This morning I made the kids blueberry pancakes for breakfast.
Something about that makes me feel like some kind of domestic goddess.
Why is that? A lot of moms make that kind of breakfast for their brood
every day, right? But still it fills me with a big sense of
accomplishment. 2 eprops for me, as Rob would say. Another way of
I did something yesterday that I have never done before, not on purpose
anyway. I took the kids to the playground. I was meeting some other
moms there and I actually bundled my 3 year old, my 20 month old, and
my 5 month old into the car, with the double stroller, diaper bag, some
hand sewing to do while I sat on the bench, sippy cups, etc… into the
car and headed up there. I have always shuddered at the thought of
taking the kids to a playground. Even trying to keep track of Miriam
and Jireh on my mother in law’s backyard jungle gym while 6 months plus
pregnant with Soren was a challenge. It’s definitely just as much work
for me to watch them as it is for them to climb the monkey bars. I feel
like I have to have 2 extra sets of eyes or something, not to mention
beaming capability. How do you keep track of 2 different kids in a
playground filled with other kids? I’m still not sure whether dressing
them alike was a good thing or a bad thing. On the one hand, I know
which kids are mine. But on the other hand, how do I know if I’m
missing one, when they are in constant motion?
Here are some pictures from their excursion.
Jireh’s very serious about fun.
Plain tuckered out