Limited activity is for the birds. How anyone would choose to be near completely inactive is beyond me.
And not to mention my usual pregnancy related dizziness has finally reared its ugly head. (If you don’t remember, when I was pregnant with Luca I passed out at work, hit my head off the copier and is still talked about…nearly 4 years later. Hey! We got a new copier out of it.)
So I’ve been spending a lot of time sitting around. This then forces the kids to get creative. Because I like to keep the TV babysitter on reserve for when I’ve finally had enough of their incessant questions, I tell them, “Go play.”
I’m sure we all as kids remember our parents saying those two words. Go. Play.
I suppose it’s better than saying go away. Or go play in traffic.
Either way, they’ve done a pretty good job these last few weeks.
They’ve enjoyed endless amounts of strawberries and then strawberry stained shirts.
They have sympathized with me on the couch. (And people say I don’t post enough pictures of Luca. Well, he’s difficult to say the least.)
They’ve worked on their fine acting skills for when they open acceptance letters 16 years down the line.
They have been cooperating. Probably out of guilt.
They haven’t changed in the fact that it’s next to impossible to get a decent photo of them all at once. (Can you smell what the Rock is cooking, Claire?)
They sometimes brush their hair. Emphasizing on sometimes.
They’ve gone legitimately stir crazy. (And I have on idea what’s on Luca’s face. Best not to know.)
They have handed me my camera and shouted “CHEESE” at me.
They have worked on being stylish.
Luca’s insisted on eating nothing but salad.
Maelie’s been covering herself in stickers.
I’ve been going crazy.
With my best Claire right beside me.
All for the sake of baby.