Today has been a day full of goodness as well as interruptions. I have been looking after kids solo after dear G injured his back yesterday morning while on a family outing to the Telus World of Science. He has been laid up but cheerful and his injury makes me count my many blessings, one being that we don't have anyone in our family who can't walk. This morning was rather lazy and holiday-ish...G laid on the couch and watched the kids put on a show. I puttered and slowly put together some cinnamon buns in a leisurely kind of way. It was quite wonderful. We eventually decided to go back to the Telus World of Science (minus G!) to finish off what we had started yesterday. We had a really great time. In the last month or so, I've been noticing that I'm entering a different phase of development with my children. The youngest, Little C is almost 3 1/2 and well, is getting very independent. I'm finding that the kids don't need G and I as much. In the morning they play together and can fend for themselves if I need to sneak a few more minutes in bed. They all are now setting the table for meals. But I especially notice the independence when we go out. It is no longer a huge ordeal to take them on an adventure. No more diaper bag. They can last if I don't bring snacks. It is an understatement to say that I'm really, really enjoying this stage!! But, at times, they need my attention, sometimes all at once. When we got home was one of those times. I was counting on some me time - some time to start a project that has been swirling around in my head and making me dizzy with joy for the last week or so. I envisioned a nice quiet afternoon with little C sleeping, other 2 kids contentedly playing, me off in my own world of creativity. 3 little words: it didn't happen. C slept alright, but the other 2 just needed me. J wanted help printing off a paper airplane pattern and folding it. M wanted to learn how to play the piano and asked for a lesson. It didn't feel right for me to push the kids aside in the name of "me"time. When I plugged in the iron and it was broken, it was a sign to surrender. And in the end, I'm so glad I did. M was so excited for the rest of the day about what she had learned about piano notes and fingering. When I helped J, it let me get into his world of paper airplane obsession. So worth it. And some small crafty blessings for me: I pulled out my bin of cotton fabric out and admired the fabric I've collected here and there.
I pulled out a pleasing color combination in great anticipation of a project (more on that later!)
And I pulled out some recently purchased silk/bamboo yarn and swooned over it, put it in the crochet basket, all ready to start crocheting some kind of Japanese flower scarf, similar to
this one at Attic 24.
It was a good day, a really good day.
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