It is hard to believe that next month our sweet pea with CP will be ten years old. That being said, I cannot break myself from the very bad habit of baby talking to Micah. "Oh, Mommy's baby sunshine! Is oo weddy to git up? Huh? Is oo? What oo want?"
I'm certain Micah is thinking, "Poor Mom. I'll speak slowly so she'll understand."
How amazing it is that such a tiny finger can have two adults so firmly wrapped around it. We often find ourselves chugging by the McDonald's drive through for a dollar fry rather than hear Micah wail all the way home after spying the golden arches out of the window. We tell ourselves we are doing the elderly people on our road a favor. They'd think he was an ambulance coming through!
Seth could be called a caregiver. Occasionally he is the respite care, and by occasionally I mean a lot. He helps to keep Micah upright on the couch, or helps him choose a cd or dvd from his "movie book." He assists in feeding Micah from time to time, and fends off over zealous puppies. For this reason I sometimes feel guilty for giving Seth household chores. Only sometimes. "Now please toss this diaper out. Nope. Not in the kitchen. It's loaded. A bomb, really. Better chuck it in the garbage can on the porch. In below zero weather. That's Mom's number one helper..." We will soon be wearing green for Saint Seth's Day too.
I have come to the age where sleep is tangibly delicious. On those really tiresome evening, I read quickly and skip pages. Shhh. The Pokey Little Puppy never tumble bumbled down the other side of the hill so fast!
Lucas and I still spell things and speak in code around the kids. We do this to avoid the dreaded pouty-lip/accusing eyes/ambulance wail of the littlest one when he finds out he's not invited. I'm afraid time is running out for that trick. The other day Micah plainly asked to "go to the s-t-o-r-e!"
There are many more confessions to be told, but it's late, I'm tired, and want to enjoy every morsel of sweet, sweet sleep! Until next time, g'night!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Confessions of a Caregiving Momma
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