So I have about 15 other things I need to be doing right now:
work email, cleaning up the weekend's mess in the kitchen, putting the dinner dishes away, folding the load of laundry next to me, looking at Disney pictures, etc. but I want to write about how proud I am of Eddie.
This first picture is of kids enjoying a special lollypop treat after J got her H1N1 shot (Eddie got his earlier in the week and didn't get a lollypop then). They are watching their current favorite show on-line, Jungle Junction.
We had a bit of a rough weekend and I was really dreading today. Eddie got 2 staples in his head thanks to some direct door corner to head contact courtsey of an in my hindsight overzealous arm tug from mom yanking a mis-behaving son out of the closet. That's all I can say about it as I think I will need therapy to get past this. Then Sunday I twisted my ankle badly enough that Den took the kids through their gymnastics class today (doctor said it was fine for Ed). It's only a little swollen and throbbing after a full day (my ankle that is). For as graceful as I was in ballet and my own gymnastics classes as a child, I don't understand how I've become such a klutz and make such sudden movements, something Eddie has inherited from me. I do feel like we've spent a disproportionate amount of time in the ER for having such young kids and it really bothers me. Enough said.
So after gymnastics class where I stood in the balcony area with all the other parents (Ed is in a non-parents class and Josie is in the parent/child class), palms sweating as I watched Eddie so closely he actually looked right up at me a couple times and smiled. I even called out a couple times as if I could prevent him from doing something or make him move so I could see him from all the way across the gym. But he wanted to take the class, the doctor said it was okay and the teacher was informed of his limitations--no head contact in the form of somersaults--my limit, not the doctor's.
We got home and put Josie to bed. When I went up to get her from her nap, Eddie decided he wanted a snack of cereal. I got him the cereal from the cabinet and while I was upstairs he got them each a bowl. He got her a pink one he thought she'd really like. He got both kinds of milk out, took off the lids and set them on their green table. And in case we don't think they pay attention to our practices at home, when he used up all the cereal, he put the empty bag in the trash, smooshed down the box and put it in the recycle bin and took down the brand new box of cereal. He then opened the box but was thwarted by the bag and came running upstairs to Josie and me just as we were coming down.
Might not seem like much, but my heart just about burst. This after he happily shared the remains of his preschool lunch with Josie on the way to gymnastics class. Course the later part could be more about not grooving on his lunch...but he did eat it alongside her. While they were waiting for daddy to show for gymnastics class, they were so loving to each other, Josie sitting on Eddie's lap and hugging each other, it was just so sweet. What a nice Monday to have after such a horrific weekend.
And here they are eating said cereal (of course with marshmellows, as that's the reason they want the cereal). Jelly was on a good sale today...
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