A zillion little things make up all that is Life. All we can hope for is that the number of
good wonderful small things is greater than the number of bad downright shitty things.
I’ve thought a lot about the small things this week, trying to stick Post-Its to my brain to remember them. Of course I want to remember them years from now, but I also need help remembering them on the days when Downright Shitty seems to be more prominent.
Lately, I’ve noticed:
Eleanor is obsessed with her little pointer fingers. I call them pointer fingers rather than index fingers because she uses them to point – not at things, per se, but … maybe I should call them her pusher or poker fingers. She uses them to poke at screw heads, at buttons she isn’t quite strong enough to fully push, at her bottle nipple while she drinks, at me as she nurses, at the crumb on her tray, at a hand that’s asking for a high five. Those fingers are so tiny, yet they’re so precise.
Toby discovers by licking. If something looks interesting, he sticks out his tongue to test it. He doesn’t extend his tongue and lick with the tip, though, he sticks it out flat – probably for maximum taste-testing. Cabinet? Lick. Floor threshold? Lick. Puppy’s nose? Lick. That’s right, he licked a puppy’s nose. I almost keeled over from copious amounts of swooning.
Callista looks a lot like me. There’s no denying we share DNA, but it shocked the crap out of me to see her suck her thumb just like I did, rub her index finger along her nose, along the eyelashes of her right eye and then grip the satin edge of her blanket with her fingers, rubbing while she sucked. I thought this was a technique of comfort I had mastered on my own. Apparently, it was written into my DNA.
The way Eleanor dances; the way Toby curls into me and wiggles his toes against my legs while he’s breastfeeding; the way Callista spins in circles while she sits – a zillion little things that make up our crazy days, changing day to day, week to week.
How am I going to remember them all?
The "balance beams" were the highlight of our hike. Rob said, "I guess we need a balance beam in the backyard, huh?"
Whew! So I'm NOT a shitty mother because I fantasize about joining the YMCA for $80/month & a potential 2 hours a day of included childcare. Reading this was suck a relief!
I'm going to try to get in a few pages while co-piloting our mini road trip to Crowder's Mountain State Park today. Thanks for the rec, @lauracase! #amreading #westillread #wsrbooksof2014
Elsa in watercolor. Callista said she painted Elsa's hands blue because she's wearing her gloves still. ☺️
I need to get out of the dollar spot.
New Dollar Spot find!
until I tried to take a cuddling photo.
I got some quality post-nap cuddles today ...
One of my favorite ETC apps of all time - Letter School. Toby has gotten to Level 2, so the completed (shaded) letters now show what he actually drew. Proud mama!
Checkup day! ETC have been similarly sized & consistently staggered since their start, so I'm not sure why numbers like these are a surprise each time. Eleanor leapfrogged past Toby (she's not the peanut anymore!), though T did make a move up the WHO char
Kids & cats - what is it about cramming into tiny boxes? Meow!
Vomit. One victim, two occurrences, & ETC’s well check is in the morning. Ha!
I've done it! I've spent an obscene amount of money at Starbucks this year! ✨☕️
Callista, Toby, Eleanor! I'm impressed with those who were right! #tbt #triplets
Three years & a lifetime ago. I know who's who - do you? #tbt #triplets
Seasoned ground beef + shredded cheese + crescent rolls = homemade hot pockets. I sometimes come up with good ideas.
Quick blanket/yogurt break. It's sunny, but it isn't exactly warm! Don't tell ETC that. They're in denial - shivers & all! "Mom, this is FUN!!!!"