I know it's late but it is still Friday!
We've been a little busy around our place what with trying to figure out why in the world we own every piece of Lady Anne crystal ever made. And why, despite the fact the crystal lid met it's sad end when it hit a kitchen floor six years and four locations ago, I continue to cart the crystal biscuit barrel around the country.
But I totally unpacked it and put that darn thing right up in the cabinet with the rest of the crystal I never use.
There has to be some kind of twelve step program for this.
In no way was this week as successful as I would have hoped. Oh let's face it. As I'd planned. Like on a list kind of planned.
But I'm okay with that.
Pumpkin has had a cold and, oh there's an AND, is growing some serious molars. I broke down and took her to the doctor this week, which was a task in and of itself because we are new patients and some docs won't see a baby sick before they've seen them well. I was totally planning on doing the well baby visit and interviewing of pediatricians but then I got busy. Living life.
Anyway, the pediatrician was delightful. Too bad she's not accepting new patients and the only reason we saw her is because the doc who is taking new patients had a family emergency. So now we've seen a doctor we really like but still have to do the well baby and interview thing.
Awesome.
The doctor confirmed the cold diagnosis and added the "Wow, she's growing some big teeth." Ah. That would explain the moodiness. The cold explains only the coughing in the middle of the night. Chris and I are operating on more sleep than newborn stage but far less sleep than two weeks ago. The last two nights, she's gotten up several times. She wakes up coughing and can't get back to sleep. Chris, God love him, took last night so my best guess is he got about four hours sleep. I got way more at five and a half.
But...all that is completely besides the point here. It's really just an explanation of why I'm writing at 8:30 pm and why my house is still an absolute mess. Which only I care one whip stitch about.
Let me just tell you though that I am flippin' loving the new house. Pumpkin and I have gone on a walk every night. We've been to the playground where she giggled up a storm sliding down the slide. She loves going to the backyard and sitting in our patio chairs. We talk about the trees and the leaves and the grass and the bushes. And we talk about when God made them and how much He loves us to give us such a pretty world. We push her babies on the cho-cho train inside and outside. In fact, we've been so busy playing, I've had to make it a point to read books. We just don't sit still that often!
Today we filled up some of Chris' grandmother's mason jars with candy corn. Pumpkin loved putting the pieces in the jars and then dumping it all out to start over again. We played for almost 30 minutes doing just that. I tried to get a picture of her, because she was having a blast, but every time I pulled out the camera, she moved towards me.
Thus this...
We've been a little busy around our place what with trying to figure out why in the world we own every piece of Lady Anne crystal ever made. And why, despite the fact the crystal lid met it's sad end when it hit a kitchen floor six years and four locations ago, I continue to cart the crystal biscuit barrel around the country.
But I totally unpacked it and put that darn thing right up in the cabinet with the rest of the crystal I never use.
There has to be some kind of twelve step program for this.
In no way was this week as successful as I would have hoped. Oh let's face it. As I'd planned. Like on a list kind of planned.
But I'm okay with that.
Pumpkin has had a cold and, oh there's an AND, is growing some serious molars. I broke down and took her to the doctor this week, which was a task in and of itself because we are new patients and some docs won't see a baby sick before they've seen them well. I was totally planning on doing the well baby visit and interviewing of pediatricians but then I got busy. Living life.
Anyway, the pediatrician was delightful. Too bad she's not accepting new patients and the only reason we saw her is because the doc who is taking new patients had a family emergency. So now we've seen a doctor we really like but still have to do the well baby and interview thing.
Awesome.
The doctor confirmed the cold diagnosis and added the "Wow, she's growing some big teeth." Ah. That would explain the moodiness. The cold explains only the coughing in the middle of the night. Chris and I are operating on more sleep than newborn stage but far less sleep than two weeks ago. The last two nights, she's gotten up several times. She wakes up coughing and can't get back to sleep. Chris, God love him, took last night so my best guess is he got about four hours sleep. I got way more at five and a half.
But...all that is completely besides the point here. It's really just an explanation of why I'm writing at 8:30 pm and why my house is still an absolute mess. Which only I care one whip stitch about.
Let me just tell you though that I am flippin' loving the new house. Pumpkin and I have gone on a walk every night. We've been to the playground where she giggled up a storm sliding down the slide. She loves going to the backyard and sitting in our patio chairs. We talk about the trees and the leaves and the grass and the bushes. And we talk about when God made them and how much He loves us to give us such a pretty world. We push her babies on the cho-cho train inside and outside. In fact, we've been so busy playing, I've had to make it a point to read books. We just don't sit still that often!
Today we filled up some of Chris' grandmother's mason jars with candy corn. Pumpkin loved putting the pieces in the jars and then dumping it all out to start over again. We played for almost 30 minutes doing just that. I tried to get a picture of her, because she was having a blast, but every time I pulled out the camera, she moved towards me.
Thus this...
I am so grateful for that blur. Picking her up out of the crib every morning is the best part of my day. Every day. And I tell her that frequently.
Later that day, I turned the candy corn and mason jars into our fall decorations. I love this fireplace. I love that we are blessed with a home to decorate for the fall. Not for one second do I take for granted how blessed we are. One need only turn on the TV to hear about all the people in our country struggling to keep their homes. God has been so generous to us. Chris has a job he loves. I have a part-time job I enjoy and a full-time job that pays in giggles and hugs. Blessed doesn't really cover it.
But do you see the biggest blessing of all in that fall decor photo?
It's this craft project. My daughter colored on this simple green construction paper and leaves. This is what I dreamed about. A childhood masterpiece hung on the wall. I can't wait to hang more projects in the playroom. To slowly put them in a scrapbook. And then years later, turn the pages of that scrapbook and smiling at the memories of candy corn, mason jars and baby giggles at seeing all that candy fall out of the jars.
So. Very. Grateful.
I'm so happy for you and don't you just love fall! Sweet art! In the matter of candy corn, we should be able to get that year round. Her MeMe puts candy corn and nuts together for tail gates this time of year. Yum, Yum.
ReplyDeleteLet the celebration of fall continue right up to Thanksgiving when you all can come home. ;)
Love you, Mom
How precious is she??! Priceless, I tell you...absolutely priceless!! :)
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