I have been quiet around here. My blog is gathering a little dust. I have been busy with holiday preparations. I have been wondering about what I could possibly write in the wake of last Friday’s tragic event. Nothing seems important enough to spend time blogging about. I don’t want to be insensitive. I feel that others have said much more eloquently than I what they feel…and what should be done.
I hope to be more bloggy soon…but in the meantime, here are a few tidbits that have made me and Hubz smile over the past few days…and we can all agree that smiles are very needed right now.
-Tate was not feeling well on Friday night. He came up to me, handed me his pj’s and said, “I put these on and you rub my back, okay?”. He put his pj’s on (by himself!), and then I rubbed his back. He wanted to reciprocate. So he put his head in my lap and said, “I rub you too, Mommy.” And he did. I needed to feel the connection to him, especially that night, as I struggled with the horrid news from the day.
-Jake wanted to decorate a mug, based on a craft idea I had found on Pinterest. He carefully drew some animals in various colors. He was meticulous. When asked who he wanted to give the mug to, he decided that I should have it…because I am his mom and I like coffee. I can’t argue with that! He signed it for me and everything, for when he becomes a famous artist. Tate followed Jake’s lead, and he decorated a mug for Hubz. He drew a smiley face on it. It was precious.
-We have Alfie, our elf on the shelf. Tate was intrigued by his snowball fight (aka marshmallow fight) yesterday. He came downstairs before Hubz and me, and he actually played a snowball fight with the various action figures and Alfie. Tate created his very own pretend play, and was at it for about 15 minutes. Beautiful progress. And adorable interaction with his action figures.
-Jake is just *a little* excited about Christmas. Some of it is unadulterated excitement…and some of it is him trying to convince himself that Santa is real and true. He keeps telling his brothers stories about Santa…and he eagerly participates in our countdown every morning. Every night he wants to leave cookies out for the “big guy”…and when I remind him of the days until Christmas, he decides not to do so, as the cookies will get “hard and gross”
Oh, and another reason for my absence here??? I’m trying to find just the *right* way to thank the multitude of teachers, aides, therapists and helpers in my boys’ lives. I wrote each one (all 20 of them!) a heart-felt note. We cannot financially get them what they deserve, but at least we can tell them what they mean to our family. And writing all those notes takes time. And prepping all of their tokens of appreciation takes time, too.
I will be back soon!