This is not actually going to be a post about truly monumental things, you know, things that anyone other than myself would consider to be ground breaking. But it's my blog and I will type you to sleep if I want to.
Bernadette has been an absolute peach the last few days and I am drinking it up like cat with some spiked warm milk, it's a beautiful thing.
I got to escape last night for an evening of recollection. What is that, you ask? Pretty much exactly what it's called: almost 3 uninterrupted hours of prayer time and listening to meditations and more prayer time. It's like a mini-retreat. It was great. I almost fell asleep upwards of 32 times. It was great though.
Lucy ate her first grocery store cookie this week AND rode on the penny horse for the first time- she is living the high life, I tell you.
Then today during my precious 90 minutes alone with her we went to the store again and the deli lady handed me a free piece of cheese and I looked at her like she was insane and asked "is that for me??" She looked at me like I was equally insane and let me know that it was for the child in my cart, and I maintained my crazy glance because "why the heck would anyone give a sweet little infant a piece of cheese?!?!? Are you trying to destroy her tiny, immature digestive system?!?!" Then I looked at Lucy. Holy crap, she is NOT a little infant anymore. In 3 weeks she will be wa wa wa ONE year old and I cannot even think about it because it is just too much. Oh please Lucy stop, just stop right the heck now. So she ate her first piece of cheese and loved it with all her heart, she did not miss a crumb of it- her mother's daughter indeed.
And of course, I have started doing the clothing switch-over again and I wonder, when? Oh when will it ever stop? Never, that is when. Or when they are old and grown and then I will be so sad that they are gone that I am sure I will be begging them to come over and let me spend my boring grandmother days switching their kids' clothing from one season to the next.
I honestly just want to put an add on craig's list: "huge free lot! everything must go!" and just keep the three pink dresses that they will only ever agree to wear anyways. We'll be a modern day Ingall's family only with much more body flailing and screaming.
And now I am off to attempt an early evening to match my stupid early mornings. Have a lovely one yourself!