Our internet was knocked out in a thunderstorm Sunday morning and has finally been restored this afternoon. I kind of enjoyed the forced break. It left me lots of time for reading, knitting and general wackiness around here. Now today, there’s so much that could be written to play catch-up, but at the same time it feels like there’s nothing in particular to say.
Kind of like of friend of mine around here who always asks, "what’s new?" every time we meet. And I always answer: "not much". Yet lots is new. Life brings something new each day.
Elizabeth has discovered the joys of rolling over much to her mother’s frustration. She has FINALLY settled down for a nap this afternoon after me coming in to her crib many times to flip her back over. I’m sure she thinks it’s quite entertaining.
Emma is suffering through swimmer’s ear…which makes perfect sense because she’s probably in the pool three times a day. I remember earaches and how even just tucking the hair behind your ear is painful. Poor baby.
And Mary, well, let’s just say Mary is three. That probably says enough. She is my non-stop talker, energy-depleter and yet I could still eat her up (most of the time). But, we may have had a breakthrough in the car yesterday: "MOM!! I just realized I can still breathe when I’m not talking!!" phew.