So I’ve been waking early each day with the baby. He is ready to get up at 5:35 everyday. And I mean ready as I stretch out each possible minute before I go in and get him. If you asked me at 5:36 if this was a stressful way to start each day I would surely announce YES. (I might also follow that with a sarcastic retort—I am very good at those.)
Once I’ve had a good cup of tea and an egg and I’m dressed and my make up is on and the fires are stoked and the chickens are fed and the children have been dropped at school and the kitchen is clean after the breakfast rush then I might tell you it is a relief to wake early and get the day going.
This past week was marked by the splendor of Valentine’s Day. My kids were very excited about the hoopla. Henry had a party at school where the kids made snack bags with cereal and tasty bits. He ended up with a nasty bug. (Norovirus?) He was so shocked by his illness. In his world his life is full of exciting things around every corner. He didn’t like vomiting. He did good making it into a plastic bowl for the first one but then accidentally wacked the bowl over on the ottoman. It managed to go in every tuft and crevice. Is that TMI? It was pretty gross.
That same night Sam took an elbow to the eye during a basketball game. That’s all—no fighting or wrestling a bucking bronco. But he looks like a cool dude.
It is windy and snowy today. How is it where you are?