He Said Mama
Clear as day I heard him say it. I’d woken up from an afternoon nap with the girls and came out into the living room to see him hanging out with Daddy. I walked right by him to sit on the next couch and he started fussing. Reaching his arms in my direction, he said it. “Ma-ma.”
Could have just melted my heart. The whole room was right there and we all went stunned silent. For a heartbeat. Before breaking out in a cheer with hugs and cuddles .
I love this little guy.
Rattling around.
I wanted alone time. And now I have it. Except I have nothing to do. The book I am reading is on my iphone and that’s out of batteries. There’s not a single movie in the theaters I’d like to go see, and the friday evening t.v. viewing is bleh.
About all that’s left is cleaning. And I do not want to clean. Not today.
The Culprit
I bought one of those plastic shoe organizers that hang on the door for my downstairs closet. It’s working out fairly nicely, except I noticed that some of the pockets are already ripping. Disappointed in the poor quality of my shoe hanger, I wondered at how it could possibly be disintegrating so quickly.
That is until today.
Just a moment ago I heard a small voice squeaking “Help! Help!”
So I peeked around the corner to find my middle daughter stuck halfway up the shoe organizer. She’d climbed up to get some shoes that were out of her reach, and managed to stick her foot in a pocket on the way down!
manda