Thursday, February 24, 2011


All day today I have been thinking in Spanish.


Translated as Success!

I felt great today!

And that made me so happy.

Especially since yesterday the kids were going crazy.

Both were climbing all over me and screaming at the same time.  While I was on the phone.

It was lovely.

I realized they had cabin fever.  They needed to get out.

So we got out today.

We were going to go to the mall and play in the little play area.

But a royal tantrum vetoed that idea.

We were going to go to the park and play, but when we got there, it was closed for the winter.  Who closes a park?  I felt betrayed.  I felt like a bit of a lier.  Fortunately Keith had fallen asleep and Faye was taking her shoes and socks off, so she was very happy.

We ended up driving around for an hour and a half, waiting for Jeffrey to be able to take lunch with us.  Sonic Happy Hour was certainly played in there for me.  But the kids promptly swiped my cup and enjoyed themselves in the back seat.

It was nice.

As I was getting ready for bed, Keith suddenly started sobbing from his room.  The nice thing, he just wanted to cuddle with his Daddy.  So Keithy and Daddy are cuddled up on the couch while I type this watching The Cosby Show.
I hope Keith remembers this when he is older.  The cuddling and kissing, and the incredible love we have for him.  And I hope I can always remember the little body snuggled up to me.  The little arms and legs wrapped around my neck and waist.  I love the little tear filled eyes, and the rosy cheeks.  And even the snorting stuffy nose.  I love it.

I know that this season of life can be hard.  Sometimes I just want to have the kids grown up so Jeffrey and I can experience married life without kids.  Yes, Keith was a honeymoon baby.  But at the same time, I cherish the moments.  The sick neediness.  The tired neediness.  The laughter.  When Keith makes Faye laugh and she nearly falls over from giggling so hard.  I love the cuddling and story reading.  The cooking they do while I am cooking dinner.  That they want to stay around us all the time.  I love everything about those sweet kids and I know I am going to blink and they are going to be gone.

So though it is hard for me to see them sick, I cherish it.  Even the tantrums.  Even the poo in the tub.  Even the puking.  I love every second with them.  They are perfect.   Yay for sick time and extra mothering time for me.

And now, I just have one thing to say.


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