Today I was reading stories to Annabelle and Henry and one had an octopus in it. I was reading it and I was supposed to say “The octopus reached out one tentacle” but I said “The octopus reached out one testicle.” This made me laugh hysterically. The kids just stared at me.Today was one of those days where we spent six hours outside–it was gorgeous, 80 degrees, sunny, and by 3pm, I was ready to go to bed. We spent an hour in the tub and ate a huge dinner-like meal and then puttered around. Maybe the day wouldn’t have seemed so long if I had felt better, but I had a headache and felt nauseous. Annabelle and Henry were hilarious. They’re amazing. They can make me laugh even when I’m feeling horrible. I got on the floor to do pilates and Henry, totally delighted, got on the rug with me and started copying my moves.He was also very tickled to see me get in the tub. I always bathe after they go to bed. It was the first time they saw me in the tub, and Henry acted like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen, then proceeded to throw all his tub toys in with me. He was even more thrilled when I wahsed my hair. “Mama!! Hat!” he shouted.We’re reading Pippi Longstocking before bed and Annabelle fall asleep laughing. Life can’t get any more heavenly than this.
I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always.
Welcome to my World.
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