my husband selflessly volunteered to be carson's church camp counselor this week. he will be hoofin it in the 100+ degree heat with many dirty boys in toe. he did this for many reasons, but one of them was that i couldn't bear for both of my oldest to go away for an entire week without one of us there. over protective, maybe. it just put my mind at ease to know he was there, keeping an eye on them. with the crazy heat - im so thankful he is - carson would run himself until he shriveled up into a dry heap if somebody did not remind him to stop and take a drink, and a breath.
while he is gone doing that - i am here with the three youngest. i admit that i do not have a lot of alone time with the children. he is always around to help, i work, and when i am home, im rarely alone.
its strange to be here solo. nobody to bounce ideas off of, no adult to talk to, nobody to watch tv with at night when you finally get them asleep, nobody to share the parenting, housework, etc... many of my friends do this regularly, but not me. im pretty spoiled. don't get me wrong - i am enjoying them. we are walking, playgrounding, shopping, swimming, baking, snacking, olympics watching and giggling. tonight they were kind of rotten and i told them so. when i put them to bed, i found this on my counter.
that's my mags, constantly making sure she stays front and center in my heart. one of the rotten things she did tonight was talk sassy to ashton. he asked me what the black lines on the road were. i told him they were repairs. she says "i already knew that ashton." i said, maggie do not be mean to your brother.
she said - without pause "mom - i wasn't being mean, im just smarter." goodness.
i don't think this little one stands a chance... they are kind of inseparable.
and she is already fiercely determined.
where's ashton you ask? hiding in the house.
