The past few weeks have been a jumble of life.
All the usual: kids, house, and daily routines, kids' homework and ISAT's and CYT, juggling my family responsibilities with schoolwork and mid-terms, parent meetings, and a cat that pukes all the time.
Did I ever tell you about the time Levi was a baby and I got very sick? I had a fever of 105 for an entire week. Couldn't move my baby toe. Went to urgent care and had to get a huge antibiotic shot right in my butt cheek. That was the first time I'd ever been so sick I couldn't do anything.
One particular morning during that awful week Aaron had gotten 2-year-old Isaac and baby Levi into the tub after feeding them a messy breakfast. After bathing them, he got Levi out first and got him dressed, then came back to get Isaac. As he was toweling off Isaac, Levi crawled into the bathroom and started playing in the toilet. Aaron turned around, pulled Levi's toilet water soaked clothes back off, and stuck him back in the tub to wash him up again. As he did this, Isaac ran off naked out of the bathroom and raced back and forth from one side of the house to the other over and over. During one trip he stopped in the kitchen and peed. Then off he ran again, to the other end of the house, and back. All the while, the girls were jumping up and down on the couches, blanket capes around their necks, pretending to be Frodo and Samwise Gamgee. Just as Aaron had finished getting Levi back out of the tub, Isaac was racing back through the kitchen, slipped in his own puddle of pee, and landed with a thump, backside and head in the puddle. Now Isaac was screaming and covered in pee, as Aaron carried him at arm's length back to the tub, for yet another washing up.
I just lay in bed through all of it, cringing at each new turn of events, watching the pitiful scene and trying not to laugh as he said with eyebrows pulled into a deep frown, "PLEASE get better so I can go back to work."
Ahh, good times.
The girls all cute.
Such a Munchkin.
I put two very energetic boys to work trimming the 2'x2' square foot area of grass in our yard that actually needs mowed, using scissors.
The funny thing about this particular little spot is that it's where beans ended up spilling out of our rice & bean "sand box" last year. The beans sprouted and grew, then died of course over winter. But that patch of grass is amazing from it.
I'm thinking we'll spill beans all over the yard on purpose this year.
Levi and his friend "Mikey"
2 comments:
I'm glad you are all better but I'm glad Aaron was able to hold down the fort while you were down.
Your post made me laugh and cry! I am so thankful that your husband did that for you! You are blessed!
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