Little Wonders.

We saw the sun and things warmed up for a while, so we spent some time at the park during Emily's piano lesson this week. Wyatt and Sarah have had a few major fights at this park, but thankfully not this day.

For the record, I did ask them to stand together in that embrace and I am glad I had my finger on the camera button because it only lasted .0000085 of a second. As for Eva, she is really this much fun, all the time.

This week, I have been trying to feel better on two fronts. First, a nagging hacking cough that won't give me a freaking break. Second, a mutilated left thumb that may at some point necessitate a trip to the doctor if it does not start feeling better soon. In a moment of supreme foolishness last Saturday I stabbed my own self in the thumb with a paring knife. I have never been stabbed before, but on the stabbing scale I'm sure that halfway through your thumb is minor compared to other kinds of stabbings, but it still hurts. A LOT. How did it happen? Let's just say the knife slid off of a piece of very hard plastic shaped like a ball that I had no business on earth trying to pierce so I could drain the water out of it for Eva. I have used at least 20 bandaids in the past six days as I am now trying not to knock it on anything lest it cause me more pain. I have named it my Frankenthumb, it's not pretty.

This is good. Just now Eva is screaming at me from across the house to bring her toilet paper. Well just this morning I was in the same predicament in the other bathroom. I called out for her to help me. She replied from her room where she was no doubt working on something important, "no mommy, [dramatic pause] I don't think so." And now, a teaching moment for me here, to help her know a little compassion. But instead, I have just returned from telling her "na na na na na na" before I gave her the roll.

Have a great weekend.