Man, am I glad Monday is over!
Yesterday was a DOOZY! I actually woke up feelin' pretty peppy, kind of like, C'mon Monday, watcha got, watcha got? Never taunt a Monday. Never.
About five minutes into my strut, Charlie puked on me. Let's just say that the day was a steady down-hill wedgie from that point on. Thankfully, I found a bag of chocolates leftover from Christmas buried in the corner of the pantry, (good things come to those who are willing to dig) the ones I skillfully hid during my last tour of the Whole30. That, and a funny little list of child-friendly cursers sure came in handy for medicating my splitting nerves.
Of course nothing says stick it, Monday like cooking with wine, (supper preparations began promptly at 2:00 p.m.) and Julia Child's Beef Bourgingion did not disappoint! With three cups of wine in the sauce
Even though we have a mad case of the pukes and sniffles in this house, I don't want you to think we're all down and out around here. There's always something to smile about, something to be thankful for, like this little fella:
Can you believe he's seven months already??His recent hobbies include buffing up with the plank position which moves smoothly into a lightening speed crawl across the living room. He keeps his toned yet cuddly physique extra squishy with plentiful helpings of rice cereal and milk.
No need for a pacifier, the bottom lip will due.Fifty-two times yesterday the boys noticed that Joseph needed his nose wiped, and they gently and thoughtfully tended to his sniffles.
Ben is very camera shy, like his mama, so I had to sneak around the corner with my phone to snap these pics of him changing Joey's pj's. He's always asking if he can help with Joseph, and is such a natural when it comes to caring for him.
What makes a 7 year old think of such things? He had no idea how his kindness flooded my heart with joy.
Beneath all the grit and grime, the rough and tough of boys there is a real sensitivity, and genuine desire to care for others, more so than I often give them credit for.
Although the days at home with the boys teaching school and keeping the house in one piece can sometimes be long and arduous, the very thing that keeps me from being completely overwhelmed is their love, and the beautiful relationships that are growing within that love. What a gift to have a front row seat to it all.