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what’s new

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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.

For example:
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.

P1010069

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.

For example:
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.

24 comments on “what’s new”

  1. That last line is really funny. I sometimes think my six year can’t function without asking endless questions that she usually already knows the answers for. Maybe she’s testing me to make sure I’m not stupid.

  2. ha! i have a constant-talker as well. whew.(and have you tried equal parts vinegar + rubbing alcohol to make ear drops? it always worked for my swimmer’s ear).

  3. I have a big talker, too (unless we’re in public). I’m surprised they don’t have hoarse voices all the time!

    I love the hair spikes! They have to try what my sister and I used to do: you put your head in the water upside down, so all the hair goes to the front, then you lay the hair back on your head in a roll. Instant George Washington wig!

  4. I laughed out loud at this scenario. Oh how the punks would go green with envy! (Am I dating myself?) My kids loved it. We have many similar shots (except of course, your bathroom looks a lot cleaner than ours did!) Glad you enjoyed your unexpected break, but gladder still that you’re back.

  5. I remember the flipping. First because they hated being on their stomach as much as they enjoyed getting there. Then later, flipping them because they liked sleeping on their belly but weren’t supposed to be. I gave the second flip up rather quickly.

  6. When DD(age6) came home from school at the end of this year, she brought home her News Books. the books that they wrote in abut their home and what was happening. They were encouraged to use their own spellings and vocabulary…one of DD’s entries read..”My mumma loves me very much. Sometimes this is hard for her because i have vurbul dieahreeah. I was born with it” HA! die-ah-ree-ah! DH and I laughed until we cried, and my ribs still hurt thinking about it! It doesn’t look like its going to stop anytime soon either!

  7. I love that picture! Mary’s commentary is really great! It’s a good thing you to wrote it down, this is one of the precious things to remember!

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