I've actually been feeling incredibly sick today so Andrew's been putting me down for a lot of naps. Seriously. He let me sleep in this morning and then right after he put Miriam down for her nap this afternoon he came into our bedroom, turned off the light on me and shut the door. I came out of the room and said, "Uh, did you just put me down for a nap?"
"Yes, I did," he said.
"Sweet!" I said and went to lie down in our now-dark room.
And then he did homework and Rachel played with Littlest Pet Shops
, which my friend Sara once lauded as being the very best toys in the whole world. I'll admit, I was skeptical (probably because when she told me this I only had one child who was still very much into swallowing small, inedible objects like Littlest Pet Shops accessories) but Grandma got some for Rachel for Christmas and they have already provided hours
of entertainment. Hours.
I don't know why she can sit and play with these little animals for hours without needing anyone to interact with her but she can. It's like magic.
Miriam and I got up from our naps at around 4:30. They were late naps because we went to the baptism and everything. Anyway, then I sat around trying to make a menu of meals for our poor family to eat (which I failed at miserably because I just don't feel good). Then it was dinnertime so I made a measly meal of sweet potato fries and apple slices and a motley assortment of leftovers that no one really touched. It was seriously the most pathetic meal I've "cooked" in a long time.
Grandma and Grandpa came upstairs and rescued my poor children by feeding them bagels with cream cheese. I couldn't bring myself to eat one.
Then I gave the girls a bath and then I let Andrew get them in their pyjamas while I slumped in my chair and did nothing and then
we had scriptures and prayer.
I read a few verses and then said, "Okay, Rachel, your turn."
I put my finger under the words she was supposed to read.
"And..." she said. "Ummm...and...and...and...uhhhh..."
Yup. The first word was "and."
—guess what!—my child can't exactly read yet. Duh.
I burst out laughing. Andrew did, too. And then the girls joined in, even though they had no idea why we were laughing.
"What's so funny?" Rachel squeaked out between giggles.
What's so funny is that Rachel can't read and I've known that for years (because she's my daughter and she's only four years old) and yet I somehow spaced that and expected her to just take her turn without prompting her at all. Usually I run my finger under the words and
say them so that she can repeat them.
I don't know what I was thinking.
Probably I wasn't thinking.
But we all enjoyed the moment thoroughly.
And then I read Harry Potter
to the girls for a half hour (interspersed with various board books that Miriam decided should be read to break up the monotony of novel-reading, which she's really too young to handle) and then finished up the evening with lullabies.
It was a good day.
And now I'm kind of hungry again because sweet potatoes and apples? Apparently those digest somewhat fast.