dent. I worry for Ainsley's forehead. Yesterday I pulled them out of their hiding place high atop the armoire. The dust must have been half an inch thick. Hence the dusting. Hence the worm.
3. Painting proceeds without incident (other than proving my point that there is no such animal as One Coat Coverage and even two is dicey).
4. Ainsley is turning into quite the chatterbox. Her vocab includes: Mama, Dada, John John, Jesus, bye bye, baby, night night, cookie, baba (for banana), brudder, and cheese. Her first sentence: Dere's a brudder!
5. John had another meltdown but this one, thankfully, took place in the privacy of our home. He glared at me and in his meanest toddler voice said, "I'm not giving you twenty hugs today, Mama!" If looks could kill . . .
6. John is out of the trundle and into his own bed. John and Ainsley are both sleeping soundly enough that they are no longer waking each other up. This, people, is huge.
7. Wednesday was a rare day when I had nothing to do and nowhere to go. John, Ainsley, and I spent the day reading and playing. We colored Buzz Lightyear pages. We read The Pirate Dirty Joe. We cut out stuff just for the fun of cutting out stuff. John and Ainsley played with the castle. It was a joyful insight into why I choose to stay home with my kids. We were blessed with a full day to simply be.
Ordinary time - nothing special, and yet so very special.