Out of the Mouths of Babes 2011
Me: No. He doesn't have a booboo.
Lydia: (walks over and scratches him on the arm) I scratched him. He needs a band-aid.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Slack
What a week we are having. On Thursday Lydia comes down with some kind of stomach bug. YUCK! Naturally she passes this to me and Asher. :o( TRIPLE YUCK! This is the worst kind of sick. It makes me long for the days of early pregnancy when stomach woes could be solved with ginger-ale and crackers. *Nods sympathetically to all the ladies with whom that did not work.* Five days later and Lydia is still sick but thankfully noticeably improved. Two sick babies and a sick Mommy. Let me tell you.....My husband is a ROCK STAR!
Saturday night he is up all night with the kids while I am a useless lump in the bed (or bathroom). Sunday, we all skip church and he is at our every beck and call. Problem. He is the director of the Christmas play and it's the day of the play. He arranges child care for two sick babes so I can continue to rue the day I ever let my children around other children. He makes it to that afternoons rehearsal after driving all over creation to pick up and drop off all the necessary peoples. He finds people to pick up my slack at the play in getting the kids in costume and being an extra 'babysitter' and of course keeping an eye on our own children.
Monday he continues to do the brunt of the parenting. I am a slightly less useless lump. The children are, sadly, still sick. He is exhausted. I pray that his immune system is tuff. In a couple of days were are hopefully headed to GA for Christmas. Hopefully.
Anyway, I said all that to say...I Love My Husband!
What a week we are having. On Thursday Lydia comes down with some kind of stomach bug. YUCK! Naturally she passes this to me and Asher. :o( TRIPLE YUCK! This is the worst kind of sick. It makes me long for the days of early pregnancy when stomach woes could be solved with ginger-ale and crackers. *Nods sympathetically to all the ladies with whom that did not work.* Five days later and Lydia is still sick but thankfully noticeably improved. Two sick babies and a sick Mommy. Let me tell you.....My husband is a ROCK STAR!
Saturday night he is up all night with the kids while I am a useless lump in the bed (or bathroom). Sunday, we all skip church and he is at our every beck and call. Problem. He is the director of the Christmas play and it's the day of the play. He arranges child care for two sick babes so I can continue to rue the day I ever let my children around other children. He makes it to that afternoons rehearsal after driving all over creation to pick up and drop off all the necessary peoples. He finds people to pick up my slack at the play in getting the kids in costume and being an extra 'babysitter' and of course keeping an eye on our own children.
Monday he continues to do the brunt of the parenting. I am a slightly less useless lump. The children are, sadly, still sick. He is exhausted. I pray that his immune system is tuff. In a couple of days were are hopefully headed to GA for Christmas. Hopefully.
Anyway, I said all that to say...I Love My Husband!
Friday, November 25, 2011
Precious Memories November 2011
I have come to consider Andalusia as home though I have never lived
there. It was unchanging. We moved, I moved out, my parents even moved
away. But Andalusia was where my Granny and Papa had always been. In the
house my Papa built when they were first married. The house my father
grew up in. The place where my brother and I would spend a week or two
during the summers. The place of reunions, Christmas, Thanksgiving,
Easter. But all this is changing.
My precious Granny, who is always there, is not. I have known before
those who have passed away and it was sad to see them go. But this
hurts. My heart literally aches.
I try, almost frantically, to recall memories in as much detail as
possible only to find everything in bits and pieces. Yellow mechanical
pencils, milkshakes, peas, hand soap. Everything reminds me of her. My
last birthday card from her still hangs on the fridge. There won't be
anymore. She always remembered my birthday. For 30 years.
Some memories are too fresh. The light blue casket with praying hands on
the edges. My daughter in my arms as I try not to sob. The sight of my
husband and brother behind the casket, pallbearers. Tears falling from
my father's eyes. From my brother's eyes. My cousin giving the eulogy
speaking of her just as I have always known her. Speaking what I am
feeling inside.
How different eulogies are when you know the one being eulogized.
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