We put up our tree this weekend. It was fun to let Blitzen pick it out and take the lead on decorating. She has her own little assortment of ornaments now. We all enjoyed admiring and talking about what each ornament means and where it came from.
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Bedtime story time
A kid who loves to eat fish and vegetables and fruit
Hugs and snuggles
A magnificent partner that loves and supports me and Blitzen even in the most trying of moments
A very long weekend and many many other things. I look forward to carving out some quiet time to be reflect and be grateful.
Blitzen really likes foot massages. Who doesn’t? But from early days, it was one of the soothing techniques that we employed and now, it is just part of our evening routine. After bath and pjs, Blitzen puts lotion on and then I give her a foot rub. And she is positively gleeful.
Last night, mid-massage, Blitzen said, “Carrie, after you finish my feet, could you please massage my heart?” And I said, a little bit confused, “Um, honey, I don’t think I can reach your heart.” Thinking does she want me to massage her chest and will someone call ACS ’cause that just seems weird. She started to giggle and laugh, gave me a big moon-y eyed look and said, “Just reach deep down into my soul and massage my heart.” Then we both just dissolved into hysterical laughter.
It is impossible not to love this kid.
As you can see, a theme has emerged in wood shop this semester.
Now I have to get creative and think about how to make something like this work for 2 adults and one 10 year old. Sure we be nice if we could find our way back to being kind, patient and generous with one another instead of fighting all the time. I am ready for our current streak of cranky meanness to come to an end.
oh thank goodness. a peaceful evening.
A couple of days ago, I got really sick. Terrible tummy trouble, high fever – really not good. Blitzen came home (her lovely babysitter agreed to stay late so that I could sleep and throw up in peace because Andrew had a class) and Blitzen sweetly brought me a bottle of ginger ale, asked how I was feeling, asked if I had thrown up, asked how many times, did I have a fever, etc. After carefully assessing the situation, she then got really mad at me because I had come home early from work and one time, when she threw up in the afternoon, I made her go to school the next day. Yet more evidence that I get to do whatever I want in this life and what I want most is to torture Blitzen.
The next morning, Blitzen said that she had a stomach ache. I was still sick and while I was fairly certain that Blitzen’s symptoms were not quite severe enough to miss school, I told her that she could stay home with me but that we were going to stay in bed all day because if we were sick enough to miss school and work, we were too sick to play.
Blitzen considered this carefully and then said, “Well, I really don’t feel good but I am not used to missing school, Carrie, so I should go.” Andrew and I aren’t sure if it was the threat of a boring day laying around with sick me or the thought of being out of her routine that convinced her to go but you’ll glad to hear that she was feeling fully recovered by the time they arrived at school.