Because silliness seems to be all I’m capable of today.
Well . . . there’s the fact that my dear husband made coffee again today. While I was sleeping an extra 45 minutes, making up for the time I spent up with Ruth last night. He also made hot cereal and straightened the kitchen some. After thanking him, I said, “So should I blog about this, too?” “It wouldn’t hurt.” 
So here it is. He’s the bestest man ever. Really. I got it good.
And . . . there’s the fact that as I write this my two girls are locked in the living room–one on the couch, one wandering around aimlessly–eating whole apples and watching Sesame Street. Yep. Exactly how I pictured my mornings as a progressive stay-at-home mom back when I had only one wee one to care for. We used to have snack times. We used to only eat at the table. A toddler, especially, would never be out and about, wandering with food at random times. And eating while watching TV? Scandalous! Certainly not!
Well. There they are. Munch. Crunch. Slurp. Drip. And here I sit. Writing and drinking coffee I didn’t even have to make. Barefoot, make-up free, dirty dishes scattered about me. Nice. I am Super Mom. Hear me . . . yawn.
Ruth has been wandering around eating all morning. I’m hoping the fact that it’s all healthy food will make up for the steady stream of calories entering her little body. She already had breakfast with Ry before I got up. A banana was involved, I’m not sure what else. But then she starts helping herself to stuff. Like we have a freezer-on-the-bottom refrigerator/freezer. So she just opens that door right up. Grabbing a bag off the door, she lifts it up, looks at it: frozen blueberries. “NnnoooooO.” Sets it back down. Next bag: frozen raspberries. “Rapbeyies,” as she lifts the bag up to me. Sure, why not? I grab the bag, she grabs the bowl. Today I insist on the table because for the last week and a half she’s been eating her frozen raspberries while sitting on the little stool on the floor. But we’re civilized people, so I insist on the table. And she even insists on the spoon. Nice. I don’t know how she eats raspberries frozen. I get brain freeze just looking at her.
Now . . . couple of minutes later . . . Ruth wanders back out to the kitchen. Opens up the pantry cabinet next to the fridge. Pulls out the bottom drawer full of cans. “Hmm. NoooO. NoooO. Oo. Deans.” Picks up the can of kidney beans, hands it to me. I grab the can, she grabs the bowl. Again I insist on the table. Again she insists on the spoon. See? We are civilized.
Hannah, of course, didn’t partake in all this snacking. So, when 10:15 rolls around, she is ready for a snack. She’d like an apple. Well, then. Full-of-berries-and-beans Ruth sees the apple. She too would like an apple. So there they are: apples and Elmo. I didn’t insist on the table. And you don’t need a spoon for an apple. And civilization is highly overrated.
Now, back to my coffee. And my mess. And tomorrow I’ll be a better mom and homemaker. For afterall . . . tomorrow is another day.
And for today’s visual: Ruth in the Living Room of the Perpetual Mess.
For the record, she has lovely silver and pink with bangles dress-up shoes under that blankie dress.
Lisa!!! Oh my goodness, I’m rolling. I completely identify. I only wish Gwendolyn would eat her frozen blueberries with a spoon… she will eat her mandarin oranges with her Princess spoon, but prefer to eat blueberries with her fingers.
And raspberries. Why didn’t I think of those?
Actually, your living room really does not look bad at all. I have seen MUCH worse. Really. And you have that little cutie pie right there, so who cares about all the rest.
Comment by Elizabeth — April 21, 2009 @ 2:12 pm |
I’m glad you got a chuckle. And that I’m nnot alone.
Blueberries without a spoon. Nice. Really, the best. That’s how Isaac always ate his, too. I really appreciate the endlessly blue-black fingers.
Raspberries, apparently, ROCK! at least according to Ruth. She loves ‘em up. But she really doesn’t like blueberries at all.
And, I should have specified that it’s a pic of my living room on a *good* day. I, too, have seen MUCH worse. lol And, for this season anyway, my little cutie pies come far and long before the mess.
Comment by rylee95 — April 21, 2009 @ 3:28 pm |