The big girls are in Vacation Bible Camp (VBC) this week from 9 am until noon. They meet in a room that does not have stroller access, so I'm forced to lug Vivian in her infant carrier while holding Henry's hand through a parking lot. The in and out of it is pretty exhausting. Today Olivia let go of Henry's hand once inside the drop-off room, and she went to her group. I looked down to see that he could not see me, and big tears had welled up in his scared eyes. He then said, "I hold you." That meant he wanted on my hip. The baby was carried with the other arm, and I was tired before we even met our friend for our morning walk.
Henry has a trick that he thinks is a whole lotta fun. When I put him in the van he crawls everywhere except into his carseat in the middle of the back row. He puts my Chapstick on his nose. He swipes coins. He gets into the floorboard of the front seat. You name it. He also has a fun (for him) time removing his shoes and tossing them backwards over his head into the trunk portion of our vehicle. All of this kind of slows my progress getting him into and out of our van, and in the heat it makes me go crazy.
After VBC we decided to mail a package. I thought we could do this at the grocery store, where we needed to buy some items for the food drive conducted by VBC this week. I was wrong. They only sold stamps. Ev has had it with school all morning, and this is only day 3. She was tired. She told me her thumb was getting tired from holding a prayer card, and she wanted me to take it. This was said while I carried the infant carrier and Henry. Ha!! She was crying about the sun shining too brightly when I picked her up at noon, and she proceeded to sit on the floor and cry in the supermarket. She asked me to carry her. I did it. I had my 4-year-old in my arms and Henry in the cart's front. The baby was in her carrier in the big area of the cart. One old woman saw me and said, "Oh, lady. You need help." I honestly got a lot of pitying eyes. I suppose I must have looked as tired as I felt, and I even took the time to rush home for a shower and clean clothes after my walk and before pick-up time from VBC. After the store purchases were made we went to the post office. Luckily, there was a front row spot. However, Henry had no shoes when I got everyone out of the van. Come on, Henry. Give mom a break. Wear your shoes, man. We were all even hotter by the time our package was mailed, and we still had to eat lunch.
Henry is down for his nap now. The three girls are awake. Henry said, "God bless you, too," when I tucked him in and covered him with his airplane quilt at 1:30 pm. He's very sweet. Robbie said that when he entered his room first thing this morning Henry backed away in his bed and said, "No, Daddy. I want MOMMY." He feels the love. He made me smile by requesting his baseball mama shirt yesterday (which I made for him) and Dad Rules shirt today. He has his own likes and dislikes, and they amuse. He told his friend Ezra yesterday at a playdate, "Stop it. I don't like that," when his friend tried to take a Buzz Lightyear cell phone he was holding.
Oh, Olivia informed me that I misquoted her. She said about Henry, "It's like he never runs out of gas." Evelyn the other day amused me by asking if beavers need to get their teeth fixed. She asked this after I explained to her that she MUST stop sucking her thumb, because it is pushing her teeth forward. I said, "The longer you suck your thumb, the harder it will be to fix your teeth later." She really likes sucking her thumb, and she doesn't want to quit. She's a thinker, that Evelyn. I guess she realizes that beavers have teeth that stick forward too. God love her.
The girls are all excited about learning their bible songs and sign language. Olivia is reading like a maniac. I love it. She's going through numerous chapter books a day. Thank goodness we live so near a great library system. The girl in my book, The Book Thief, has two books to her name. Olivia is lucky.
I'm lucky too. I'm enjoying our summer routine with my kids. I'm exercising daily and feeling more like my pre-Vivian self. All is good.
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