Almost eighteen months later, Chris was born. The pale blue scrapbook was waiting. Less than six months later, I began working on his first scrapbook.
Now, little Jane is nearly 9 months. If you asked me about her scrapbook, I would say something like:
"Um, what is that? Could you spell that please?"
"Does that start with an 'S'?"
Tony: "Would you buy the good dishwasher detergent again?"
Me: "You mean Cascade?"
Me: "I was just trying to be environmentally friendly."
Tony: "You throw away like 20 diapers a day."
I guess I'll be adding Cascade to this week's grocery list.
Yesterday, I was encouraged that he asked to go a few times before he wet his underwear. He seemed motivated by the little pumpkin candy rewards he received.
Later in the day he ran up to me and said, "Mommy, I wet my pants. I need a pumpkin candy."
Of course, I said, "Well buddy, you need to actually go in the potty to get a candy. You can't go in your pants."
He hopefully added with a sense accomplishment, " I went in my underwear too!"
Alrighty then. It has been noted that we have our work cut out for us.
You have to break the "only-one-cup-of-juice-a-day rule."
You have to let the kids watch more than one show.
Because if drinking juice while watching a movie is what gets everyone through the rainy, cold, day with a smile on their faces, then so be it.
Those type of rules are only guidelines anyways. They aren't things that will matter in twenty, ten, or five years.
Now, my head knows these things. But, I still have this nagging guilt when we have days like this. I feel like I've failed my children because I haven't kept them otherwise occupied with age-appropriate activities.
Perhaps I'll overcome the guilt by cuddling with them as we watch a movie. Seems like a good compromise to me.
Anyways, I felt the need to do something that couldn't be undone by the end of the day. That would be why I'm writing this little post. Such is not the case with the laundry and the dishes. As soon as I think I've caught up, I turn around to find a sink full of dishes or a hamper full of laundry. I've given up on the myth of being caught up. Still, it feels good to do something that is still done come nightfall.
So, I'm using this post to share the recipe for the cookies that I'm currently baking. Tony needs to bring a dessert to work tomorrow...
This recipe makes a ton! It is super easy and though there are several batches to bake, you can easily chase babies and toddlers while the cookies bake. Older children could probably do most of this by themselves. And, the cookies are yummy. And chocolate! Need I write more?
Maybe next time I'll let him drive.
The dryer appeared to be broken. I did what first came to mind. I opened the door and shut it once more. Then, I unplugged the dryer and plugged it back in. Still nothing. So, I opened the door one more time. This time something happened.
The dryer didn't start, but a tiny piece of black plastic did fall to the ground.
It didn't look like anything important, but since you never know, I looked a bit closer at the dryer door. Sure enough, the little latch that signals that the dryer door is shut, had broken. If I stood there and pushed down what was left of the latch the dryer worked. The second I removed my finger, the dryer stopped. I'm hoping a little super glue will fix it.
Meanwhile, I feel grateful that this happened. Why?
Well, it has nothing to do with the fact that I have a valid excuse for avoiding laundry today.
You see, I could easily blame the broken part on the dryer being a somewhat old and cheaper model, but I know the truth.
The truth is that I've slammed that dryer door one too many times. Now, admittedly, today I didn't really slam it. I just shut it a bit too hard as I hurried on to my next task.
However, there have been more times than I like to admit when I've angrily slammed that door as hard as I could.
There, I said, or rather wrote it.
I have a problem with anger. Sure it probably wouldn't qualify me for any anger management classes, nor would anyone ever worry I'd hurt my children. It isn't like that.
Rather, it is the type of anger that leaves me screaming, stomping, and of course, slamming over petty little inconveniences. I guess it's rather like a good old-fashioned temper tantrum.
The dryer door had seen its fair share of slams because I thought I was being clever by attempting to hide my anger from the children. Every now and then, when I life seemed to be one annoying little thing after another, I'd simply disappear into the laundry room and work on the laundry. If distraction and prayer hadn't changed my attitude, I might slam the door.
I suppose I thought if the children didn't see me, my anger wasn't that big of a deal.
He always sees. He knows my heart even when I plaster a smile on my face or get really quiet. He knows what I'm muttering under my breath even if the children can't hear me. But He also understands!
Even better, just like I love my children too much to let them misbehave, He loves me too much to let me continue in my sin.
Today, He reminded me of that with a broken dryer.
If it takes a broken dryer to fix my broken attitude, so be it. I'm grateful.
In fact, just moments ago, I buried my face in her hair (what little there is of it) as I wiped prunes from her face.
Baby heads don't even have to be freshly washed for me to be drawn to them. Actually, the baby heads don't even have to belong to my offspring. I'm thinking all the sweet baby heads are the reason I work in the nursery at church.
Finally, what is it about those precious heads that makes already-sweet-smelling baby shampoo smell a thousand times better? I know that baby wash wouldn't smell nearly as wonderful on my head. Now that I think about it, that is probably a good thing. I'd look a little strange walking around while constantly smelling my hair.
I love having baby heads in the house!
Finally, here is a picture of what I hope will make finding the spices even easier.
I took a Sharpie and labeled the top of each container. This way, I can easily glance and find what I need. Notice I put the containers with black lids at the front. Obviously, the marker wouldn't work so well on those.
So there you have it. The laundry still isn't finished, my hair is greasy, and the kitchen floor is yucky, but my spices, oh, they are in order.