Evan wears this outfit and it’s surreal because I thought Ryan was SO big at this age. And I still think Evan is tiny. Even though he recognizes Let It Go within the first 8 notes and tries to sing along. Even though he holds up the right number of fingers (well, finger) when you ask how old he is. Even though he throws tantrums when someone suggests another child get a turn. I still see him as a baby. And in retrospect, wasn’t Ry at this age, too, with those tired eyes and all the drool?
A few thoughts while boys nap on a rainy Friday afternoon:
- We really need to entertain more often. Last weekend was Ryan’s birthday party, meaning the whole house was clean at once. Keeping it clean during the week has been relatively easy and it makes me so happy.
- I have a pretty bad cough and cold and catch myself kissing my boys, or letting Evan take a drink from my water, all day everyday. In those moments, I think of all the parents in west Africa and the tragedy is must be be to feel yourself getting sick with ebola, know your days with your children may be numbered, and that you need to stay far away from them and cut off any physical contact. Heart breaking.
- I’m feeling pretty self-righteous about the fact that I worked from home this week so as not to spread my cold. It’s not ebola, but I’m still annoyed that people come to work sick and get others - and their children - sick. I’ve decided that coming to work sick (when you work in a flexible environment that allows telecommuting) is the new not vaccinating your children. Ok, maybe not that bad, but still! Oh, and get the flu shot, people!
- On a lighter note, my gray hairs have multiplied and my days of rocking my natural hair color are over. Cut and color scheduled for next week and I’m SO nervous. And not excited about needing to go in regularly from now on.
- Is it dinner time yet?