We had a nice but busy weekend around here. A friend of ours is visiting us along with her beautiful little baby. As I prepared her room, I thought about how nice it would be to have another woman in the house- practically like college! (Through our years at the boys' home and having boys myself, I have grown used to feeling outnumbered.) Then I truly considered the situation: 5 kids under seven, both of us breastfeeding, crashing into bed at 10:30, up around 6:00 a.m.- this is NOTHING like college. But it is still very fun to have her here.
We watched Tangled tonight. Have I mentioned how much I like that movie? It's been a long time since I've cried at a movie- and I mean a LONG time. (I didn't even cry when I read the Hunger Games- is that weird? My neighbor thinks so.) But for some reason, when Rapunzel and Flynn are sitting in the boat and the lights are floating around, I always tear up. I don't know why. It's such a sweet moment.
Speaking of crying, I have an idea for a bumper sticker:
No use crying over spilled milk, unless it's breast milk-
then feel free to curse.
Just kidding about that, but the sentiment rings true.
Last week I was in the kitchen when I felt a little hand give my hand a tug. I turned around to find Tae, our little neighbor boy.I was surprised, not because he doesn't often walk into our house but because I hadn't even heard him. "Do you have a bathroom upstairs?" he asked. I replied that we did but that he could just use the one off the kitchen like usual. "But my sister is in there!" Who knew? Apparently he did, I guess.
Well, just two minutes left on my oven timer. I hope your week is a like a tidal wave of butter on your counter top- warm, comforting, a bit messy, but not so bad that you can't sit back and laugh at yourself a little.
Good night, world.