June 26, 2010

The House of Ahh Ahh

It's hot. It's summer. It's not as hot as Afghanistan and I'm not wearing full combat fatigues in an 112 degree oven. For that I am thankful... even more thankful for the men and women who do.

I'm in an air conditioned home watching my three boys run around after an 18 month old baby; she's screeching and laughing. When they catch her, she gets big kisses on her chunky monkey cheeks.

Monkeys are her favorite. She has a Curious George she calls "Ahh Ahh". That would be much like the sound a monkey makes. There are many monkeys in this house.

Sometimes she'll hand you Ahh Ahh and let you hug him, but then she'll take him back.

She has a box she loves to sit in. It's a big box and she'll take her shoes or books and sit within the box and contemplate her baby world. She laughed when Mr. T folded himself up and managed to sit inside the box.

I can hear the pitter patter of little feet on wood floor as she runs. They run flat footed at this age. She still puts her head first as if a gas pedal. Run faster? Put the head down more. Sometimes the arms go back, instinctively making herself more aerodynamic?

She has animal sounds and actions down pat. Kangaroos jump and butterflies flap wings. Her little legs hop hop hop and her arms fan to show a butterfly flying. Lions roar with little fists close to their face like claws, and I've just taught her a rabbit, which makes not a sound, but scrunches up a face.

I'm sleeping a lot. Loving on a baby. Watching my children play with a baby.

Life is good...

My husband is still living in a hell, but his sister came in from California to stay for a week. She is in the hospital all day, trying to get an accurate assessment as to where Pop really is. Pop may say he is doing wonderfully, but we can find out later, all is not as it seems.

She will get it right.

Rehab starts Monday. She will practically live at rehab. She will be there the week. When I get back with the boys, the course should be charted.

My husband joins us next week.

Life will be good for him too...

Posted by Boudicca at June 26, 2010 10:54 AM

Isn't it good to be so blessed? Watched and listened to the same pitter patter last Thanksgiving as 3 young cousins chased my little girl around NASNI. They all had a great time. She will turn 7 next month.

Posted by: Curtis at June 26, 2010 09:13 PM

Good for you Bou. Babies, family and laughter make EVERYTHING better. Enjoy. Relish. Relax.

You all deserve it.

Posted by: Tammi at June 27, 2010 10:41 AM

I'm so glad you're getting some relaxation time with the Chuppa. Give her a big fat kiss on the neck for me. LOL.

Posted by: Teresa at June 27, 2010 12:59 PM

I was 'flirting' with cutest little blue-eyed, red-headed boy in Church this morning...just being around the little ones lifts the spirits. Good for you enjoying this time!

Posted by: Mrs. Who at June 27, 2010 01:03 PM

I LOVE to read your blog. It makes me feel as if I'm there. Thanks, see you soon, and keep taking in all the good stuff.

Posted by: mom at June 27, 2010 03:05 PM

There sure aint nothin like a baby to help you relax.
They are in a completely different world to us *Adult Human Beings*
It may be a long learning curve for them, but they sure as H**l have a lot of fun along the way.
Long may they remain young!!

Posted by: bx19 at June 27, 2010 05:02 PM