We have all been sick now for over a week. I overheard the Mama hen consoling her sick chick this morning. You know that your household has been sick a long time when even the stuffed animals start coughing. The only upside to all this coughing and sneezing is that we've spent a lot of time at home, which means the girls have had lots of time to play with their toys.
The hen and chick were handmade by my friend, Liz. Aren't they sweet?
One of the unexpectedly awesome parts of motherhood is watching my children play. Fiona's quiet concentration as she dresses Clare. Elsa's strong determination as she pulls herself up just a little higher to reach a toy. Elijah's focus as he builds something with his Legos, one piece at a time.
I love how the Winnie-the-Pooh stories immortalized the imagined world of the author's son. I would love to do a series of drawings and stories based on our own cast of characters. That would be nice... as it's a bit heartbreaking to think of how ephemeral this phase of imaginative play really is. I guess that's the main purpose of this blog. It is a place where we can go back and visit these special but fleeting times. When I started this post, I had no idea it was going in such a sentimental direction. I'm even tearing up a little bit. I am such a lucky Mama. Is this beautiful life really mine?