My home has the lovely aroma of fall at the moment thanks to the boiling mixture of raisins, cinnamon and nutmeg on the stovetop. My wee man, Nowell, had a birthday, a 1st birthday, a very important birthday. And we have been so busy readying for the move that there isn't much time for a full-fledged fete, let alone a clutter-free space in which to host it.
But, I wish to make him a cake and said cake WILL be egg- and sugar-free. Much to Daddy's disapproval, but he will have his own cake to eat, as his b-day is in the mix, too.
Along with the more enjoyable events a 1 year birthday brings, also comes the immunizations. I am a'bakin' because wee man is sleeping away his stresses and aches and has been for almost 2 1/2 hours now. Ever since we returned from the clinic where, not only did he receive 3 needles successively, but while passing through the door in my mad scramble to get him outta there, I ran his wee (and very newly sore) arm into the file basket thingy hanging on the door. Great work Momma. Really.
All said, he was a pretty brave man. He didn't even cry or flinch for the 1st needle, but once number 2 hit, it was go time. He is extremely patient (which I attribute to his Dad) and he will put up with quite a lot before he reaches his breaking point. But we all have a breaking point.
Now, I sit back with my black cuppa jo and soak up the warm, homey smell. And if I close my eyes just long enough to avoid the sight of boxes and bare walls that tell me my life is in upheaval, I can actually feel warm and fuzzy....and at home.
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