Today it is my (DH) turn to post an entry.
Chris needed surgery last week. The doctor put a Titanium Hemi toe-joint implant into her left foot. (Does that make my wife a " ‘Borg" ?) I took vacation this week, as Chris is basically off her feet.
Now, I pride myself in being an active, participating Dad. Baby needs a diaper change? No problem. Kids need a bath? I’m on top of it. Dishes need washed? OK. So, I figured that this week would be no problem at all. Wrong!
First, the good: Here is a nice picture of a simple breakfast I prepared for DW, to eat in bed. Nice, simple, elegant. Yum….
Lets just say I have a renewed respect for my DW. I am barely keeping up with everything, and am not even home schooling! I’m not sure exactly how she is able to fit B’s and M’s homeschooling, coop organization, K’s toddler care, family meal preparation, etc, etc. into one 24 hour day!
I guess I will stick to the basics. If the kids are alive, fed, and somewhat clean I will deem the week a success. Here is K getting a plum… funny thing is, I am not sure where she got it from. DW must have purchased them before her surgery.
One thing I really am thankful for is the Deaconess’ in our church! They are a well-oiled loving help machine! We have had 4 meals dropped off, as well as deaconesses coming over twice this week to take the kids to the park. I am really thankful for the support of our church! Way to go, ladies!
There were some home schooling moments this week. One morning, M asked me what "lavish" meant. Does it mean the same thing as "savor", he asked. I said, no – "lavish" means "a lot of good stuff", such as "He lavished his vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce". "Savor" means to take your time and enjoy something, such as "He savored his vanilla ice cream". M paused, thought, then told me "I am going to savor this lavish breakfast".
The second teachable moment was my attempt to put K down for her afternoon nap. I put her in the crib, and sitting on the floor next to it, read her some toddler books. One of them, "Daddy and Me", by Neil Ricklin, has lots of pictures of children playing with their daddies. Each page is one word, such as "playing", "jumping", "tickling", etc. All are words ending in "ing". Later, I heard K in her bed, saying "ooo-ing", "ooo-ing". I peeked around the corner of her door, to see her reading the same book to herself, repeating her own "ing" word.
I really miss B, who is at camp this week. B would have been a big help around here, especially with his little sister, K.
Anyway, I will be REALLY glad when DW is on her feet again! I think I have a renewed respect for what she does around here.
OOO, I love this post. Especially the zoom-in and zoom-out photos. That is so my life.
Blessings,
Annie