This is a random blog post about nothing in particular, certainly nothing important, but things that have crossed my mind today.
First, I stayed in my pajamas all day today. It was just one of those snowy, foggy Colorado days that gives you permission to stay comfortable and if possible, sit by the fire and read. Since the last two are not possible with the two babies, I went with the first. (Also, I didn’t realize until the end of the day that not only had I worn my pj’s all day, but my shirt was on inside-out. Awesome.)
Second, Mary is now on top of the manger, and I confessed to Philip that Callie Grace may have Catholic tendencies. For my dear Catholic friends, I mean this in no negative way, just an observation.
Third, staying at home with your children is so incredibly harder than going to work. This could actually, and will one day be, the topic of it’s own blog post, but unless you’ve done both, you’ve no idea how hard it is.
Fourth, Callie is getting very creative and a little manipulative in trying to avoid naptime and bedtime, with comments like, “I snuggle with mommy on couch?”, and sending me on endless errands for one item or another that MUST be in her crib.
Fifth, Justus just figured out today how fun it is to throw his papish (pacifier. Callie calls it a papish. She might also have french tendencies) over the side of the crib and holler until mommy comes to get it, and then start giggling when I walk in his room.
Sixth, hardly anybody knows just how funny Philip is. Last night after church, we were so tired, and Philip’s in the kitchen making dinner, while I am, as usual, reading. I hear water running for awhile and then I hear Philip say, “Let’s be honest, this doesn’t really work, does it?”. I look up to see him running an unopened bottle of ketchup under hot water, trying to get the cap loose. First, I’ve never heard of doing such a thing and apparently it doesn’t work, but it was the tone of his voice that made me laugh so hard and for so long that my stomach muscles were sore today.
Seventh, because it’s almost my birthday weekend, Philip watched an entire episode of How I Met Your Mother with me. After he made me this great dinner. Seriously, I’m crazy spoiled by him, and our marriage is proof that the biblical idea of the man as the head of the household and the woman as submissive to him really, really rocks for the woman. If she has the right man, of course. (Did I just lose half my blogging audience with this one?)
Eighth, in return, and also because it’s weirdly fascinating to me, I watched an episode of The Walking Dead with him. He has bruises on his arms and told me repeatedly that none of the main characters died in this episode. By repeatedly I mean like 20 times.
Ninth, I’m just beginning to understand that when you have a conversation with someone who doesn’t have a biblical worldview and you do, you might as well be talking in another language to each other.
And finally tenth, I get to spend the entire afternoon and evening alone tomorrow with Philip, as Stephanie will have my babies tomorrow night, and I’ll have her precious almost 3 year old daughter Charleston Saturday night, which works out well, since Callie and Charlie call each other best friends.
I feel like Barney from HIMYM by saying this, but how awesome is my life?!?
After reading about the Nativity set it reminded me how Bella is obsessed with the fact that the wise men were not at the manger when Jesus was a baby. We took Bella to The Rockette’s Christmas show when she was 4 and she stood up yelling in the middle of the production when the wise men showed up at the manger scene. I quote “this is wrong, this is wrong Jesus was not a baby when the wise men came” while pointing at the stage. We were not the most popular family at the show.
I stayed home with my first two children and worked with my third and I often think about how much easier it was to work. I was horrible at maintaining a schedule with my kids at home. They were so random, I was so random, no day was ever like the last, and yet every day was exactly the same. The other troubling thing was, I was extremely lonely. Even though we attended play groups, church, ect… I never got to exist outside the”mommy” role. And so it ended up that I was lonely for… myself. Wow, that goes back to the whole identity topic doesn’t it?