This has been a beautiful day. Last night I went to bed sort of pouty. I know that’s not a real word, but that’s how I felt. I felt sorry for myself. I think I was just tired because I slept like a rock.
I have to admit that my start to the day wasn’t real happy. My goal is always to get up before the kids do. This morning Owen was up at 5:30 and the sound of him tapping on the table with something is what pulled me from my slumber.
Things changed though as we all got ready to go and ate breakfast. Things just went well. Despite a few distractions and a few do overs we were out the door right on time. We arrived at the zoo at 9:02 and met up with our friends Mincy and Sarah. We had a great time walking around and even met up with another friend while watching the kids play in the playground. The weather was warm but bearable when we got there and progressed to down right hot and miserable by the time lunch rolled around. We found a place to eat, consumed our peanut butter and jelly and then headed home. The younger boys were sound asleep when we got home. I laid them down and Owen and I relaxed and cooled off for a little while.
Kris came home early from work and when Ivan woke up I let the older boys watch a movie while I worked in the kitchen and took care of Aron. I made fried ravioli and put a frozen pizza in the oven. It was yummy. Not exactly nutritionally exciting, but it was fun to eat.
Then I fed Aron and his exhausted little self. He continued to cry and rub his eyes so even though it wasn’t yet his bed time I took him upstairs and we rocked. He is normally not a rocker. He squirms and fights and plays and jabbers and is generally difficult to hold on to. Tonight he just rested, and I loved it. As a baby Owen was very easy to cuddle and rock, Ivan was a little less so, but Aron has been completely different. He usually goes to bed easily though with a little fussing when we lay him down and then quickly to sleep. Tonight it was like therapy to sit with him and just rock and sing and listen to him breathe contentedly as I rocked.
So between good sleep, good exercise, good sunshine, good company, good boys and a good rocking session…I’ve had a beautiful day.
Rocking is one of my favorite pastimes. Sometimes… just sometimes, I can convince Mackenzie or Levi to climb in the chair with me and rest a while. You are right, it is beautiful. Hope it gives them memories half as happy as it gives me.
Pouty is absolutely a real word! I say it all the time. I heard a lexicographer say once that if you love a word, that makes it real. I think that’s a twist on something A.A. Milne wrote….which makes me love it even more.
I love memories of rocking my babies too. Neither one of them were much for it, so when those moments came, I devoured them completely. It’ll always cure what ails ya.