Mother Goose!

We've had a fun new year so far. We toured the hospital this evening, and Chayce was very upset because she missed the event. You see, we brought her with us, but she fell asleep as we pulled into the parking garage, we carried her (OK, Stephen carried her) for the whole tour, and then, as we were getting our parking validated, she awoke. She wanted to know when she was going to get to see the babies in the nursery, but unfortunately, she would have been disappointed even if she'd been awake, because due to the new policies of letting the mother have the baby immediately after birth (yes, before clean up, isn't that great?!?), and then letting the mother decide how much rest she wants before getting the baby back after the bath (unless she wants to help there and not rest...), the babies don't spend much time on display in the nursery window. While that's great for both mother and baby, I was a little disappointed as well. We did see one woman walking up and down the halls in labor, in obvious immense pain, and as the other mothers in our tour (first-timers) cringed, I turned to Stephen emphatically--"I can't wait!! I wish it were tomorrow!!!!" I'm really that excited. Yes, I know it's not a pleasant experience, I've been there, done that, remember? BUT, I also know what happens right at the end...I get to hold my baby!! I really can't wait. Of course, Mother Goose has to have a little patience, right...
Let me explain:
My dear Zachary was teasing me at lunch time (common, he's found his sense of humor and can keep me laughing most of the day, I love it!) and when I attempted to make a joke (mine have been falling a little flat lately...mainly I think it's that he's four and doesn't get them, we'll keep working on it), he called me a "Silly Goose". Anyhow, I responded with, "I'm not a goose!! I'm a mother!!" My dear Chayce drops her fork, eyes pop from their sockets and she exclaims, "YOU'RE MOTHER GOOSE!?!? Do you know the mulberry bush song? Will you sing it?" I explained (or tried to) that of course I knew the mulberry bush song, I was the one who taught it to her, and it wasn't because I was mother goose. I was treated like a celebrity that day!! Next, maybe I'll confess that I'm the tooth fairy...

As for the rest of our day, we went puddle hopping...it was odd to do in the middle of January, but yet so nice and refreshing to have a day to air out the house, turn off the heater, pull back blankets, etc right in the middle of winter. I'm sure it'll be cold again (supposed to come this weekend) but we are really enjoying our warm spell. The children were covered in mud, and I actually got the leaves raked that I didn't rake this fall. They were a little heavier due to being wet, but I was happy to see my yard and not dead leaves. It'll make spring that much better. Of course, I wish I could communicate to my bulbs that they MUST stay underground until March, as they are trying to pop their heads up. I considered pouring a lot of ice over the garden...maybe I'm a bit too zealous, though, eh?

Well, the late night is here, and if I rest now, I'll be able to jump in more puddles tomorrow. Maybe even take up an indoor mess or two, like painting with the kids...