1. Thanks so much for your support this week with Sophie starting school. I had so many people send messages, leave comments, ask after her, call, or text. Lest anyone didn’t catch it, Sophie did GREAT at her first day of preschool. Milo fared the worst, crying that “Suffie ah schoo-woh” off and on the whole time she was gone. While I didn’t cry dropping her off, I’ll admit I got teary when she ran into my arms at the end of class, gave me the longest, tightest hug she’s ever given me and said into my ear “Mom! You came back!” Always, Sophie.
2. Now that we’ll have a bit more “free” time with a reduced therapy schedule and the flexibility of just one baby at home, I need to find some fun things for Milo to do. I’m toying with swimming lessons, but leaning toward a music and movement class I think he’d really enjoy. When he wasn’t asking after Sophie on Tuesday, there were a few moments where he’d stop what he was doing, look up at me with a huge smile on his face as if to say “Mom! Can you believe it’s just us here!? We’re all by ourselves!”
3. We had such a great time at my brother’s wedding! Susan looked beautiful, and she and Daniel both looked SO happy! Plus, we got to see my extended and immediate families, and I had so many great conversations at the reception. Thank you friends and family for a great time!
(Also, several of you have asked about my dress. It’s from DownEast Basics)
4. Milo looks so much like Michael to me so much of the time, but I really think he has SO much of my dad in him. (Also my uncle Shawn). Few things melt my heart more than watching my babies play with our parents.
5. Couldn’t be more random, but I don’t know of any child who loves mustard more than my children do. I’ve always been a mustard fan. A late-in-life-semi-convert himself, Michael often winces with incredulity when Sophie brings him one of the mustard bottles (of which there are three varieties, ranging from yellow to stone-ground) and asks for a little taste. Each child has their preferred method of mustard consumption–Sophie prefers a small dab on each cube of chicken she eats. Milo is a dipper, favoring a small blob on his plate for anything from chicken to freeze-dried strawberries. Ew. At least it’s not ketchup, I guess?
Happy weekend, dear reader. Thanks for being such a happy part of this corner of the internet. Wishing you every good thing!