She's not even four feet tall. And she maaay tip the scales at 40 pounds...if she's wearing heavy denim, sneakers, and a jacket. Yep, she's a tiny little thing, but this week I'm a little intimidated by her. Why? Because it's just me and her for 7 hours a day this week. The older 3 are at basketball camp this week from 9-4, soccer camp next week from 9-12, and Wacky Water Week at our church the last week of July from 9-1. Just me and her. Her and me.
Not that I don't love being with her. She's so cute and funny and sweet. It's just that I'm trying to remember how to be a mom to just one kid. It's been awhile. And even 10 and 1/2 years ago when Alex was the only, we really only had 5 months together solo before I started toting Michael around in my belly.
Prior to this morning, I had listed some special things we could do this week just the two of us: get ice cream, purchase a new coloring book, go to the mall, play with Playdoh. We dropped the kids off at the church. "Are we going to have ice cream now? And then get my new coloring book and go to the mall and play with Playdoh?" she asked with a sparkle in her eye.
"Well, let's space those special activities out a little over the week so we don't do them all at once, OK?"
She reluctantly agreed.
We opted to go to Target to share a Starbucks breakfast and make the coloring book purchase. As we were walking back to the car, new Minnie Mouse coloring book in hand, she asked, "Are we going to get Alex, Michael, and Jacob now?"
Maybe she's a little intimidated by the quiet week that lies ahead as well.