I just got back from a date with my husband. Dinner and a bookstore–does it get any better than that? B&N was freezing though–I should have known. It was 90 degrees outside and 40 degrees inside. I curled up in a comfy chair and skimmed fun books. It would have been perfect if I hadn’t had goosebumps. I almost pulled my legs up inside my shirt. Almost.
Tomorrow morning we’re meeting some out-of-town extended family at the zoo. It’s supposed to be a scorcher. We have to be back by 12:00 to get Livi on the bus though, so we’ll be inside before the temp hits triple digits.(hopefully)
I had a lovely parenting moment this afternoon. Livi’s kindergarten teacher requested Ava to be in her class next year, and the kdg teachers are all doing home visits with next year’s students. So, the sweet fabulous teacher shows up and Ava runs and hides beside my desk. I had to drag her out. “Ow! You’re hurting me!” she yells. “Stop hurting me, and I’ll go!” (the humiliation is just beginning.)
She sat on my lap on the living room floor the entire 15 (20?) minutes with her head buried in my chest. She wouldn’t say a word. Hair covering her eyes, fingers in her mouth (I threatened her not to suck her thumb.) Wouldn’t answer the teacher’s questions, nodded maybe once, started sucking her thumb toward the end.
Ouch. My pride took a hit. (not the first time though, so I wasn’t shocked or anything) Is it too late to send Ava to preschool before August? When the teacher left, I about burst into tears and tried my best not to take my frustration out on Ava.
When we got back from our date, I just loved on her a lot. She hasn’t been an “easy” one to parent, but I love her with every ounce of me. And she can be an absolute joy when she wants to be. (I don’t want to hear any comments about how she’s exactly like her mother–bite your tongues!) God has big dreams for my little Ava–and my little Livi and Nina, too.
Speaking of Nina, I don’t know who came in my house when I wasn’t looking and switched out my baby for a little girl, but this is a bit much. All in the past week, she has turned into a person. She’s walking all over the place, talking up a storm, following directions, obeying (and pushing limits!), voicing her opinion (loudly!), demanding that hundreds of books be read to her each day. I know I’ve been through all this before, but man!
My mom leaves tomorrow evening. It’s been so wonderful having her here to play with the girls so I can get some writing done. They have played (and I am NOT exaggerating) hundreds of games of Guess Who, Connect Four, Dominoes, Pictionary, Uno and Dots. She loves to play games and read to them–and they eat it up. I love you, Mom. Thanks soooooo much!
That’s all for now. I have 52 mom surveys and 9 from the not-yet-moms. Keep ’em coming! (I’ll be asking some follow-up questions on my blog soon.) Did I mention your answers are SWELL?
Have a great Wednesday!