Sunday, January 29, 2012
Apparently today was “fort day” in our household. The boys spent hours building forts out of blankets, pillows, mattresses, cribs, tables, bins, etc. Our home was torn apart as the 2 and 3 year old ran frantic around gathering the best materials to build “castles” “towers” “tents” “houses” and “forts”. Tonight I had my first request from Mr. 1st born to sleep in his fort.
I told him when he was strong enough to lift a mattress by himself, then he would be old enough to sleep under one.
I felt like a real mom!
A first attempt
A different approach...Success!!
… Until a sister tried to join…
Saturday, January 28, 2012
We have Packer Fever in our home. Yes. I’m aware that the Green Bay Packers season is over. Well aware. That doesn’t mean anything to the boys however. After months of weekly Packer games, now anything with a football is the “packers.” Anything with the colors green and yellow is also “Packers.” Our kitchen sponge happens to be these colors, so Joey refers to it as the “packer sponge.”
Friday, January 27, 2012
Tonight after all the kids were in bed, (No. Not asleep- in bed), I vacuumed our living room. It’s this habit of mine. I do this on a pretty regular basis. It does not take very long. One of the assets of living in such a tiny place is that I can plug my vacuum into one outlet and reach the entire home. There are many reasons I do this in the evening- We do have a large very hairy dog- and a crawling toddler who puts EVERYTHING in her mouth. The boys do constantly wrestle and smush each other’s faces into the carpet. We do drop food, drinks, markers and everything else onto the carpet on a daily basis…
And although on some evenings I vacuum strictly to pick up the day’s dirt-- I think the real reason is because the best feeling I ever had as a little kid, was going to sleep while I heard the vacuum cleaner running downstairs. It was so safe this idea of being tightly packed in bed, stuffed animals all around, ready for dreams, feeling as if I was headed off to someplace, while knowing that someone was staying behind taking care of things. It was the same feeling as waking up to the noise of someone putzing around in the kitchen. As if the whole time I was gone someone had been waiting for me to return. To say welcome back good morning. Eat this peanut butter toast with banana on it. You have a test today. Your brain needs food. And here is your fork and here is my kiss. And here is your assurance of the stability of the universe. Please use your napkin. Please push in your chair.
And I don’t believe that my kids feel the exact same way that I did, but I can’t quite convince myself that they don’t at all. Forget about table manners -and I am under no illusion that I can offer them complete stability in life. But I do my best- So here is a goodnight kiss. And as you go to sleep- I am here outside your door. And when you wake up- here is a vacuumed living room floor.
I knew that in Sunday school the boys were learning about the wedding feast where Jesus performed his first miracle. When I picked them up I noticed their red mustaches and asked, "Oh- did you guys drink some red juice?" "No." said Joey. "Just wine. Lots and lots of wine."