Things are pretty jolly around here, maybe even bright. But calm? Not a chance.
I'm definitely operating in crisis mode. It's a fun type of crisis, but I'm running from one activity, shopping excursion, trip prep, birthday event to the next. I figure I'll sleep come Thursday when we leave for Utah. Until then we are are living the season to its fullest extent. Which is fun and super tiring.
Sunday night we celebrated Jordan's upcoming (as in tomorrow) birthday. We usually let the kids pick their favorite home-cooked meal or favorite restaurant, but due to 173 scheduling conflicts Jordan pretty much was relegated to a home-cooked meal two days before her actual day of birth. She chose roast, mashed potatoes, funeral potatoes, stuffed mushrooms, asparagus, and pecan pie. I don't typically serve two kinds of potatoes, but she specifically requested a bounty of potatoes. And so it was. Seriously, I cooked for about three hours straight. I will say that Jordan sat up to the island and entertained me for a good two hours, so it was 99% pleasure and 1% TOO MUCH COOKING.
While I was cooking the thought did cross my mind that I was the one who labored to bring this child into the world, and here I was laboring again on her birthday -- that just maybe I should be the one getting the special treatment for my heroic efforts in growing and birthing an entire human. But then I remembered just how fantastic that human is and how privileged I am to get to mother a girl terrific enough to order two types of potatoes. So, we let the boys nap. And we girls lived it up.
Sarah, you are a sentimental sweetheart. Please come see me while you are in Utah.
Posted by: Aunt Mary | December 20, 2011 at 08:16 PM