So, crusty-eyed and sleep delirious, I started my day too early. With kids that were cranky from less-then-perfect sleep themselves, noises dripping and throats itching. Through the blurr of the frosted TV cabinet, I watched till I saw double digits on the clock on the cable box, woke up the other half, and took the boys to the pool. Best cure for some runny noises? Jumping over and over in a chlorine filed pool.
I like the variations they chose, sometimes head first, sometimes flying like a bird... my personal favorite, the spastic jump. This picture is from our honeymoon
|These little suckers came with us, so I spent the majority of the time retrieving them from the bottom of the pool. What is the fascination with these trains that torment me to no end??|
The weather was perfect. Warm but not hot, sunny but yet the sky was full of thick clouds, so no straight sun rays beamed down directly on us. Overcast and sunny.
And just like the weather, the day was one big oxy-moron. We didn't do much because I wanted the kids to rest, and I needed it too because I never escape healthy when the kids get sick. But yet, I still got a lot done today. Small errands that I was able to check off my list, lusting after my Canon Rebel that I will get someday while picking up birthday gifts and teething tablets, catching up on emails and unfinished conversations, and even managed to get the house clean at the end of the night. Well, for the most part.
I kind of forgot to mention that Fiona is getting tubes... Friday. Its hard to get worked up about a surgery after she dominated her heart surgery, laughed at her foot surgery, but its still a surgery and I should probably be taking it a little more seriously then I am. Or maybe I am just to a point that I not only believe but fully trust God knows what He's doing. Shes in his hands, and therefore I know she will always be okay. Even if I'm not okay. So surgery number 3, here we go. Prayers that it all goes smoothly. This will probably be the first of a few leading up to permanent tubes once she is bigger. All in the name of hearing, and we want princess to hear. Dying to see how her communication changes after this. Maybe mama will start to be used really for mama. Here's for hoping. And trusting.