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04 Mar Posted by in Blog | Comments Off on Awful
Great. I’m rubbing off on my kids. I try so hard to say positive things to my kids so that they won’t have a negative image of themselves. In order to do this, I also try really hard not to say, “I’m fat, I’m ugly, I feel so huge, blah, blah, blah.” I don’t want them to say the same things. Apparently, there is something I haven’t erased that Anjali somehow picked up. I tied an apron around her to help with baking the other day. She didn’t like how I did it, so she said, nice and slow, and with my perfect inflection, “It looks awful!” It was so exactly like I’ve said about my own attire on my post-pregnancy body that Dovy and I burst into laughter. She sounded exactly like me! And now I’m working to be even more positive. *Grumble, grumble.*

This week, Dovy and I took the kids out on dates. I took Anjali to a Concert Choir Cereal Party (we ate cereal and watched Tangled,) and Dovy took Elli (and sleeping Link) to the mall, where they got shakes and made a Build-A-Bear. It’s actually a stuffed dog that has a recording of Elli’s voice saying, “I love you, Mommy.” Should I say that when we got home, Anjali told me she wanted to go with Daddy next time? Thanks, hon.

Today, I have been very grateful. I have a dear friend whose son is in the hospital, getting a round of tests completed. They do not know what is wrong with him now, but they know something is seriously wrong. My heart has been very heavy and saddened for her, and I’ve been praying so fervently that all will be well. It made me think deeply about my own children and my sweet husband. Anything can happen to anyone at anytime, and I’m resolving here and now to to concern myself more with the little things, for the hugs, the kisses, the innocence, the light in their eyes. I hope my friend finds peace and that all is well with her little angel. I don’t know how she’s doing it. Love you, dear friend.

I found Elli in the kitchen with this.
Jet-Dry and the dishwasher.
She was trying to be helpful.
I used a baster to get the liquid back
into the bottle.

Daddy and his son

(Notice my shirt, Grandpa?)

We went to the library and checked out
numerous If You Give and Fancy Nancy books.
We have read the same six books over and over again
since then. Which is fine, because I know the girls
are starting to get a real love affair with literature.

I went to get Link up from a nap and found him with
his little bum in the air.
Always touches my tender heart to
see my baby boy sleeping.
Collective “aww,” please.
Thank you.

We bought a jumper for Link!
The thing is super stiff so he can’t jump much,
but he sure loves hanging there and being a part
of the hustle and bustle.
And it helps him sit up, which he’s been trying to do for a while.

So, I finally decided to sit down and make pre-prepared
bags of my homemade waffle and pancake mixes.
I don’t ever use a box and it’s cheaper to use
my own homemade stuff. So, I made ten bags,
five of my whole-wheat pancakes,
another five of my whole-grain waffles,
and stuck them in a container.
Seeing them all lined up in there just made me happy.

I have a cat… um, dog.
She loves sitting on the windowsill in the sunshine.