Standing in the Snow Crying

We took the kids out to play in the snow this morning for about an hour. Elvis hated it and Lydia loved it. Elvis wouldn’t move if I put him down – he seriously looked like that kid in the Christmas Story. He would look up at me and just start moaning. It was so sad. Lydia was all over the snow – stomping around, falling face-first on purpose, and throwing snow up in the air like leaves. I showed her how to make an angel in the snow but she wasn’t interested in giving it a try herself – instead, she stomped all over it. A great morning, all in all. AND we got the driveway shoveled in the process.

Elvis has taken to sticking his head into the water when he takes a bath. He seems to love hearing the swishing and muted sounds of the water, but occasionally, he miscalculates the time he’s under or the distance his mouth is from the water and ends of choking. He did this again tonight, and every time it happens, my heart jumps and I go back to those first few days of his life when his lungs just wouldn’t cooperate with the need for air. I still wonder if he’s going to be “ok,” but really – what person is “ok”? There’s always something wrong with us, one way or the other. And to worry about it is ridiculous – he has no signs or symptoms of unokayedness. He’s a healthy, happy (as long as he isn’t standing in the snow) little boy. Who likes to stick his head under the water. Maybe he’ll be a really, really good swimmer. I see a gold medal record-breaker in our future! 😉

Tomorrow should be a pretty laid back day here too – church and then, ahhhhh, no plans. Heaven. Since we did nothing today, I probably ought to contribute toward the household chores by doing laundry and putting some things away. Not a bad idea, eh?

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