On easy street with Eddie, as Marcel calls her mom.

If I had listened to my mommy intuition we would not have been 2.5 hours into our trip to Connecticut to celebrate with Eddie’s family when Marcel yuked his yucks all over himself and the car. We would have just stayed  home. If I had listened when he said he didn’t really want a donut for breakfast because his stomach hurt, I wouldn’t have been pulled over on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere with Marcel crying; “What is happening to me?”  I wouldn’t have been desperately trying to calm Sammy who was kicking the seat after I told him we had to turn around and go home.

I didn’t listen to my mommy intuition because we had a car full of food, and a very important place to be. I didn’t listen because holidays do that to me. They take me out of my sanity and put me in someone else’s body. Listening to Marcel’s little innocent cry for help–was a clear reminder.

Love a bug with a sense of humor–threatening to preempt the day of supreme gluttony with saltines and ginger ale… Happy to report that we awoke to calm stomachs, bright sunshine, and an opportunity for an undefined day- Eddie-the boys and Mama C. With all the sides and two pies, (all thanks to Eddie) and my famous cranberry sauce (joking) already made, it’s looking like easy street over here. On the agenda; a long bike ride/walk to a playground. Unexpected amazing gift of the day already? Sammy read his first book to his brother; I like it When… by Mary Murphy, from cover to cover almost completely unassisted.

Sounding it out
one word at a time
I can read to my brother.

With gratitude for the chance to hear my son read, and the knowledge that you are sharing it too. May you and yours foil any yucks coming your way today too. Happy happy from ours to yours!

Leave a Reply