Happy Mother's Day .... to me (mwahaha). If you can't tell, I had an excellent Mother's Day, well more like weekend, and I want to recap before the reality that Mother's day isn't everyday sinks in a little too deeply (I've changed 4 poop filled diapers today and mopped the floors, made all three beds by myself, taken care/fed/clothed three kids by myself, pile of dishes, cleaned windows and mirrors in boys room... boys bathroom, etc etc etc (the monotony of everyday motherhood). Anyways, my very nice, much needed, weekend break:
Saturday I took Raya and just had a "girl's day" -- I know she's only 7 months old but it was really nice just having to worry about one child, and having a bit of quiet. So we went out to eat, went to Hastings and bought:
There's something about Spring and poetry that mix so well. I'm excited to revisit some poetry and to read Harold Bloom's insights, I've always enjoyed his criticism. If anyone would like to read this with me I would enjoy some discussion :)
Then we went to Lawson Garden to read and look at the last of the tulips. Then we went to Ace and bought some hardware for my kitchen cabinets. I know, I'm that cool.
So, nice relaxing Saturday without worrying about preparing food or cleaning up after anyone... Jeff took care of everyone, he put up the hardware for the cabinets, I got a nap, and he made dinner, and homemade strawberry ice cream.
Sunday, I wake up to find a stack of presents, flowers, a book my boys "wrote" (Jeff dictated), and strawberry crepes. Life is good. My favorite line from my boys' book is "They really like how she cleans the kitchen," -- ah, so true. My stack of presents ended up being a Wii, wii fit plus, sports resort, and a pink wii controller. Umm.. Jeff definitely surprised me this year!
The rest of the day: a picnic lunch, I took another nap, and Jeff made a delicious homemade vegetable beef soup.
It was such a nice weekend and nice to get an extra big hug at the end of the day from my family saying they love and appreciate me :)
As I have stated before, Levi really wants to be potty trained and I really don't want to do it ... so Levi has taken matters into his own hands and has found a new mentor.
I always dread taking a shower after Jeff leaves -- I always come out to one of the kids crying. Well today I didn't have a choice, Jeff's been attending a conference this weekend and I've been sick; there was no way I was taking a shower at 7:00 am today. Anyways, I shower while Raya's taking a nap leaving my boys to play.. I come out of the shower relieved to hear no one crying, however, relief is quickly diminished at the sight of a buck naked Levi and Seth cheering with their arms above their heads, "Levi pooped! Levi pooped!" Apparently Seth is now potty training Levi. My whole body just wants to scream "UGHHHHH," at the thought of a poop smeared Levi and bathroom... but I'm pretty proud of myself and before going ballistic calmly walk with my thrilled boys to the bathroom. Levi didn't poop (I'm actually really glad) but he did pee... and I watched in amazement as Seth coached Levi back onto the toilet to show me how he did it. Still even more amazement when Levi peed in the toilet (again) and more amazement following as Seth reminds him to close the lid and flush and then wash his hands. Sometimes, (well always) but sometimes, I REALLY love Seth, hopefully he can potty train Raya too.
Right before bed Seth needed to use the bathroom (#2) which made Levi really excited to try and poop. Even though Levi was really successful this morning, and even though Raya was already asleep, I really had no excuse not too, I was still... "Levi, can't you just go in your diaper?" Levi walks quickly to my bathroom, and confidently states, "No, I'm going to make green!" (green poop). Oh man, I have a feeling that this blog will be smeared with bathroom humor for a while.
One more thought, and no it's not about poop, and not really that funny.
Irony. irony, irony, irony. Last night I almost convinced myself that I would have another child, regardless of Jeff's opinion. I revealed how crazy I am and that I already have names picked out... and ok, you need to know that I really like complex poetry, not saying that this is complex -- anyways... for my girl it would be Sage Lauren Ritter. Got the four letter first name down, but the kicker was the initials SLR, Seth Levi Raya, I know genius right? She would be the capstone of our family -- well I left knitting group... ahem.. at 12:00 am (sorry Kelli! I felt bad the next day thinking of you getting up at 6:00am). The next day... or really 5 hours later I am soooo sick. Like I thought I might need to go to the ER sick, and then a flood of pregnancy memories come back to me while I am sick, and then I remember this is what I feel like when I'm pregnant, this is why Jeff doesn't want me to be pregnant, and he was right -- I do forget everything after the baby is born! Anyways, I'm siding with Jeff. I think I'll call if Heavenly inspiration, I'm good with three.
Can I just make another note, so the entire Friday I am extremely nauseous and it pains me to move, and I took like a four hour nap. I am out of commission for the day. GREAT BALLS OF FIRE -- my house falls apart when I am not there to maintain it, all day today I've been trying to put things back in place, just from one day! crazy.
