There is a story that is told in my family, especially among the women. A family folk tale of sorts, but I heard it from my Aunt Margaret who swears it's true.
It goes that when my mom and her sisters were young and my grandmother would get in a particularly bad mood, one of my aunts would call my grandpa and tell him to bring home the B12 shot. My grandpa was a doctor and on really rough days he would bring his doctor bag home and while my grandmother was madly stirring away at something on the stove he would lift up her sleeve, swab her arm, and give her a shot. The story goes that neither of them acknowledged that he'd done it, she'd go on doing whatever she was doing without even looking at him, and he'd put everything back in his bag.
(I told this story to David once and he said, "Really? Did it work?" and then wondered aloud how you go about getting B12. He said he was just kidding when I protested indignantly. But sometimes when I am particularly hard to live with and I see him staring off into space, I know he is secretly wondering if there is a B12 black market.)
There were several things this week that just made me happy. Better than a B12 shot, I say. The picture above was one of them. The American Girl Christmas Catalog arrived this week. When David got the mail he said, "Oh no." I just smiled. The girls poured over it, took it to school for conferences with their friends, let their dolls peruse it, and sat with David oohing and aahing over the holiday spreads. This morning, after the girls had gone to school, I found Olivia's dolls making their own Christmas lists. The anticipation has begun already.
And while I'm at it, just for the joy of it, here are a few more things this week that made me happy:
I found a get well note under Olivia's pillow from Savannah, that was mostly a long paragraph listing the fun they could have together once Olivia was feeling better and a profession her love. Eighteen x's and o's with lots of exclamation points. And speaking of sisters, I got a comment on my post yesterday from both of my sisters and one sister-in-law, all of whom knew exactly what I was alluding to. I thought how very nice it is to be known. I was completely delighted at this happy gift and the little impromptu book club on my blog.
Yesterday David suggested that we meet for lunch. I put him off thinking that we were both too busy, but then changed my mind after I got ready for the day because I thought I looked so good he really deserved to see me. We met at In-n-Out and ate outside in the decidedly pleasant weather. It is so rare to see him in the middle of the day, I have decided that lunch is my favorite kind of date. The only downfall of the lunch date is there is no place for passionate necking.
Savannah and I have plans to tea-dye her mummy rags after school today, and we are going to pick pumpkins this Saturday. For whatever reason I am embracing the Halloween season this year and my children could not be more pleased. Perhaps it is all the spooky movie watching...we have plans for another movie marathon this weekend. On tap, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, Casper, and Ghostbusters. And David and I have our own late-night plans for Wait Until Dark, my personal Halloween favorite which I could watch any time of the year.
Yesterday I took Savannah and Ethan to the school book fair in the afternoon. They both spent their birthday money on new books. (Thanks Greg and Becca!) Can I tell you how happy it makes me that I have children who would rather spend their money on books than anything else? Deliriously so.
And speaking of books, Caleb has been working on his Reading Merit Badge. One of the requirements was to read to a child for four hours. He completed the requirement by reading to Ethan every evening, but they both enjoyed the experience so much that they've continued reading together every night since. Last night they finished The Enormous Egg. My heart does little thumps of joy as I hear Caleb reading and Ethan laughing from the other room and see their heads tipped towards each other in a pool of yellow lamp light. Be still my heart.
Best of all, the weekend is here. Mine is going to include date night, stake conference, sugar cookies, an indian-food dinner party, a trip to the thrift stores for our missing costume essentials, and maybe even a nap. Color me delighted.