Last week, I got to spend a couple of days doing mom duty solo while Mark was on a little business trip. People who know me well, know that I don't do the "single-mom" gig well.
I am like a child who is afraid of the dark. Every light in the house- let's be honest, every light IN or OUTSIDE of the house- is lit up like the fourth of July.
I secretly want to cram all of my kids in bed with me, just to give me some comfort,
but then I know after fifteen minutes I'd want to kick them all out so I could spread my limbs without touching anything. I swear the house makes unusual noises and shadows move differently when I'm home without Mark. It's a disease. Surely I can't be that childish. Hmm... maybe so.
Needless to say, I'm very happy to have my daddy duck back in the pond with us.
My big little lady (that's Guinnyth) has had a couple of sick spells here recently.
The last spell I treated with essential oils and I was quite proud of myself.
She struggles with respiratory stuff, so any little cold seems to turn into a full-blown mess.
She's on the mend and giving me her sassy-charm daily.
My littlest little lady spends her time getting whiplash from watching her siblings run all over the place and flashes her mis-placed, dimpled smile at whomever will give her a watchful eye.
She's a sweetie, that's for sure.
We just started purees with Julia and she is slammin' it like a champ!
Ella had a cheer clinic she danced at this past week. It was super cute to watch her get all excited and nervous to perform. She did a great job and I am so proud of her for challenging herself and stepping outside of her comfort zone. There is already talk of doing it again next year.
That's our week in 1000 words, or less.