Mulberry Street

I'm tired.  Like, really, really, really, exhausted.  I have a to-do list a mile long (including preparing for the impending birth of my next child), but I can't seem to accomplish any of them these days.  Simple things like, packing a hospital bag or doing the dishes, feel like mountains I have to climb.  So instead, I fill my days with trips to the park, running treats to school, or napping in the basement.  Those require the least amount of effort and the least resistance from my kids (they always get to watch TV when I sleep).  I suppose that those are my three priorities right now- playing with my kids, caring for their needs, and resting whenever possible.  (I know that this next line is a straight from my slacker broken record, but I don't want to neglect my appreciation for his help.)  Eric is a gem and picks up so much slack around the house, that I am finally getting over the guilt.  He is the one that says, "Don't feel guilty...

Lest we forget that Bisous should be the center of everyone's attention, he takes the opportunity to remind us that, in fact, he is. And someday, when Bisous dies, I'll read this book to Genevieve and we'll both cry and cry. I don't look forward to that day.

We took the kids bowling for the first time ever.  Both kids LOVED their shoes.  Emory liked dancing around on the floors and distracting the other bowlers - good thing they're were only three other people there.  Genevieve's OCD kicked into high gear as she managed the ball return.  She wanted to make sure that each ball was lined up in the right order...at all times.  We kept waiting for her to scream from getting her fingers pinched, but lucky for her, that didn't happen. The kids have asked to go back every day since.