Really want the MMF to git chatty. Where IS Renae when you need her?
It's been a luscious weekend around here, because for the first time in memory-cached history I have, like, nothing in my datebook to do. So I am being a MAMA! I am reading books, baking whole wheat carrot cake with cream cheese frosting using real maple syrup for the sweetener, pushing a stroller around the fountain plaza next to my house, driving a walkable distance to the small, grassy playground near our house where there are not usually any other kids (this is desired at the moment), changing 3 poopy diapers in one day (a low # for Miss Amara Pooper Machine), picking Amara up when she cries for me after .076 seconds apart, without rolling my eyes.
Cruising around on OTHER PARTS OF MDC (unheard of for months), reading a novel before bed, going for a walk around same fountain plaza listening to Black Eyes Peas all by m.y.s.e.l.f., sharing loving energy with Viet, applying oil to my parched skin-last in a line of priorities, farting around after eating too much carrot cake, thinking about Henry. And his mama.
*contented sigh* Wishing this peace to radiate outward, and thinking lovingly of all my mmf. Wanting to tell Jstar how I still use and adore the kitchen towel she sent, and whoever sent that delicious body wash, I still use and enjoy it special during showers after long days, and amara still uses the dipes sent by Heather and Renae and Sherri.