Today when I woke up, I knew I wanted to update my blog. It is one of my New Year's Resolutions...I want to be a blogger. I started this blog about 4 years ago and I have blogged 5 times. It has been over 2 years since I have blogged and A LOT has changed. 2 years ago I had 2 kids. Now, I have 5. 2 years ago coffee was a treat. Now, coffee is a necessity. 2 years ago I thought a trip to the grocery store was a process. Now, a trip to the grocery store consists of 2 carts lots, of food and formula, and many helpers. 2 years ago I thought I loved my husband A LOT...Now I see that my love and respect for him continues to grow and grow and grow! Our journey in parenting feels like kind of a mix of a circus, a roller coaster ride,a school, a coffee shop, a bakery, and a hotel, etc.
When I woke up this morning I heard baby girl(BG) making noises so I got out of bed to check on her. I saw that the sun was shining and thought, "It's going to be a great Friday". I go to walk out of my room and our 6 yr old (who loves trucks...so we'll call him Big Truck, or BT) came up to me to give me a big hug and to tell me that he loved me. awww... Then, all of a sudden I felt my foot being grabbed by a bag that was on the floor. It entangled me and propelled me forward. I'm still holding on to BT and I tried to move him out of my way. I'm sure shrieks of horror were coming out of my mouth. As I move BT out of my way I realize inertia has set in(an object in motion stays in motion until something stops it). I was the object, and the something that was about to stop me was my seven year old(Moose). I grabbed him and we danced around in what probably looked like some wild animal dance and I fell. I knew I was about to land on him, so I leaned him to the left and took the blow to my right hand. I just stayed on the ground in a pile of laughing and crying. I realized I was ok, and I got up. Moose had a minor injury to his mouth from moving him out of the way. Then I hear my hubby telling my 8 yr old (D) not to laugh. He said he wasn't and that he knew it wasn't funny. Then taking my almost 2 yr old(Monkey) up to play time, I bent down to look for something under his train table and realized, I also have a skinned knee.
I'm telling this story:
1)because it includes every member of my family
2)because it consists of me being vulnerable...which is another New Year's Resolution
3)I guess it's pretty funny because when I called J, he had just finished telling his boss:)
1 comment:
I loved that story :) Stuff like that happens to me almost daily! I didn't know you homeschooled, we do to and I love it. Good luck with your blogging adventure, I'll be following along :)
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