"Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes. Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes. Eyes and ears and mouth and nose. Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes."
Head: I love the thought process that goes in a child's head. I am constantly amazed at the things Addy knows and more impressive, the things she remembers. Sometimes this memory is a good thing and sometimes, not so much.
For instance, yesterday we were at the store and I told Addy to go pick out some yogurt. She quickly responded by saying (very loudly), "Oh, I take my shirt off?" giving the older woman next to us the impression that taking our clothes off in public must be a regular occasion for this family, when really she just remembered that we usually take her shirt off with yogurt because she always ends up dropping it all over herself. Or like when I told Addy I needed to go change my clothes and she asked me if I peed on myself. I can only assume she got to this conclusion because if she ever pees on herself, we change her clothes. I am just thankful that comment wasn't in public. Or all of her fun little responses that seem to be taking over our conversations:
Me: "Addy, you need to help clean up."
Addy: "No thanks, I'm too busy."
Me: "Addy, it's time to go take a bath."
Addy: "But, I'm too siiiiiicckkkkk."
Me: "Addy, you need to get down from there right now!"
Addy: "OKAY! I'm fine!"
Oh the fun is just beginning isn't it? =)
Shoulders: It seems as though I go week to week trying to balance a million things that need to get done. There is always one thing to finish, and the next thing to start. Lately, however, I feel like a small piece of the weight on my shoulders has been lifted off. I am not even sure why things seem less hectic right now, but I am thankful for the lull until the storm hits me again, which is surely only in a matter of time.
And because I am not constantly jumping from one thing to the next, I have spent more time than normal playing. I have said it a million times and I will say it a million times more, but my girls are awesome. Sometimes I get caught in the mind frame that as long as they are surrounded by toys, they should be having the time of their lives. Reality is, they'd much rather have no toys in front of them, but instead, their Mom to play with. The girls can be perfectly content doing whatever it is that they are doing, but the minute I walk over and sit down and start to play it is like I carried a circus with me. They get so excited and so happy and it instantly makes me feel like there is nothing greater in the world, which there isn't. I am sure we all take for granted how important it is to just spend some time playing, but I guarantee you'll remember how much fun it truly is once you do!
Knees: It was windy yesterday but I was caught up on the idea that I needed to get a project done that involved burning the edges of some paper. Sooooo last night I went into our backyard and scrunched down to the ground trying to block the wind with my back while I lit several pieces of paper on fire. I decided to go with the ol' "bend at the knees with my butt barely off the ground" technique, to which after several minutes in this position served to be a very bad idea. When I finally stood up my knees felt like a sumo wrestler had been sitting on them. I obviously am not 5 anymore and need to remember to avoid sitting like one.
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Hands?: I realize this should technically be titled "Toes" if I was going to go along with the song, but my toes don't have the problem, my hands do. I am bleeding from at least 6 places on my right hand and from almost as many on my left. This pathetic winter has done more damage to my dry hands than it ever has and I can't seem to make them better. I know for a fact it is because of how often my hands are in water. If I am not washing bottles, I am doing dishes. If I am not cleaning my own hands, I am bathing little girlie's. If I am not scrubbing paint off my fingers, I am wiping tables clean. My hands are in water all day long and I don't see a way around it. So I guess I will just deal with having the dryness of a desert nomad, the wrinkles of a 95 year old farmer and the cuts of a 200 pound cage fighter. Attractive huh?
Sincerely Yours,
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