I have a lot of things floating about my head to be thankful for today. I have had friends recently who have been there, said the right thing, at the right moment, for me that changed the outlook I was having. Recently my husband championed me and my merits and talents in a way that made me feel so loved and valued. These were unrelated events but that made me feel loved and protected by the people around me.
I am also thankful for the fun I have had getting to know the girl who is coming to our house in August as our new exchange student. She is sweet, funny and kind. We look forward to brainwashing her into our lazy American ways. JK We'll have her dipping her french fries in her chocolate shakes and screaming at football games in no time. As long as we can make sure she is screaming at the right team I think it will work out alright!
I am thankful for the quirky regency novels I have been reading lately. They have such fun words in them that I can use in my daily life. The British people are so cute sometimes. One such word is often used when talking to a little kid. They call the kid a poppet. ie "Come here poppet" I talked to Andy about it and he said his Mom used to call him poppet every now and then. I just gushed - my sweatheart a poppet- it was so cute to think of. I wanted to call him poppet myself. I think the regency time period is so romantic but I could never live in that time. It irks me to no end in these books when people have these huge misunderstandings because nobody will simply tell their feelings. Really people! I have a terrible habit of getting too into a story that I start to believe it is about real people. That is why I cant stand that dastardly Wickham! Give me five minutes with that rake and Ill teach him a lesson he wont forget! My husband has to remind me they are just stories. Im not sure he is right - maybe out there somewhere...... Besides if they are just stories how is it that I met my very own Mr. Darcy in Andy? Mr FitzAndrew Darcy. Man, I am so funny.
If you promise not to tell, I will let you in on a little secret of mine. Every night when I kneel next to Lyman's bed to listen to his prayers, I strategically place my head next to where his hands are. Why do I do this? Because of a secret indulgence. I love to have my hair played with. My sisters and I would play with each other's hair and it always feels so nice and calming to me. If I bow my head near his hands to listen to his prayers - he will unconsciously play with my hair while he prays. I pretend not to notice and for the few brief moments of his prayer I get to to experience to lovely things at once - his sweet words to God and the tingling of little fingers running through my hair.
Friday night we watched a movie together as a family. Afterwards when Lyman was being put to bed by Andy the topic of the orphan on the movie came up. Now before you pass judgements as to what horrid movie we chose to watch with our children - it was Despicable Me, and it was hilarious. Anyway, the following conversation occurred - or very close to it.
Lyman: "What is an orphan?
Dad: "Sometimes an accident might happen and both of a kids parents die"
Lyman: "Oh"
Dad: "But you shouldn't worry about that because Mom and I try to be very careful so that we don't have any accidents like that. But if it did happen you would not be an orphan because you would go to live with your Aunt So-in-so [name omitted]."
Lyman: "Okay"
Dad: "We aren't going to let any accidents happen to us because we know we are the most awesome parents for you."
Lyman: "Well not exactly.... because they have a double light saber." [the they in this case is of course Aunt So-in-so and her family]
It is good to know that if such an unfortunate event should occur as to take both my life and Andy's our son will cope relatively well with his access to a double light saber. Also its kind of a sad day when you find out you aren't the most awesome set of parents in the eyes of your child. LOL
Putting the pleasant topic of our deaths aside, we have a new addition to our home and family. I left Andy to his own devices for the whole day to watch the kiddos while I took off for a day of girl talk and crafts with some friends. I came home to welcome our new fish, Rachael. The name came as the first name both Lyman and Corilynn could agree on. I think it is cute to note that the first choice Lyman had was Alex, the name of his long time favorite girl friend at church. She also happens to be the only girl Lyman wishes to wed when he -with grunts of 6 yr old displeasure- has to marry. I have no qualms with my future daughter-in-law, she is super cute.
I am thankful that Andy was feeling sick enough to day to take a sick day but not so sick that he cant just take care of me all day as I am infinitely worse with this head cold.
Yesterday Lyman came off the bus with a ginormous grin on his face and immediately turned and looked out the window at the bus driving away. When he turned around again he was laughing. I asked him what he was so happy about. He said he got to sit next to a girl on the bus - Lela. I asked him about her - was she his friend, did he like her etc. He said she was poking his hair on the bus and that it was funny. He said she was cute and that he "kinda" liked her. He told me that she asked the bus driver nicely if she could sit with him since they usually have different assigned seats. He has talked about her before and so I knew he sort of liked her. I asked what she looked like and he decided he would draw me a picture. It had a remarkable resemblance to Napoleon Dynamite's drawing of his date to the dance. So I told him he should give the picture to her. He blushed and said no. I told him girls like it when boys draw pictures for them. He blushed again and said this picture was just for me.
I'm "kinda" glad that although there are girls that catch his eye, I'm still the only girl for him and the only one he draws pictures for.
