I emailed this photo to my dad early this morning and his reaction was: "You grabbed your daughter's soul for all the world to see." It's true. This is Ellie.
The best thing about today? I felt somewhat normal. I hope the babies don't take offense to the fact that my feeling "normal" seems to coincide with having a baby sitter for much of the day (they did not accompany me to Leo's luncheon nor my afternoon of blissful, baby/kid-free shopping).
Sure, I had the babies with me for Ellie's concert but that was fine because a preschool concert is not exactly a pristine and silent environment (i.e. it was not a big deal when Harry fussed). I happened to sit behind another set of twins (ten weeks, OY. Cute and tiny but MAN am I glad those early days are behind us) and I felt positively veteran-like. But this was the first kid concert I've attended where I haven't gotten teary. I used to be such a sap. Am I too tired to get emotional over the passing of time? Have the babies and their tireless demands steeled me against melancholy (this might not be a terrible thing)? I do feel, much of the time, that I'm simply on auto-pilot, there is just so.much.to.do.no.time.to.think. Am I just too busy to get choked up? I don't know. But I noticed it.
To say that Ellie was excited about her concert would be putting it mildly. She's been singing "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree" and "Eight Little Candles" for two weeks straight. Every morning she asks if today is her concert and when I told her last night before bed that tomorrow was her concert? Well. She pretty much exploded.
And there she was this morning, bounding down the stairs, Christmas plaid taffeta and velvet dress (with matching leggings thanks Grandma Jerry) in hand. She dressed herself quietly and seriously and proceeded to prance around the room singing to herself ("Practicing," she explained, since "Today is my concert day and it's also my lucky day. Did you know your concert day is your lucky day?")
I did not.
Later Ellie asked me if she had another concert tomorrow. When I told her no, her face fell.
Shouldn't every day include a stage? Ellie seems to think so.
Leo's luncheon was delightful, just as it was last year (I enjoyed it much more this year since I wasn't overcome with morning sickness induced nausea and smell aversions--last year it was all I could do to feign interest in my stuffed shells and not run screaming from the "scents" of the elementary school cafeteria). I didn't get any good pictures this year but that's ok, since Leo wasn't feeling very well (bad cold). It was nice to just sit with him and be there for Just Him, something I really never get to do these days.
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