Briggs had a hard time falling asleep. I knew he wasn’t feel well, so I entered his room, scooped him out of his crib and cradled him in the corner chair in his room. We both worked to get comfortable in the chair. He laid on my chest as I slouched to rest my head on the back of the chair.
Briggs turned his head from the left side, to the right and back to the left over and over again. His wiggles slowed – he was awake, but still. I had one hand holding the back of his head and the other hand rubbing his back slowly.
He suddenly seemed really long; his head was on my shoulders and his feet were digging into my legs. He didn’t curl up the way he once had. Instead his legs dangled. As I was mentally lamenting his size, my back rubbing hand had stopped and my hand on his head started to massage.
I gently pulled the curls on the back of his head. His hair is getting long. I want to cut it, but part of me only wants to cut the top so I can keep his baby curls. The minute I cut his hair, he really won’t look like a baby – then again as I snuggled up to him, he didn’t feel like a baby. Not anymore. So maybe a haircut to match wouldn’t be so bad.
My dad is here this week which means I have a well-orchestrated list to accomplish! I have spent the last year since Briggs was born on a building hiatus – it was just a little difficult with a needy baby – but I’m ready to come out of retirement. I need to come out of retirement! And my dad’s visit is just the ticket to get me started. Today was our first day on the job – poorly planned as it was a day off of school for the kids.
So there was some building. Orange juicing. Movie watching. Excitement of our big playhouse slide arriving. And serious disappointment when the slide went back on the truck because it was delivered damage. More excitement when my table saw arrived. A trip to the hardwood store. A little more building. And finally some painting when the kids were tucked in bed. My garage smells of primer. How can tomorrow be as exciting as today!?
I was driving in the car today. The sun was bright and the sky was blue. I was in a sweatshirt – because I notoriously run cold even in Arizona. And within just moments of hopping in the car, I was warm. I rolled down the windows and turned the radio up and I cruised along. Cannon was not a fan of the wind in his face, but I couldn’t roll up the windows and turn on the AC when it was so beautiful outside. February and March are the best months in my opinion and today I enjoyed the moment. After lunch, I snuggled up with Briggs in the hammock as I prepped him for nap. Time was still for just a few minutes as I used my foot to slowly rock us back and forth.
When the kids got home from school, Hallie insisted she do her homework in the hammock and once she was done, Bennett insisted he eat his snack in the same place. It’s a popular spot these days. Everyone recognizes what a great season we’re in.
In two more weeks the orange blossoms will be fragrant and we will be at the peak of awesome weather. And then we start to melt. Until then, the hammock will remain occupied.
He’s lovable and kissable and he’s doing this squinty eye thing that has us all laughing. And with three more teeth popping through on top, he’s not getting a whole lot of sleep these days – which makes him an angry elf much of the time. And even as an angry elf he’s still kissable.
Hunter is notoriously known as the teaser in the family. If I hear someone scream in our home, my bet is placed that Hunter had something to do with it. I’m right more often than not. He kids, he jokes, he teases…relentlessly. He has some siblings who handle it better than others, but there’s often tears involved. I tend to get frustrated with his never ending tactics – although sometimes he gets me laughing. When he jumps out of my shower to scare me, I laugh. When he places a rat in the cereal bowl, I laugh. Anytime it’s not at someone else’s expense, I usually laugh.
The rest of the time, I’m on his case to be kind and loving. And just when I think I’m losing the battle with him, I see his playful nature come out in all the best ways. I was weeding outside and I heard Briggs belly laugh. I turn around to find Hunter playing with him. Hunter was running across the yard to Briggs and then wrestling him. He did this over and over again. He was getting the response he wanted from Briggs so he just kept at it.
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I witnessed Hunter’s pure adoration for his little brother. All joking and teasing aside – just his loving playful nature and Briggs wouldn’t leave his side. Two buddies playing in the grass on a Saturday afternoon. I want to bottle their giggles.
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