In my total human flesh, I cannot stand the fact that my heart is softening towards this beast. I cannot stand the fact that I might, just a little bit, like him. This morning he rested his head on my lap and stood beside me contentedly. He's currently sprawled out on the living room floor, in front of a fire, as we read the last few chapters of Stuart Little.
So often I sit at dinner and wish I could capture the moments...what I see before my eyes, because though some days creep, I realize these chaotic suppers will soon pass
and no one will rush to the potty and sing, "glory to our God" with all their little heart while, ahem, going. So, I took advantage of that awesome wide angle lens.
We've made a tradition of eating dinner in front of the Christmas tree, and on really cold nights, we build a fire, too.
On this particular evening, we dined on salad and homemade vegetable soup. My sweet and thankful children were kind enough to tell me they did not like the soup. Mom, I apologize for every unkind word I ever uttered about your cooking.
While I made that soup, Sister made her own version. Delish, I tell you. Onion peel, celery bases, a dash of soap...mmmmm.
When soup making got boring, they played, as Little Man shouts it, "Yippee Yi Yo TEXAS - HERE I COME!!!" Huh? They take turns riding around the house on one another's backs and screaming as loud as they can, "Yippee Yi Yo TEXAS - HERE I COME!!!" and, if they're being technically correct, they have to keep one hand up in the air, "like a weal cowboy!"
Sister and I took a detour on math this week. We played Rummikub instead. We each had a board, but played as if we were on the same team. You know, helpin' a sista out.
And totally unrelated, yesterday afternoon I emptied out the upper right hand cabinets in our kitchen, wiped 'em down good, took a little sandpaper to 'em, and primed 'em. Woo hoo.
Happy Weekend, Y'all!