Sunday, Sunday, why can’t you be a little bit longer than all of the other days…
1. Sarah Elizabeth normally has a 2 hour nap. Like clockwork, she asks to lay down at the same time every day and 2 hours later she wakes up. When she wakes up she’ll talk to herself for a little bit. Play with her teddy bear. And look through her books. Every single day. But yesterday as the two hour mark came and went, I didn’t hear her on the monitor like her normal routine. I went up to her room to check on her and left the lights off just in case she was still sleeping. Still dark, I heard her let out a little giggle and then a loud thud on the floor. It was dark so I couldn’t see what she threw, but learned pretty quickly. There, in the dark I stepped on it. She’s newly potty training and takes her diaper off at least 3 times a day. Except this time it was filled with poop. And I stepped right in it. In my bare feet. And for the record, yes it did squish through my toes. And yes Sarah Elizabeth laughed at me. (The grossly bad).
2. Rachel has been telling us for the last 6 months that she wants to be a doctor when she grows up. She has two toy doctor kits and like set up a clinic for her stuffed animals. Taking their temperatures, giving them band-aids and giving them needles. She was fully convinced that this would be her profession without a doubt. Recently the girls stayed with their cousins for the weekend. Rachel read a book about a princess finding a man to ’sweep her off her feet’. Not fully understanding the expression, Rachel decided to analyze this in her own way. She promptly told us the next day that she no longer wants to be a doctor. But instead wants to be a princess so she can find a husband who will sweep and mop for her. Oh, Rachel. (The sweetly good).
3. The girls were playing ‘house’ the other day while I was making dinner. I was listening as they prepared their own pretend dinner. Swept the floor. Did the laundry. And cleaned the windows. Rachel explained each step to Sarah along the way, telling that these were things that mommy does. Then they pretended to take out the garbage. Cut the lawn. And clean the car. She told Sarah that these were things that daddy does. After awhile of playing Rachel noticed that I was cleaning the trap in the dishwasher and wanted to check out what I was doing. She watched me for a few minutes and then said : “I don’t think I want to be a mommy. It’s a yucky job”. Thanks Rachel. Thanks. (The sweetly good).
4. Our nanny’s baby is really sick and has been in the hospital the past week. Rachel doesn’t quite understand what this means and has been asking every single day if baby Ivy can come play with her. I’ve tried to explain what is going on and suggested that she make a card for Ivy to feel better soon. After setting her up with paper and crayons I went into the next room to get stickers and glitter (because stickers and glitter make everything better). I stopped at the doorway because I could hear Rachel talking (and no one else was in the room). Very quietly I could hear her as she was pretending to write a letter : “Dear Ivy and Baillie, I miss you. Please come back and play with us soon. Feel better and don’t stay too long at the hospital because I want to play with you. I love you. I love you. Goodbye”. I’m not going to lie, it made me cry like a little girl. (The so so sweetly good).
Sending you lots of happy and healthy thoughts, Baillie and Ivy. In the words of Rachel, we miss you.
And because photos (and glitter) make everything better, this is always one of my favourite parts of road trips.
- Brianna (photo courtesy of crummy iPhone)
by Brianna
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