A beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon it is, with few clouds to speak of. Daddy is asleep on the couch, Eden is playing quietly with the train set and Lars is still down for a nap. I've got my feet up, babysitting Sir Topham Hatt until it's time for him to go to work in Eden's train yard, smelling the ham that's baking in the oven. Sounds picture perfect, doesn't it? I'm sure something is about to happen.
Eden, my now 4 1/2 year old, is beginning to have quite an inquiring mind. She asked daddy what a habitat was today. She asked me if something Lars was doing yesterday was a habit and, if so, was it a bad habit. She wants to know why God made the grass go 'doormat' in the winter time and why babies can drink only milk and not be hungry for chicken. She even admitted to me, "Mommy, you were right. I was wrong. Putting mashed potatoes on my graham crackers IS yucky."
She also wanted to know if I would tell her "a little bit before time" when the pager is about to go off and I will have to leave for an emergency. I told her I'm just preparing her for mother-hood. You never get warnings when your son is about to dump milk on the floor or choke on a bottle top or throw a rock at the dog or your daughter is going to wet her pants or draw with crayon on the flat screen TV before covering it was scotch tape. It's all just life's lessons, I say.
Lars did not have speech therapy this week, b/c there was no school on Friday. He is really starting to put words together more regularly, though. In church this morning, he couldn't help but tell me in the one volume he has (LOUD), "I see Daddy. I hear Daddy. I want Daddy!" Thank God he's got one, that's all I can say. He's also very aware of noises outside, like the helicopter coming and going, the numerous trains that run through, a loud truck going by, the dog barking or kids playing nearby. He's able to say in words what he hears instead of screaming and pointing to the window.
Had friends from our last congregation come and visit Friday and Saturday. They were visiting their Grandma in SB and we used it as an excuse to get together, have supper and catch up. Eden was so excited for Tyler to come, she should hardly stand it. Thankfully, they played together nicely and enjoyed each others company the whole time with minimal fighting. It was nice for the moms to have playmates for the kids, too!
The rest of the week was fairly easy going. I cleaned up the house a bit, made curtains for the guest room and picked up in there, took a few naps with the kids, tried a new recipe, and contemplated locating some of the infant stuff. We're all just kind of waiting for spring to come, yet enjoying the last bits of snow that fall for the kids. They both love any excuse to put snow pants on.
Took a walk last night and got a tour of the progress at the new Baptist church down the block, then on the way back, missed the Census lady by a hair at our house, which was nice. I'd much rather return the envelope in the mail then stand at the door in the cold with a stranger. Call my crazy.
Looking forward to a couple hockey games this week. If they're all like today's game, though, I might have to start by taking some Tums before the puck drop!~
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