I’ve been taking Ellie to a toddler art class pretty regularly now. She didn’t quite get it at first, but it’s been a little while now and she really seems to love it. The arts and crafts, the teacher, the stories, she seems to love it all. And while she embraced everything about the art class, she even welcomed the emotional outlet art can provide. An outlet for all emotions. Even the explosive ones.
The day to day routine of staying home can become monotonous at times. Â Okay, more than “at times.” Every single day I can always count on Ellie protesting what to wear, what to eat and what to watch. She’ll say one thing, change her mind five minutes later, and then change back again. It’s amazing that in this chaos a “routine” even exists.
I consider myself to be a really easy-going, laid-back, patient person. But this dreary hectic day-to-day routine is really starting to wear on me, and I think Ellie is starting to notice too.
I love nothing more than a random, unexpected, unprompted rock concert put on by the one and only, captivating, charismatic Ellie!
Her free concerts are truly a treat. You never know when they’ll break out, so when they do, I’m all ears.
We were very fortunate that Aya and I were both home for the full three months of Aya’s maternity leave. Aya’s mom was also in town for the first month Chloe was born, so we were not short of helping hands. It was great to be able to fully enjoy and take in our new dynamic as a family of four together, but the day Aya was to return to work was fast approaching.
Her first day back to work was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. She had the following week off after that. So between that and the Holiday, her first “real” day back to work wasn’t until the first Monday of December. This was good because it gave us both a taste of what was to come without having to dive in full force. But it also made us a little lazy. Maybe more than a little.
I’m no stranger to crazy dreams. I once had a dream with flying vampire pigs that ate my brother that was so realistic, I Googled “flying vampire pigs” in the morning to see if they actually existed. I thought for sure they were from some old Transylvanian folk lore that my subconscious somehow picked up on. But I remember feeling disappointed when my search results came up null. “It was so real,” I thought to myself.
It’s amazing how our minds can make something ridiculous into something so frightening. Flying vampire pigs sounds so laughable, but in my dream they sure weren’t and they were as real as you or I.
Now that Ellie has started to have bad dreams, it’s even more amazing to see what her mind turns into scary things.
