DITL: Day in the Life. Carry around a camera all day and record the mundane, because someday it will be significant. A history of our DITL’s can be found here.
The girls wake me up much too early, and we watch Sesame Street and try to wake up. Becky is still sleeping, so I can chug coffee, thank goodness.
Once I can finally see straight, I make breakfast. Er, cereal.
I drink more coffee and mess around on facebook. Mornings are rough, and I do what i can to make them less screamy. Don’t judge.
Oh goood it’s Saturday. I frantically search the house for Ella’s ballet stuff, wake up Tom to watch the little girls, and get there just in time. Ella dances in circles as I try to get her shoes on. She finally stands still long enough and I get a break to read. And drink coffee.
Ella got a happy face sticker for following directions, and saved it for me. Is there any more tangible evidence of a 5 year old’s love than a happy face sticker they have saved for you?
Home again, home again, jiggity jig. The girls are begging to “do school”, so I break out their field journals to record the weather.
Alice draws “A”‘s all over her page, and Ella draws a series of snowmen in regal costumes. Such is the weather in our house today.
A favorite coloring book in our house is the doodle book, so we pull them out and find a page for each girl. Ella is drawing and sounding out what all she would put into a magic potion, and Alice is drawing eggs in a nest.
I nurse the Becks,
and then plop her under the table so i can do some more focused work with the girls.
Ella is into classifications of animals lately, and has asked to learn about sharks, so we look them up in our encyclopedias and zoobooks, google videos, and each girl draws her favorite shark. Ella prefers the whale shark, but Alice is all about the hammerhead.
Alice needs some mama time, so Ella plays with the baby.
Alice begs “Pleaaaaaase mama, can we play starfall?” so we do.
Ella moves on to feeding Bearby, so Becks comes to yell at my feet.
The girls make a snack,
And I nurse Becky down for a nap. Amazingly, she stays asleep after I put her in the baby cage.
The girls go downstairs to play while Becks sleeps, so I do dishes, straighten up the house, and (let’s face it) play on facebook. Becky is awake 45 minutes later. I realize I am two weeks late taking her nine month picture, so I take a quick one on the couch.
Becky decides to show off, and stands for nearly a minute while I take pictures.
Then she crawls away, because mama is boring, and those sisters have to be here somewhere.
We have lunch (but lose the camera), and then go outside to play with the chickens for a while.
And just in case you were wondering where Tom was all day: He was in the ceiling wiring a new dining room light.
We come inside, have another snack, and Becks plays in the jumper while I get us ready to go to Grandpa’s for dinner.
The girls play connect the dots on the ipod, and ignore me the first 3469376 times I ask them to come put on their shoes.
Beckers nurses, and we sing songs. I am the last one in the car.
Then we are at my father-in-law’s, where he immediately puts on a movie for the girls, and hands me a white Russian. I threaten never to leave.
There is much white-board drawing, baby loving, and beekeeper-talk going on.
Somewhere past bedtime we get home, and Tom puts the girls to bed while I scrounge around in the freezer and find the necessary ingredients for my very own white russian. I watch half of a romantic comedy, and then fall asleep on the couch before getting 1/4 of the way into my drink.
Tom wakes me up enough to lead me to bed, and then takes baby duty for the first part of the night (aka he does what he can to get her to go back to sleep without nursing. It’s a losing game). Around midnight he rolls her to my half of the bed and she nurses on and off all night.