Dear Heavens, She's Rambling

I haven't posted in a couple days, and even though I don't have anything particularly life-altering to say (although I like to think something like "Popcorn-and-peanut-butter sandwiches are amazing, go make yourself one right now" might be pretty astounding for some people, so let's call my quota fulfilled, mkay?), I get itchy if I haven't posted recently.

So here I am. Posting.

Twiddles thumbs. Except she's typing. So let's say she twiddles her toes instead.

And yes, she can do that. She has particularly dextrous toes.

Someday we'll do a "All You Ever Wanted and Simultaneously Never Wanted to Know About Christine--Revealed!" post, and things like toe dexterity and the weird eye-jiggly thing she can do which totally FREAKS her mother out will be made known, laid bare for all the blogosphere to see.

And hello, I'm back, done using the third person like Elmo, because that's just weird.

Anyway, I'm posting. What happened today that was out-of-the-ordinary? Oh, here's one: Today my friend Rachel dropped off her two kids K. and E., and I was solely responsible for the well-being of four toddlers (ages two and under) and a baby for the span of about two hours. All went well, considering the mass destruction that could have ensued had I not consumed a fair amount of coffee this morning, which enabled me to be alert and energetic. Because believe me, you gotsta be having some energy if you are even attempting to appear like you want to keep up with four toddlers. And I wasn't just appearing, I was doing it. Charlotte really, really helped by taking an uncharacteristically long nap the entire time our munchkin visitors were present, so I ONLY had to keep tabs on four children instead of five.

Haha! Only four!

No, really, it was fun. Last night I wondered if I was crazy to have volunteered my services to Rachel, who had a doctor's appointment and needed some help after her babysitter canceled on her. I have the luxury of several family members in town who are almost always available, never demand pay, don't balk at poopy diapers, speak Jack-and-Baylor Lala Language, know my kids' routines, and think that Charlotte puking up the contents of her dinner on a semi-regular basis is something to be pitied and even baby-talked over. So what's two hours of heightened toddler activity if I can help out a mom who doesn't have the same luxury? Her kids were great, and I didn't even have to bust out any DVDs.

So that was fun and out-of-the-ordinary. Also we got some more snow today. When the kids and I were making our way out to the car this afternoon, I looked back to see what was keeping the boys, only to spot Baylor shuffling around in the snow in funny little stompy steps, giggling to himself as he kicked up snow, all the while soaking his shoes. Jack was apparently frozen in terror (as he often is), still standing at the porch. I like seeing their reactions to things that aren't so new to me anymore.

And... that about covers it. Otherwise I cleaned, read, cared for children, knitted a little (my new thing, thanks to Janie, and I love it), managed to put on makeup, and trooped everyone to my folks' house in yet another successful stab at not cooking dinner, for the second night in a row, thank you. Our days can get a little monotonous in the winter, so anything that breaks up that ordinariness, that drab monotony, is welcome. Snow and extra kids definitely count.

Tune in sometime in the next couple days for another exciting installment of the Case family blog! Toe dexterity and poopy diapers may or may not be included. Read at your own risk.