Filed under: Crafting to keep the crankies away, Cricket, Ella, holidays, video
Ella woke up today and was thrilled that the Easter bunny actually came, and that he brought her SOCKS. Because for all the excesses in clothes my kids have, one thing we are always running short on is socks, especially for Ella. Tom is tall and skinny, and so far Ella is living up to his genes, though I was also the tallest person in my 4th grade class, and the shortest one by 7th grade. So much for my basketball career. Ella has the equivalent of mastiff paws on a chiwawa though, so maybe she will grow into her feet. And it turns out that socks, rolled into themselves, look a lot like eggs, so I can’t be called a complete killjoy.
The Easter bunny DID share a couple chocolate eggs from her stash, which Ella clutched in her (also large and pointy for her age) hands and declared “Chokat!”so maybe she got a few of my genes also.
The plan for today is pretty lazy - Tom has to work all day, and then when he finally gets home, we are heading over to the inlaws to hide eggs and eat. Ella and I are trashing the house with art projects, and cursing the fact that my camera was in the car when Tom left this morning. I’m also trying to edit a bunch of the videos we’ve taken lately, though it’s slow going. Here is a tiny window into life around here:
What, two videos in a row?! Well, this one is a two-for-one deal, because not only do you get to see Alice sucking her thumb (*melty love*) but you also get to hear Ella in the background crying because it has been a hard poop week ya’ll. Literally. Fiber gummy bears, popcorn, prune cake, prune juice, Miralax, mineral oil, a thousand baths, a million hours of sitting on the potty, and what have we got? One lousy turd, and it hurt enough that getting any more out of there is going to be a fight. Locked up like Fort Knox. A crying, wailing Fort Knox, who is also sick (like the rest of us) and running a fever, so any fluid we are getting in her is probably not getting to the poo.It’s been a real fun house, let me tell ya.
Luckily Tom is sick (wait, I’m not a jerk, keep reading) and is at home with us, otherwise I think I would have shipped myself off to Abu Dhabi already. I am paranoid that Alice is going to catch our cold (fever, cough, headache, stuffy head) but hopefully I’m pumping her full of antibodies and she comes through unscathed.
I hope I am better by Friday Saturday (thanks Angela, I have one more day to get better!), because the only Spokane showing of The Business of Bring Born is that night, and I will be pissed if I have to stay home. There will a bunch of pregnant mamas though, so if I am feeling at all sick I won’t go, but I really, really want to see it as a community, not just me at home with my Netflix. There are not many events in our little conservative town that all of us hippie-birthing mamas can rally around, so I don’t want to miss out on this one.
Alright, I am off to mix mineral oil with ice cream and try to convince Ella that pushing is good. I feel like a poop midwife, or Bobby Brown. Awesome.
