I’m blessed to have such an amazing father for my children.
I didn’t do much for Allan this weekend. The kids colored him pictures and brought him home treats from their church classes. I took a picture of him with all four of them out in the desert yesterday. I wanted to make him a big breakfast but Sunday mornings are very much cereal days as we have to leave for church very early.
The main events today were a failed family water fight and a delicious success of a BBQ. Five minutes into playing out in the sprinkler Payson was screaming his head off about being cold and Ember was cranky as well. I ended up inside giving the little two a bath while Allan stayed out having water fun with the big girls. In our family this is very often the way things play out. Allan with the bigs and me with the littles.
Allan kept saying how fitting today was for Father’s Day. Him at the BBQ and leading the children in fun… not being pampered or waited on or spoiled, that is so not being a father. Working and finding the joy in it, that is being a father. Father’s Day was most definitely a father’s [work] day!
Swimming lessons ended this past Thursday. The four days a week thing was great while it lasted but we won’t be going in for more lessons. I know the big girls would love it and benefit from it but it was too difficult driving all that way every single weekday but one.
Since Thursday we’ve filled our time by reading and reading and reading some more. The children and I have been bitten by the need to read more than ever before. Which is kind of crazy because I thought we read a lot before, but no… this kind of reading a lot is the kind where my throat is so sore at the end of the day and my voice is all but gone. I’m quickly guzzling water in between books to try to keep up! But I love it.
Payson is very fully obsessed with everything Cars. I am all for kids having obsessions. I think it’s adorable and makes them feel so special. I really love it. I don’t care what their obsession is, I go along with it very happily.
Back to reading, a few of you mentioned a book or two out of the last library trip we had that you and/or your children love. I love several of them, too, so very much and the rest were so highly recommended at one point or another to me. And after having read them all I can see why. We have some major new favorites. I’m thinking some will have to be purchased for Christmas to be in our home permanently ♥
(The Carrot Seed, Five Minutes’ Peace, The Desert Alphabet Book, Way Out in the Desert, Owl Moon, The Kissing Hand, and The Big Hungry Bear to be specific!)
I came out of my bedroom after putting Ember to bed for a morning nap and found Brooklyn reading The Kissing Hand to Sierra. When I walked in Brooklyn looked up with happy eyes from the page and told me, “This is just like what daddy does for us!”
Speaking of books, I’ve been reading one called Honey for a Child’s Heart by Gladys Hunt and loving every single word. It’s written as a guide for parents to find great books which is awesome enough but there is so much in the first chapter that describes exactly how I feel about books. I filled an entire front and back notebook page in small writing with notes I took that I loved and wanted to remember and share here. I realized really, I should better just say check that book out if your library has it! It is amaaaazing! And if you don’t check it out maybe just google it and look at the beautiful image on the front of a mother and daughter reading together outside. Oh man, it’s gorgeous!
After 30 minutes, despite my efforts at providing shade, Ember is ready for the comfort and cool of the house. She and I lounge on the floor together while the siblings remain in the backyard, squealing and shouting doesn’t stop until everyone is indoors again.
She loves using my body as a jungle gym. She crawls all over me, she burrows her head into my stomach or shoulder, she lays over my legs and plays with toys on the floor. I never dreamed being equivalent to a piece of playground equipment could be so blissful.
Changing gears… Ember isn’t exactly fussy but isn’t exactly easy going either. She plays happily sometimes and other times she wants to be held most of the day. This week it was mostly wanting to be held and there was so much to be done. And once again I felt extreme gratitude for whoever it was that introduced me to babywearing. I have no idea where I very first heard about it but it has completely changed my life as a mother to a baby and I will never have a baby without a long piece of fabric to assist me again! haha