Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Some things from today...

I found an apple in my washer this morning. A whole apple. Or rather, the remains of a whole apple. It was rather... beat up. I took out all the clean, wet laundry and there was this apple rolling around in the bottom of the empty washer. As I wondered at it, I suddenly remembered an incident several days ago...

A clatter of the hamper lid, a thud, a wail from Jamie, "Aaaaapppuh!!"

At the time I'd simply stored it in the back of my mind as more pressing things claimed my attention, but now I stared at the ball of mush at the bottom of the washer and remembered.

The big kids wanted to play without Jamie this morning, so I brought him into the kitchen with me to make muffins. James is a very...er...enthusiastic Kitchen Helper. Afterwards I had to mop batter off the floor, counter, walls...etc....

We're swimming. Every time Jamie launches himself from the side, straight into the deep end, and swims to the steps (arms pressed back against his side, legs propeller-ing-- merman-like), head breaching the surface riiight before I jump in to rescue him, chest heaving, lungs sucking for air, grinning cheekily at worried mama and then racing off to the other side to do it again... it takes ten years off my life.

Jamie peed on me this morning and I haven't changed my pants yet, because it seems to be shaping up to be the kind of day where I probably will get peed on again before lunch.

They tell me that some day I will miss all this...


4 comments:

Crystal Graydon said...

Lisi, you are quite a super woman--seriously! I don't know how you manage to keep up with the lively boy that Jamie is. You are quite the Mother. :)

Jennifer said...

They say the the youngest child keeps the parents young, but in your case, I'm thinking possibly, it's the opposite;)

Herb of Grace said...

Aw, Crystal, you're so sweet to say so, but really! I'm not. The only way I survive is the grace of God. Jamie is definitely a challenge and the child that sends me to my knees the most. Metaphorically, spiritually speaking. I can only imagine the horrors that would unfold if I took the time to literally pray on my knees-- especially, God forbid, with my BACK to him!

Jenny, I believe you're right ;)

Jenn and Casey said...

You're gonna miss this ;)