Our house is still recouping from this nasty cough/fever thing we've had going around. It kind of comes and goes and we've been wrestling with it for a while. Everybody seemed to be feeling well enough this morning so we bundled up in our Winter jackets and got the groceries we were going to get yesterday.
Finley eagerly helped unload them all when we got home. He loves passing things to me, "here mommy!" I smiled and said thank-you while suppressing a gasp as the egg carton teetered on the brink of disaster. My toes nervously twitched as he passed me the cans to place in the pantry, but we successfully got them all stacked. Then the boys sat at the table and ate a million Christmas oranges that we got for a steal of a deal. They could probably use the extra vitamin C right now so I let them peel and eat as many as they wished!
When they were finally satisfied I tucked Finley in for his nap and nursed Ollie to sleep as I sung. Hyrum soon joined us on Joe's bed with a fever and tired eyes. I rubbed his burning hot back until he was breathing heavily and then I admired his long, thick lashes as they rest on his cheeks. Soon Joe joined us, desperate for company, and fell asleep next to his big brother.
I spent a few quiet moments chatting with a good friend and crocheting a hat while Ollie drifted off to sleep in the bouncy chair. Hyrum was the first to wake and we sat together in silence while we waited for everyone else to join us!
When Camilla got home from school we crafted a bit, cleaned the kitchen and got dinner going. The little boys played under the Christmas tree while I cooked, it's kind of become a dinner time tradition. Lately they want to be wherever I am and I know that won't last forever!
We all needed a little pick-me-up so I had Camilla grab the candles for the dinner table. While I finished chopping the peppers everyone gathered at the table and watched the candles glow and flicker with delight! It felt good to bring a little big of hygge into our home on such a cold day.
When the littles began complaining of hunger I decided we couldn't wait much longer. I started filling and folding tacos single handedly while balancing a baby on my hip. Daddy walked in, took an important call, and had to leave again. He kissed me on the forehead after scarfing down a taco leaving me with a screaming baby on my lap while I ate my taco and listened to my preschooler whine about the "green stuff" I snuck into his taco hoping the dimness of the candles would hide the color. I gave Daddy a monotone goodbye as I stared at the Christmas tree and drowned out everyone's pleas for eggnog. Deep breaths mamma, it'll all be okay. Sometimes being a mom is just plain hard.
Everyone drank their nog, blew out the candles and abandoned me for jammies. Daddy arrived home just in time to help with bed time and read stories to two very giggly boys. I rubbed the older kid's backs and listened to them tell me about their day. Sometimes if I'm quiet for long enough Hyrum will ask me some deep question about the universe that he's been pondering. Camilla has no problem jabbering about her day and sometimes I'm in there for at least a half and hour before I can get a "good night" in.
Mr. Stannix and I collapsed on the couch to a favorite TV show and spent some time chatting. Then I nursed, bounced, burped, changed and patted my baby to sleep and now here I am at 10:45. My house is silent. Daddy succumbed to sleep in our cozy king bed and I am here staring at the computer trying to get these drafts published and keep the family journal current. I should be sleeping but sometimes I need a few quiet moments to reflect on life, count my blessings, and replenish my soul. These days are difficult, trying, wonderful and fleeting and I want to hang onto it all!
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