Makings of a perfect day...

KayTar is, dare I say it, 100% better today. Okay, 95% better, because it appears she has a little virus on top of the strep that is causing quite a bit of sneezing and producing copious amounts of snot. She wet 4 diapers before before noon today, which is a vast improvement from yesterday with a total of 4 all day. She took in 14 ounces last night before bed, which made all the difference. Things are good. And so, today, I took the opening to make my escape.

Once the kids were down for nap, Josh and I, ahem, spent a little time together before I cut and ran. First, I went to the bookstore, grabbed a coffee, and sat down and quietly thumbed through a couple of PostSecret books. Once I had finished them, I put them back and perused other areas of the store, happening upon a novel that piqued my interest. I generally have difficulty choosing books, especially books I have no prior knowledge of, but this one grabbed my attention in a rather subdued manner and so I picked it up. I sat down again to read just long enough to get a feel for the book, to be sure it could draw me in, that I could connect with the characters that lived within the pages, and then I purchased it and left. From there, I went to the hairdresser, where they had a splendidly long line. Splendid because I had a brand new book with me and there were no small people vying for my attention while I waited. By chance, I ended up with the hairdresser I really like, but I always forget to get her name. From there, I swung by the grocery store for some Pediasure and returned home.

I had only been gone a few hours, but it exactly enough. I just needed to be off-duty, to have no one else to look after for a bit, to sit in the quiet and just exist. When I got home, the kids had finished napping, KayTar had eaten a yogurt, and everyone was happy. I walked in and KayTar said, "Ind it! Ind it!" which means, "Found it, found it!" which then translates further to, "Found you, found you!" We played ball, colored in her coloring books, and then by made and pretended to eat some delicious Playdoh cookies. You should hear her attempt to say delicious. Almost as adorable as when she attempts to say adorable. "Dory-bul." Now she is resting and enjoying a Pediasure, the boys are outside playing, and I am, of course, blogging, but not for long. I have a sofa and novel calling out to me.


Life is good.