Oh, Lawd. Pray for me until that day comes, with a special request that I don't get carpal tunnel.
On to real life matters.
Kade is becoming more and more bright each day, charming everyone around him by blowing kisses, making scrunchy faces, and giving the most magnificent hugs the world has to offer. He pats your back, as if reassuring you, instead of the other way around. He holds my face between his chubby little hands and puts his nose to mine, a friendly reminder that I'm his mama and he's my baby and we're madly overjoyed over that fact alone.
It's a recent goal of mine to be more active with Kade- this has prompted walks around the block, sliding down the slide in our new backyard, and an evening spent at our local "Kangaroo Zoo." (Pretty much a building full of inflatable toys, all of which Kade is too small for which requires me climbing up them with him attached to my hip) In our new place, we are within walking distance of three parks, the library, the swimming pool and a local favorite doughnut shop. This is the neighborhood I grew up in, the neighborhood I thrived in. I can't wait for the weather to warm up so I can spend hours on end walking around, getting ice cream, swimming until our hands are pruned, pacing through the endless shelves of books.. a learning opportunity around every dusty corner.
Things are hectic. I feel overwhelmed and air headed. Today, while moving furniture for the umpteenth time, I had forgotten the keys to the storage unit. A twenty minute drive to retrieve them was enough to leave me gritting my teeth after an already stressful day, running on little sleep after a late night of cleaning. As if on cue, picking up on my mood, Kade let out a giggle from the back seat. I glanced back and he grinned at me, holding his shoe in one hand and a bare foot in the other. I faced forward again and turned up the radio- singing to my stereo and feeling lighter. Gosh Darn It, if anyone can clear the sky of dark clouds, it's this little dude.
I'm searching out, almost desperately, more happy moments. More opportunities for little perks- like soaking my feet while Kade plays in the tub. Or letting Dotty have a front row seat to all of mine and Kade's adventures, letting him dangle out the "pack pack" or sit buckled into the shopping cart.
"Kade, where's your eyes?" Lord all mighty, can we just admire those lashes for a moment?
And then, there's haircut number TWELVE. He's getting more patient. He's had lots of practice.
And, like a rock, there is my grandma. Always opening her home to us- our home away from home- and being really patient with me when I lose my focus. And especially for inspiring me with her fun ways in keeping the kids busy. Holy Cow, where does she come up with this stuff?
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
I'm praying things will start moving more smoothly- we'll get settled in, make it to church, read books before bed, have time for cuddles and lazy afternoons. Until then, we'll soak up the shake up in the best way we know how.
With a sense of humor.