Yesterday was pretty rough with Bitty. He was extra fussy and extremely needy. I tried to rock him for about 5 minutes for
his morning nap. It was like trying to
restrain a wild animal. He was bucking,
kicking, screaming, sweating, flipping etc.
Finally I said, “Forget it!” I
thought that playing outside would be a marvelous idea. While we were out there he did a lot of
sneezing, his eyes watered, and his nose ran.
When it was time for his afternoon nap he started yelling 15 minutes
after I put him down. We rocked. Then 15 minutes later there was more
yelling. Last night was even worse. After texting Puddin we decided it was his
ears and I gave him some numbing drops and he slept in my bed. I didn't sleep with the tornado spinning
beside me, but he did. We went to the
doctor this morning and he has the beginnings of a double ear infection.
When John Brantley takes off running I send Ford to capture
him.
Fordman loves school.
He literally comes out grinning from ear to ear each day when I pick him
up in car rider line. He isn't doing any
copied workbook pages. They are actually
doing lots of projects and studying different units. This week they talked about “My Family”. Ford drew this picture and I really love
it. This is the first picture that he
has drawn of our family and I think it’s great!!!! And you know I hung it up!
After the heat was more than we could bear we headed back
inside. It makes me proud to see my boys
playing with some of my old toys even if they are Barbie cars!!!!!!!!!!!!
The other night I was bathing Ford and told him he had
Alfalfa hair. He asked what that
was. I showed him in the mirror. He was very pleased!!!
He threw in some of Trey’s hunting gear. That’s some kind of gun stick. I really don’t know????
As I walked around my house tonight it was very evident that
two little people live here. There are
toys scattered around my house in rooms we don’t even frequent on a daily
basis. As I am sitting at the computer I
can see into a bathroom and John Brantley has apparently been into my pots and
pans because a pie plate is sitting in front of the shower door. It is frustrating to think that I paid
someone to clean my house on Tuesday and before I went to bed that night a
small hurricane had already come through my house. But there’s no way I would rather live. I stress about cleaning my house, cooking
meals, folding laundry, and all the things that one thinks makes a perfect
home. There is no such thing as a
perfect home. The Lamar’s do not have a
perfect home, but it’s the life I love and I wouldn't trade it for anything in
this world.