This is my time capsule of these first, fleeting days as a family of five.
Maybe next year, there will be a slow, romantic dinner, perhaps a getaway? But, this kind of thing, it’s the substance of our days. It’s the bulk of our story. It’s real life, messy, crazy, and oh so, beautiful.
I’m in the laundry room. My son had grabbed a dinosaur pajama top and was trying to wear it as pants. It was inside out and in frustration, he kept saying, where did the dinosaurs go? His sister needed her grey tutu, because you can’t twirl without one, silly. MOM,(in her most serious way of saying mom) where is my tutu? The baby started crying. My husband was cleaning the kitchen, which is one of my love languages. I’m standing there half dressed in my own pajamas. A missing tutu. Disappearing dinosaurs. Crying baby. Everyone needs me. I don’t move. We catch each other’s eyes and shrug. Let’s run away, I don’t say it out loud, because it wouldn’t be heard over the noise, but I think our eyes understood. And then, action. It’s in the laundry basket. Those aren’t pants! Pick up baby.
These days are basically an ebb and flow of thinking either what have we done or we’re living the dream. Sometimes it’s damage control. Sometimes it’s magic.
on homeschool and fostering an environment of learning.
I walked into the kitchen where he was pointing to a word on the wall, that he recognized from his reading lessons. I walked into the kitchen and there he was, mama, this is the word IS.
And when he said, let’s see if there are any other words I know.
And when I peeked in during naptime, to find her tracing the letters on her library books with her fingers.