⫸ 𝕋𝕠𝕡 𝕋𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕚𝕕𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤 ⫷
➙ 16 pounds 11 ounces
➙ 27.5 inches long
➙ two cute bottom front teeth
➙ somehow acquired nickname: ‘Moo Moo’
➙ “Mr. Loves To Shout”-not just for the Bills
➙ boycotts sleep whenever possible
➙ not a fan of peas and green beans
➙ loves music; especially Big Sis on piano
➙ refuses every bottle & sippycup on the market
➙ obsessed with peek-a-boo & tickles
⫸ 𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕒’𝕤 𝕄𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕄𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 ⫷
“𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘚𝘏 “…toys make their way over the highchair ledge, bouncing off the floor in all directions. “𝘈𝘏-𝘎𝘈𝘏𝘏 !”… you shout with great anticipation for dinner. “𝘐’𝘔 𝘏𝘜𝘕𝘎𝘙𝘠 “…your sister insists, as she hurries through homework in order to bring out the forks and plates.
Dinner is served by Dad, just as he flies out the door; his own food wrapped in a to-go container or else he’ll be late for night shift. “𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘔 “…the front door, as he leaves in a rush. “𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘍 !” …Wanda has to go pee outside. “𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘗-𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘗 “…your green bean puree is ready! “𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘍 ” …Wanda is cold and wants to come back inside. “𝘎𝘙𝘈𝘈!”…you yell; your impatience is growing…
My food is left on the counter, ready to reheat later, and your sister begins to indulge as I come running to the rescue, ready to fill your belly. “𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘕 𝘜𝘗 !”… I’m anxious to hurry-up because there’s still so much to do before bedtime. “𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘒!” …you shriek with closed lips, communicating your disgust with the night’s menu. “𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘕’𝘛𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚”…your sister declares, as she supports your ‘dinner disapproval’ just in a slightly more mature fashion. “𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘎-𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘔-𝘚𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘏”…the pile of dirty dishes in the sink comes toppling down.
“𝘞𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘏 !”… Arthur. meltdown. initiated.
I walk away. I feel stranded. I hold my head. I want to cry… but, “𝙃𝙀𝙔,𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙉𝘼 𝘿𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀?!” Yes, before my own tears begin to well-up, I make this absurd proposition. You and your sister stare at me and go silent… “𝘏𝘌𝘠𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘎𝘓𝘌, 𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘕 𝘖𝘕 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 90’𝘚 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘐𝘊 !”…at least Google Hub listens to me, even when both of you refuse… I scoop you up, and we start casually bouncing to the beat. Your little legs kick my sides with excitement as I begin to march in circles around the island countertop. Big Sis leaves her seat to join our dance routine with her funny twists and turns, making you giggle-away the puddles of tears around your eyes. And just like that, an irritable moment quickly turned marvelous.
These surprise ‘dance parties’ have been on repeat the past few weeks. Something as trivial as turning on the radio has had the ability to transform our loud, chaotic, and uncoordinated kitchen into what feels as peacefully synchronized as a ballet dance floor.
So, I promise to slow down, Arthur; I will continue to ask in hectic moments: “𝙃𝙀𝙔, 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙉𝘼 𝘿𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 ?!” …because before long, it won’t always be your pudgy little hands pinching the back of my arms, but my old wrinkly hands clutching onto your arms…
I love you.
… join me by #FallingRightSideUp 👆🏼
when life gets turned upside down👇🏼
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So sweet to dance with your children. “He’s turned my mourning into dancing,” the Psalmist said. Keep up the great work of being an incredible wife and mother.