It’s quite difficult to figure out what to be thankful for this morning. I woke up to a child throwing up on me. Not the baby mind you, but the big boy. For the past week I have been thrown up on by at least one of my children. One would feel better, then it would go to the next child.
I also have a baby that cries all day. ALL DAY LONG. We try not to leave the house because car rides are miserable. Most babies go to sleep when they get into the car. Mine cries the entire time. I had another baby like this, Makena, and now she just talks nonstop. Figures.
So after I was puked on this morning I decided to get up early and write a post for my thankful series. Not two minutes later, my boy came waddling downstairs and threw up all over the couch. Thank God we chose a slip covered sofa. I cannot tell you how often I throw it into the wash.
I cleaned up the sofa and then Chloe was awake. She heard a commotion and had to join in on the fun.
So what am I thankful for? Through the puke and the incessant crying I am still thankful for my family. My sweet hubby that gets up with me to clean up the puke and put on a pot of coffee. And ensures that I have three blond hair blue eyed babes that look nothing like me.
The girl, sleeping soundly in her bed, that loves deeper and talks more than anyone I’ve ever met. The boy, sleeping quietly on a blanket by the fire at 5 am, oh the boy that would rather play barefoot in the rain than hide inside. And the newest wee one, now sleeping peacefully in her swing, that needs me more than I could have ever imagined. That breaks me down and lifts me back up again with her coos, giggles, and snuggles. And for that I am thankful.
