A few days ago my stepmom called and asked if the wee ones and I could come out to Colorado for a visit. My dad has been going through a chemo-like treatment (Interferon) since August, and will continue on it until this summer. Anyway, he's been feeling particularly down and made some comments that he had nothing to look forward to. So, off we go next Tuesday, booked using miles (woot).
It's difficult for me to wrap my mind around being the person/family who they think to call when they need cheering up. Essentially, I'll go there and do the same things with my two that I do every day...yet to them it's fun. It would seem, then, that I should find my every day to be fun.
Although I do laugh at least three times a day. We bought Anna this rag doll in Mexico that has a baby doll attached to her with a sling (is it a mayawrap? a peanut shell? I don't know). So this doll is already falling apart, losing her hair and fraying ribbons. Anna asked if she could sleep with her, and I said no. Her reply? "But mama, she has a baby. You wouldn't say no to a baby, would you?" Nope.
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