The Problem With One More Thing
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Audrey is a very vocal little baby, constantly cooing and squawking. Last weekend she screamed almost the entire way home from a visit to Barry’s family. Even with a stop to feed and smooch on her cheeks were not enough to calm her down. Maggie slept through the entire drive and Barry and I were both on edge by the time we pulled into the driveway. I quickly got Audrey out of her car seat and took her straight to our bedroom to feed her. After she nursed for a couple minutes, she started cooing at me with great expression and loud noises. I think, without a doubt, that she just wanted to talk to someone on the drive home. We spent the next bit of time on the bed while I listened to her and responded in kind.
This morning Barry, Audrey and I were up earlier than normal and within a few minutes Maggie wandered out of her bedroom wanting her morning cup of milk that she drinks like most adults drink their coffee. I passed Audrey to Barry and persuaded Maggie to go back to bed with me for some extra snuggles. We could hear Audrey making noise at Barry and Maggie sleepily informed me that Audrey was ‘talking to Daddy,’ but that ‘Audrey likes to talk to [her] the most.’
Indeed, Maggie.
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In other news, I lost my driver’s license. It has vanished and I was the last one with it. It was on the kitchen counter and I picked it up to put it back in my wallet and who knows where I put it down. It is SOMEWHERE in this house. I keep asking Maggie if she has seen the little card with my picture on it, but she says she hasn’t. The problem with this whole situation is that I’ve acquired a bad habit of starting something and moving onto the next thing without finishing the original task. For example, putting laundry away in our bedroom leads to sweeping under our bed, which leads to sweeping the whole house, which leads to cleaning the windows where Sydney barks, which leads to wiping down the garbage can area, which leads to unloading the dishwasher, which leads to wiping down the kitchen, which leads to putting the dish cloths in the dirty clothes, which leads me back to folding laundry, and back to putting it away again.
Between doing all those things that I’ve started, not to mention helping Mags out and feeding Audrey at random places, my license could be anywhere! Maybe I’ll see it in the next couple years? I do know it is in the house, and I’m not convinced that is any better than losing it while we were out and about.
Easter Practice
This was the year that Mags became an expert in the easter egg hunting part of Easter. Earlier in the week we went over to visit the Merks and had a practice session of finding eggs. The eggs were stuffed with crackers, cheese, and slices of sandwiches, so that at the end of the hunting session, each kid had their lunch to dump out on their plate. Both Connor and Cameron were remarkably sweet to Maggie in helping her find her eggs. After doing the hunt, we walked to a nearby park and Maggie’s dream came true when she got to wear a shark helmet and use Connor’s scooter. It was a fun way to get a bit of practice in before the Easter Bunny arrived on Sunday and a great way to get together with our friends.
