Me: sleeping on the floor at my parents house so Davey will sleep soundly; waking early then ditching Christmas clean up (with loads of guilt) at my mom's to protect my crew from the flu; borrowing old snow clothes to join my boys' fun in freezing temps outside; Christmas clean up; and a silent run to reflect on my relationship with God, the universe and everything.
The Husband: creating a midmorning snowmobiling adventure out of a bleak, indecisive, conflicted escape from Spork; cooking dinner for the fam while he sends me out to run off some steam; and pausing with wide eyes to realize that today was our "halfway through residency" mark.
Atrain: Deftly handling 45mph speeds behind the steering wheel of powerful snow machines, then (later) collapsing into a puddle of "it's not fair" tears when Jdog decides not to share dinosaurs. He also practiced his violin. (phew).
Jdog: Giving out his Christmas gum-balls according to recipients' favorite colors, sneakily stepping on Doodle's favorite "choo choos", and jumping on the couch and yelling expectantly, "who wants to snuggle?!" Also, he is kicking trash in our 3 day long monopoly game.
Doodle: pushing step ladders around the house, relentlessly attempting to touch the cooking griddle, spreading smiles with his brothers and spending hours admiring his dada.
All in all, there will be tears. There will be adventures. There will be cleaning. There will be exercise and reflection. There will be managers: Atrain was assigned the manager of camping with the husband; Jdog is the manager of family prayer; and Doodlebug is the manager of cuteness. It was all decided over a dinner of ham fried rice so excellently cooked by the husband.
And there will be writing. I miss exploring thoughts in words here and in my novel project. Whether here or there, words will fly into being.
2015 could be a good year. A very good year indeed.
Atrain: Deftly handling 45mph speeds behind the steering wheel of powerful snow machines, then (later) collapsing into a puddle of "it's not fair" tears when Jdog decides not to share dinosaurs. He also practiced his violin. (phew).
Jdog: Giving out his Christmas gum-balls according to recipients' favorite colors, sneakily stepping on Doodle's favorite "choo choos", and jumping on the couch and yelling expectantly, "who wants to snuggle?!" Also, he is kicking trash in our 3 day long monopoly game.
Doodle: pushing step ladders around the house, relentlessly attempting to touch the cooking griddle, spreading smiles with his brothers and spending hours admiring his dada.
All in all, there will be tears. There will be adventures. There will be cleaning. There will be exercise and reflection. There will be managers: Atrain was assigned the manager of camping with the husband; Jdog is the manager of family prayer; and Doodlebug is the manager of cuteness. It was all decided over a dinner of ham fried rice so excellently cooked by the husband.
And there will be writing. I miss exploring thoughts in words here and in my novel project. Whether here or there, words will fly into being.
2015 could be a good year. A very good year indeed.
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