claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
if my blog program let me adjust font size, i would make my letters as big as possible to write BAD as a description of this morning…i was stopped in my tracks when micah said, “you are so grumpy it’s like you’re not even alive.” i agree and i will not forget that statement…so we got a snack, went swimming, snuggled up with lunch and bambi…and things are a little better (if i could make the letters smaller, i would make little as little as possible…).
in the mix this morning was a toothbrush in the toilet,
mud being thrown in my coffee cup (and then laughter from the thrower),
toothpaste on the mirror (more laughter),
more wallpaper remains on the floor (which i know needs to happen),
the dog really wanting to play with the kids as fellow puppies,
two broken fiesta plates,
and then eliza coming out with little “blankies.”
i knew that this meant she was in the study
digging through the shelves of fabric.
i chose not to go in there, but to take a picture
of pudgy hands holding a rainbow
of fabric turned blankies for her babies…