From G in the back row of the car:"My mouth is kind of hurting Mommy. I think it's my teeth, they are getting ready to fall out. Maybe when I'm five I'll get my big teeth. Maybe not big teeth. I think I'll just get medium ones, Mommy." Unfortch we are not anywhere near losing our teeth, despite being green with envy over Cousin Anna's lack of chompers.
From Paige upon being asked the best part of her day tonight on her pillow: "Um, I can't say, Mommy. It's just the whole day was so good, I don't want it to end. Make it not end, Mommy." I do not control time, I said sympathetically and I let her call Nana and Grandad to let them know she loved the day. By the way, the best part of Graham's day was the ball Paige and Nana brought for him. He had to eek that one out because otherwise it was a not-so-good-very-bad day.
Graham has a fever and looking back he was acting puny when he went to school; I thought it was just back-to-school-post-winter-break jitters, but it was that puny pale cuddly boy thing I should have recognized. At school, he must have been moody on the playground because I received a very court-reporter-esque note from the playground director that he had disallowed boys to enter the "fort" so one boy poked him in the eye and Graham was "upset for the rest of the day" Oh. oh. Graham, I think you asked for it, little buddy. Then you got a little more than you deserved. ;(
A little Motrin, a lot of cuddles. Some homecooked chicken and fresh cinnamon rolls on the couch. His drink out of a sip cup. All these treats soon propped him up and he asked, "Mommy, do I have to keep watching tv? Well, heck no Buddy. So we built a sports car out of the Tinkertoys from Santa and I stroked his extra warm, salty soft boy head with my hands. He was a puddle again by dinner time and barely ate -- a surefire sign that Graham isn't himself. We watched Rachael Ray while in the bubble bath.
Paige and Graham picked up on all her quirks and called them out.
"Mommy she says fantastic a lot" noted Paige.
"Mommy she said kiddos and woah baby, she must have children" was Grahams best hit.
Evie was in the fabric of all these goings on, just under my nose, and tonight as I nursed her to sleep I felt like I was grasping fistsful of sand.
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We had a good day with Paige. She was delighted of course to go shopping with Nana at Walgreens. She picked out something for herself and then was thoughtful enough to find something for 'my brother' and something for Evie.
Sorry GB is off-color and hope he bounces back rapidamente.
What a lovely post Steph. Poor Graham, sounds like Luke though, he has been really poorly for a few days now, off his food, sniffly, running a fever. Spent the last three days curled up on the couch watching tv (yawn). One positive thing though, I do get to cuddle him more than usual without him telling me to "gettoff mummy, I'm a big boy now". No you're not Lukey you're still my baby. Hope Graham feels better soon. XX
Paige was simply lovely yesterday! Especially when she said as we were driving home, "I really enjoyed being with you, Nana and Grandad!" So sweet!!! A real treat to have her to ourselves for the day.
And yes, she was very thoughtful of her siblings as we roamed the drug store waiting for grandad's perscription to be filled.
Sorry little Grahamie is still feverish - hope he's well soon.
Love, Nana - the enfamous wagon passenger in black!
Ah, poor Graham. Hope he's up to his usual ebollient self soon.
Love your metaphor of "fistfuls of sand."
Very nice, wistful post.
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