Stellan woke up this morning happy. We all took note because I’m pretty sure it’s never, ever happened before today. He was happy during Sunday school. He slept through church. He hung out this afternoon and cried only a couple times. I’m hoping this is a new normal. Blaine suggested the stevia I put in my coffee was an issue, or my daily bowl of raisin bran. I cut out both yesterday. I’m skeptical that it’s just that easy, but man, I’d take it.
He’s also found a favorite place. Up.
Maybe, just maybe, we’ve turned a corner. Or maybe we just got to have a lovely day. If that’s the case, I’m thankful for it.
The boys got a new bunk bed. They were so, so excited. Then it was bed time. Sterling climbed up to his top bunk thrilled to death. Pierce asked if he could sleep with Sterling. Turns out, Mr. P is a smidge intimidated by a big new bed all his own. Coming from the boy who’s afraid of nothing, it was rather surprising.
I sorted out hand me down sandals I’d stored in the shed Saturday. In one tote we found a mice nest and a snakeskin. I admit… I hollered for Blaine. I didn’t even know what to do. I can feed ten people daily, school five children each day, even grocery shop with eight children. But a tiny nest containing three tiny mice and a snake’s cast offs in a tote full of shoes and I’m knocked on my tush. Oh my. Several children wanted to keep the mice – in the house. One suggested I pump to feed the mice breast milk.
Uh, no. Just no. No.
Mean, mean momma.