Wednesday, January 11, 2012

If You Came To My House... might get frustrated.
Or irritated. Or annoyed.

Or it might bother you that Henry wore black dress socks with his basketball uniform tonight for his game.

Or it MIGHT bother you that when Svea makes her sandwich for her school lunch, she gets two knives: one for the peanut butter and one for the jelly. And there is still a glob of peanut butter on the outside of the jelly jar and jelly INSIDE the peanut butter jar.

Or it MIGHT bother you that you have to sit still for twenty FULL minutes and watch Corinne crawl in and out of the rocking chair over and over because THAT, my friends, is an accomplishment.

It also might bother you that when you try to feed Corinne in her high chair, she won't eat. But if you let her out of her chair and put her bowl on the floor, she'll eat all of it. Girl's just gotta be FREE.

If fact, you might be REALLY irritated that there are 4 pairs of shoes under the couch, a handful of dust bunnies, and some dog food within reach. From everywhere.

Or it might not.

If it does bother you, you need to know that when Henry wore those black socks, he also played the best game of his life tonight.

And Svea? She loves to make her own snack and school lunch. And then she reads her homework out loud. I listen from the living room and try to memorize her voice.

Corinne is so loud. How can she be so loud? And she is finally so happy. I will sit for however many minutes she needs me to as long as she is happy.

What I am also realizing is that you (one) can be irritated and happy at the same time. I'm happy irritated. Hope you are too.

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