Time Flies When You're Doing Ordinary Things

Hello you lovely ol' Dear Reader. So glad you stopped by. I can't believe this week is over already. It has been a blur. I think I have unrealistic expectations of what I can get done in a week's time. Sometimes just doing the daily stuff that you don't even consider "doing" anything can end up filling up your whole day. Sometimes you just have to get on the floor and tickle the baby. Sometimes you decide that reading Dr. Seuss books to the four year old who hardly ever gets read to (on his level) is more important than cleaning floors. Sometimes you fall asleep in a chair when you only sat down for a minute to make a list. Sometimes you decide to empty the dishwasher and pick the eggs from the chickens yourself and just let the kids continue to play. Sometimes you refuse to go to bed until all of the laundry is folded.

And the time just passes.
"Time keeps on slippin'
slippin'
slippin'
into the future...."
I think we've already had that one on the juke box for a while. I'm thinking we got tired of it really fast.

Do you ever eat strange combinations of food?
In the last twenty minutes I have eaten
a box of raisins,
a mini Moon Pie,
and a leaf of raw cabbage.

I've been seeing peonies everywhere lately
and I've decided that we must plant some peonies.
I want my own peonies.
That sounds like something Sweet T would say.

"I want peonies!"
Is that a good way to say that, Sweet T?
"Please may I have some peonies?"
And then of course what would follow---
"Take a picture of me with the peonies!"

My first born son has returned home.
His grandparents brought him home yesterday.
He came right in and hugged me first thing--oh the sweetness of a boy who loves his mother! Then he mentioned that he might like to go on to Indiana with his grandparents. Yeah, right. When he was homesick in the afternoon of the first day of a two day trip.....no way am I sending him off to parts unknown for an indefinite period of time.

We went to Mr. & Mrs. Popsicles' pool in the afternoon yesterday, all of us and Lloyd Dobbler's parents. I enjoyed it so much. I am beginning to feel like I have my body back (don't mistake that with having my figure back---that's a whole other thing and we are a long way from there). It's that thing where you don't realize how bad you felt or how encumbered you were until you realize how lovely and wonderful it feels to feel normal again. And I do feel normal. Which means I forget to take the stupid drugs I am supposed to be taking. But let's not even go there.

Things have just been very nice on the domestic front here lately. I have been so thankful for all the blessings surrounding me. There's this nice home full of beautiful children. Our needs are met. There's the comfortable routine imposed on us by the presence of a baby. And there's all the sweetness of having a beautiful baby. Part of me would always like to have a baby in the house.

I have enjoyed these first months with Baby J more than I ever enjoyed the early days with my other babies. Is it because I am older? Because I know that he's the caboose? Because I have finally learned to (at least a little bit) live in the moment and enjoy what is before me? Whatever it is, it does seem like a "magical" time. I don't want it to pass by without me soaking in the sweetness of it.
These Ordinary Days have the comfort and pleasure that I will remember when all of my babies are grown and gone. It's these days of peanut butter sandwiches and my mom stopping in on her lunch break and boys racing down the driveway on bikes and tricycles and someone else asking to paint their toenails----these are the precious days.
These are the good old days.