We went to Sesame Place this past Sunday. The forecast indicated mid-70s, but it was quite warm when we got there, so we ended up letting big sister K play in the water. I was surprised at how crowded it was (given the periodic thunderstorms and tornado watch the day before, I guess there was a spillover from Saturday). We left the park in the early evening, and as the sun was setting, baby M started to cry during the car ride home (as expected). Armed with a container of Gerber puffs, I would feed him a puff each time he let out a cry. I was sitting in the front passenger seat and he was strapped in his car seat behind me. I had to stretch my arm to the back in order to put the puff in his mouth, and when doing so, would glance back at big sister K and ask if she was okay. She barely answered me and looked tired, so after a while, I decided not to bother her as I continued to silence baby M's cries with puffs. Then out of nowhere, big sister K burst into tears. It came so unexpectedly that M and I were shocked. We asked what happened and at first, big sister K said she wanted Pooh bear (her Winnie the Pooh lovey). That's her staple answer whenever we ask why she's crying (though it's hardly ever the true reason), and when we told her she was already holding Pooh bear (which she was), she said she wanted her blanket. While doubtful that she really wanted her blanket in the 80 degree weather, we told her she'd have to wait until we got home. Still crying, big sister K then told us she was hungry (which I also doubted was the case, being that she ate four pieces of chicken nuggets once we left Sesame Place). I managed to find a Fiber One bar in my bag and gave it to her. She settled down after that, but I think the real reason why she got upset was because I was feeding baby M and "ignoring" her (I guess all those times I asked if she was okay didn't count for much). Once she got the attention she craved, all was well with the world again.
Last night, M, big sister K, and I were sitting in the kitchen chatting (baby M was already sleeping). We weren't talking about anything important. Big sister K was just going through the names of all the friends in her class and telling us when their birthdays were, but as she was talking, I felt an overwhelming sense of contentment in my heart. We could have been doing a million other things, but instead, we chose to spend it together. It's really the little things in life that mean the most. I just pray and hope we have many more of these moments to come.
M could not get his car to start as he was leaving work today. After picking up the kids, I called to make sure he was okay. He was on his way home and said he eventually got the car started after about the fifth try. Big sister K wanted to talk to daddy, and this was the brief conversation that followed:
Big sister K: Hi daddy!
M: Hi K.
Big sister K: What happened daddy? Are you okay?
M: I'm okay, but the car isn't.
Big sister K: That's okay daddy. I'll help you fix it. I will tape it up for you.
M: LOL!
(If only car trouble can be fixed with a piece of tape!)
Family picture with Murray at Sesame Place. Baby M was too intrigued by the orange monster to pay attention to anything else, but at least he wasn't scared.
Happy 10 Months to my two-teeth baby boy! Love this face!
On a more somber note, I will always remember what happened this day 11 years ago. My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone who lost loved ones.
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