Yesterday was a bit craziness. It makes sense now that I know the boys have Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease, which sounds much worse than it actually is. It's highly contagious, mostly for children, and passes in a few days. Since another little friend of ours has it I'm assuming nursery at church is ground zero. Oh did I mention Sunday was Maddux's first day of nursery, and he did amazingly? Well he did, so here's to about four months of sitting next to Luke in Sunday School, until the next one comes along!
Back to yesterday. The boys and I dropped by my favorite little place, Camden City Market, an absolutely wonderful produce store. Dean holds the basket and we fill it with all sorts of yumminess until it is too heavy for his three year old hands, and Maddux runs around with a lemon or potato to keep him from trying to run around with all the pretty preserves in breakable glass jars. The woman who works at the store also belongs to our church and mentioned to me another woman who had complimented me and had said she wanted to be the sort of mother that I was. Yesterday was the day that was great to hear, even though I have her completely fooled.
My boys are crazy. I'm not the mom who can take her children out of Sacrament and have them sit or hold still or fold arms, or be quiet. I admire moms with the tenacity to hold their child while they kick and scream until they settle down. But that's usually not me. Last Sunday Maddux took off running down the hallway, and to stop him Dean chased him and took him out with a flying tackle. Too much football with Daddy? He was very proud of himself for stopping Maddux like I had wanted. Boys. So it is nice to hear that somehow, someone finds something to admire about my mothering.
Especially since after the produce store we went to Food Lion where Maddux wigged out when he had to stop pushing the cart to wait in the check-out line, and Dean ran off to the nether ends of the store wanting me to chase him. I finally caught him hiding behind the paper towels in the lower shelf. Still not as bad as the time I was holding a fiercely struggling Maddux and pulling along a wild Dean as he pulled arms off the mannequins in Nordstrom. Picture me with two out of control boys as I dumped an armful of mannequin parts on the sales desk, gasped "sorry," and ran out the door. Hilarious and I sincerely hope I never forget any of it. I really do love all of my life with them.
What's the point of all this? Well it's just the sort of randomness that I feel like calling up my best friend and chatting about on an afternoon. But I can't, at least for a while. It's been almost two years since she passed, but I absolutely know she has the same gleam in her eyes, laugh in her voice, and determination to work hard and accomplish things dear to her.
Love you Meg, happy 29th yesterday!
