The highlights were a surprise day off for me that coincided nicely with my husband's day off. We dropped Miah off to spend the day together. After a quick cleaning blitz, we took off to play pee wee golf, clean our wedding rings, and laugh together. On our way to pick up Miah, I told Mark that we need to get a basketball hoop. He laughed before I could explain why I, the most uncoordinated wife he could have married, wanted a basketball hoop. I explained that it is nice to play together like the time we had a spontaneous water gun fight with Miah's water guns and throw the Frisbee in the back yard.
Miah is going through a separation anxiety phase which wrenches my heart most times of the day. When she's not upset that I'm missing, she's upset that Dad isn't around. We're also trying to potty-train. The first morning, I sat her on her toilet and kept giving her beverages. She probably sat there for thirty minutes before Dad took pity on her and let her get up. I hugged her a couple minutes later only to feel that she had filled her diaper. Even m&m's and big-girl underwear hasn't helped motivate her.
We continue to play games. This week I invited our friend over to teach her cribbage. I was flooded with memories as I pulled out Granny and Gido's old cribbage board and the Cracker Jack skunk, the very one Gido and I used to play with before he became sick.
I'll have pictures and more stories next week.
2 comments:
Oh, my heart aches for you. I'll pray that Miah gets over her separation anxiety soon. That is so hard on you both. Hugs!
Thank you Theresa.
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