went for an ultrasound yesterday morning, just to check on a few things and everything looked great. and seeing our newest little baby is so exciting. "only" 10 weeks to go!
instead of chasing the kids around the office, anthony opted to stay home and watch them. when i told ella where i was going, she said, "oh, the place with the school bus toy." yes, that's the one. "ohhh," she said, sounding disappointed. "they have an elevator. and can i ride it again sometime before i die?" i'm sure we can work that out.
so as i pulled into the driveway, i envisioned what it might be like inside as the kids hear the sound of the garage door opening. because every time this plays out, i am usually the one on the inside watching the kids faces light up with excitement when the realization hits that, YES, daddy is home! its like he is bringing the entire disney parade with him based on the sheer excitement erupting from within. i have to hold them back from the door to keep them from getting run over in the anticipation to greet daddy as soon as he opens the car door.
imagine my disappointment when the door didn't open from the house and my 2 kids didn't come tumbling out in a frenzy to greet me. hmmm... is it possible that maybe daddy is just far more exciting than i am? as i opened the door (all by myself) i was faced with the cold, hard truth. daddy is definitely way more fun. this is what greeted my eyes.
so what does one do with a tent up the middle of the family room? endless opportunities await. make the most of it. crank the music up, dance, play with toys, read stories, picnic lunch, attempt nap time...