It’s interesting to me how quickly we become accustomed to a routine and how out of sorts we get when, for whatever reason, we’re thrown off of it.
I have been working on a huge project at work that has meant long (loooong) hours at work and lots of overtime work from home. I’m not complaining about the work – it’s part of the job now and then – but it has thrown my mommy mojo off and I am having a hard time finding it now that the work has slowed down again. Laundry added up, dinners were hastily thrown together (or picked up), piles of this and that appeared and, let’s face it, existing piles grew even bigger. Thank goodness for a husband who isn’t afraid of the dryer but things still fall behind.
And I didn’t see my boys much for a few days. From Thursday at bedtime to Monday morning I saw Oliver all of ten minutes and not much more of Emery. Thank goodness for grandparents that love to have a certain toddler overnight, to give Brian a break, but I missed them. At least I got a couple of sweet phone calls from my little guy so I could hear about his cheese sandwich and his sweet “I wuv you too, Mommy!”.
I realized today that my ‘January’ folder for pictures is empty – another reason I’ve been quiet on the blog. I just haven’t found the time lately to get the camera out. But I’m hoping that changes and we all find some nice quality time this weekend full of fun activities and photo ops.
For now, here are a few pics I pulled off the camera. They’re a couple of weeks old but I didn’t want to miss them.
Oliver loves play-doh. Aside from the tools in the couple of sets he has (thanks Colleen!), he asks me to “flap” (flatten) them so he can make different shapes and tracks with all sorts of things – some of his cars and trains (that make different tire tracks), cookie cutters, kitchen utensils, etc. He likes to experiment.
Later that day, after playing with the play-doh for the tenth time, I realized he had become quiet while I was puttering around. This is what I found:
Daddy’s boot filled to the brim with cars and play-doh.
Oliver discovered his breath on the window that morning too, while watching Daddy plow the driveway.
A few days later, near bedtime, Oliver started piling things on this tote in the kitchen. He piled and piled while I cleaned up from supper – boots, cars, trucks, shoes, dish towels, even a bag of potatoes. He methodically laid each thing on with a grunt or a “they-ah”. When he was done he said, “Look, Mommy! I made a statue!” with a very puffed up chest so of course mommy made a big deal of it.
There have been a couple of statues since. It’s a pain in the butt to clean up but they’re works of art to him so I can’t say no.
I had to leave him alone for a few minutes tonight to put Emery to bed, which was fine because he was starting a new statue that would keep him busy for a few minutes. I came out to the smell of ground cloves and curry powder in the air – he had dumped some out on the tote and floor. It was a mess.
But despite the smell of cloves wafting around us, story time seemed especially sweet after missing him for so many days. I wasn’t complaining. Definitely worth the cleanup time.