Daily, at noon, I return from work with a Little One’s face plastered in the window. And on that adorable little smushy face is a huge grin which echoes the feelings of my heart. It’s the absolute best part of my day. It doesn’t take a genius to recognize the reason for his excitement: I have returned His Meals on Wheels has arrived! Here’s the sight that greets me.
Once lunch has been eaten, Pierson and I enjoy an afternoon filled with delightful activities: reading the same books over and over again (and a few new ones–thanks, Library!), singing songs, playing with the same toys frequently, and ‘johnny-jumping’ repeatedly. Sometimes, we multi-task and combine activities.
It most definitely can be monotonous, but I wouldn’t have it ANY other way. I truly enjoy being a mom.
And I guess that you could say I’m learning a lot, though not in ways you might expect. Imagine my surprise this week, when I learned that GUINEA PIGS live on farms. EXCUSE ME???? SERIOUSLY???? I’ve traveled past many farms in my life and even visited a few, but I’ve yet to see a field of grazing guinea pigs.
I checked with my husband, who grew up on a farm and was high in the ranks of FFA–my own personal resident expert, if you will. He hadn’t heard of these types of farms, either. So, now I must do more research on this matter. Kindly excuse me, I must go consult with the real experts: Dr. Suess, (Baby) Einstein, and a monkey named George.
