One of the things that I’m thankful about regarding Sarah is that she is always willing to snuggle and have “couch time” with mom. In order to have couch time you need:
- a blanket or two
- a cat
- a good tv show
- ice cream
At the end of a busy day, this is bliss.
She brushed my hair and made it pretty. I brushed her hair and she, as usual, made complaints. Her hair has gotten quite long and at 7 years old she’s not very good at taking care of it or keeping it brushed. She ends up with tangles and this week, pine pitch. I’m thinking about having it trimmed about five inches to make it more manageable. In fact, this might be a nice outing for us on this cold rainy and snowy day.
Good natured Seth, on a Costco trip.
The black cats we adopted at Christmas time have bonded to yours truly. They adore me, however, at the sound of footsteps, or doors opening, or unexpected movements, they bolt. But their purrs are loud and one of them is faithful to curl up on the couch next to me each night. Unfortunately I cannot tell them apart. I usually have to ask the children, “Who is this?”
Amanda came over yesterday with her son Weston and her friend’s daughter Julia. Sarah had a girl to play with and they wasted no time in doing all they could in two hours. It was absolutely adorable.
We talked a mile a minute and made plans and went for a walk with the girlies.
It’s been cold and I’ve been pouting in the house, having the children do chicken chores. Two days passed, “no eggs mom” they say cheerfully. So after Amanda left I trudged to the coop and found 2 dozen. Hello? I don’t get it.
They sure are pretty. One of my favorite antique store purchases in the last year has been this old feed scoop. It was the only thing I could grab to put the eggs in yesterday. . .
I made the children egg sandwiches for dinner last night and used up 7 of them.
We had a fire all day and Seth made a hot dog before bed. He only took one bite before giving it to David, who practically ate the whole thing in one bite. (little brother/big brother). Seth is suffering because he had an expander and habit breaker put in the roof of his mouth this week. He can’t talk and can’t eat and secretly I want to take him right back and have it removed. But they say it’s for the best and he will get used to it.
Aren’t burning pinecones lovely? Mom told me the Indians used them as fire starters so Sarah went down with a bag to gather them on a dry day (which is how she got pine pitch in her hair).
David felt dizzy during the day so I let him drink a Gatorade (reserved for sports practices and meets) and when he was done he threw that in the fire, too, causing me to lecture loudly. Next thing I found was a metal pipe. I saw it just as I threw another armful of logs on the fire and David was offended and said “My pipe!”. “Get the pipe out of the house and stop throwing things on the fire!” He amuses me and terrifies me.
At the end of the day and just before couch time with Sarah, David and Seth and I put our feet up on the hearth and chatted and laughed about things together.
It’s been a lonely week without my husband, but having the children home on spring break has made it much better. He comes home tonight and I found myself putting make up on at 8:00 this morning.