Following family tradition, Viv has developed a cold and fever on Christmas Eve. Nothing serious, just enough to dampen her spirits a bit. On second thought, maybe a fever-mellowed toddler is a Christmas blessing!
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Viv doesn’t “get” Christmas yet, but she does understand that something is in the air. She says the lights are pretty, wants to open pressies, and has stated cookie preferences.
Just like her Papa.
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Paulie surprised me yesterday with Thanksgiving “mood boards”, big prints of our last holiday in sunny Palm Springs.Me: “When did you make these?”Paul: “In my spare time”.Me: “Spare time? You’re married to me…you don’t have any spare time!” -
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Viv : “I’m unhappy.”
Me: “Why are you unhappy?”
Viv: “I want chocolate milk.”
Paulie, pouring: “Is it supposed to be lumpy?”
Uh oh.
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Kate: "I have an idea, let's get away for a weekend to a nice hotel just the two of us. We don't have to go far, just a nice hotel so we can have a little relaxation alone together".
Paul: "That's a great idea , it would be so nice to just sit and watch some tv".
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So much for Viv’s special birthday dress…she left for daycare all dolled up and returned as the true ragamuffin she is. She’s two!
I do most of my parenting, feel most like a “mom” in the early morning hours before she is awake. Packing her lunch, making her bottles, laying out her outfits with matching socks is how I start the day.
Hazy mornings in a quiet house with coffee cup and formula can. Doing my quick-step, coordinated feed-the-dog-put-the-dishes-away-write-a-note-to-daycare-pack-my-work bag-empty-the-garbage dance in the cramped kitchen…that will be what I remember. She can’t see me doing it, doesn’t know the thought put into little containers of fresh veg and homemade pasta, has no idea how important the daycare bag pacifier double check is. She’s sound asleep, all curly-headed, sweaty, puffy-cheeked baby in her toddler bed.
It’s the best time of day.
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I still have the box of imported staples (still a few staples left!) to go with my Folle…my favorite part is the face on the strike plate.
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Paulie: “You know that there are at least a dozen full grown women in Wisconsin wearing that exact same outfit today. In the same size!”
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Today’s thoughtful text from loving husband:
“Got the smell out”
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